Stuff I Like

My roommate is fond of speaking in lists. I have no idea why. But it occurred to me lately that this act of listing might have some sort of therapeutic value. I have therefore decided to make a list of stuff I like. I mean specific stuff, not actions, things, the thought of which evokes feelings of joy or wonder. Start at one point draw on to the next.

So.

I like

Cats.
Sunshine.
The moon.
Norse mythology.
The Saga of the Volsungs.
Beowulf.
T.S. Eliot.
Dandelions.
Frogs.
Ants.
Spiders.
The story of Orpheus and Eurydice.
The Book of the New Sun, by Gene Wolfe.
The story "The White Ship" by H.P. Lovecraft.
Everything by John Keats.
And Gary Snyder.
Christmas.
Daydreams.
Christmas Daydreams.
Parties.
Rats, but only as an image, not a fact.
Forsythia bushes.
Willow trees.
Crows.
Babylon 5.
The Dying Earth by Jack Vance.
Ethnographies.
Borges.
Gardens.

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Okay, that's a freaking list. 29 things. Here is an IDEA!!!!! 29 blog posts, each about one of those things. These posts will be a special series, which we shall call, The Pleasures Of. 29 posts, perhaps one a day, several a day, none a day when I'm lazy and, since I must now make haste to away for a meeting, Starting Tomorrow, and, some introspective What Does All This Mean kinda stuff to go along with.

I think it is a fine plan.