The last sentences of novels, but only with the weight of all those other sentences preceding, as well as the dark weight of all those sentences considered or removed – because they're there even though they're not.
Watching someone enjoy a quiet moment; this calms me, I'm stealing someone else's moment, but vicarious moments can be so sweet, and we're all thieves really, hungry for last sentences, and quiet moments.
The first sip of a really cold beer on a really hot day, this is what beer was made for.
Tom Waits, this is new, and utterly Marianne's fault. (Looking for) the Heart of Saturday Night is such a beautiful song.
Live music, seeing Augie March tonight, can't wait.
And, things I'm look forward to.
New Ceres 2
With Jay Lake, Lucy Sussex, Stephen Dedman, and Cat Sparks what's not to get excited about? It's nice to get all fannish and excited.