Marina and I had fun trading favorites, even as we both struggled with the ways in which the exercise felt a little… juvenile… to both of us. Marina was a little embarrassed, at least for a moment. I wasn’t, at all. I fucking love juvenile. It’s fun.
Anyway – she suggested that I come up with my own versions for us to explore, having now finished hers, and so, now, for the next stretch of time, you’ll learn a bit more about me….
First up – desert island discs. I’m American, but I fucking loved listening to this radio show as a kid. I don’t even know how I got access to it, other than just listening when I was in the UK, which I was a little, but not a lot. But listen I did, and enjoy, I did. And so….
- The Kinks: One for the Road
- The Beatles (a.k.a., “The White Album”)
- The Beatles: 1962-1966 (a.k.a., “The Red Album”)
- The Beatles: 1967-1970 (a.k.a., “The Blue Album”)
- Krishna Das: All One
- The Doors: The Soft Parade
- Frank Sinatra: In the Wee Small Hours
- Miles David: Kind of Blue
I’ve listed the eight in no particular order. A life without any one of these discs would feel… incomplete.
How impossible to try to imagine just one book to spend the remainder of my time with! I’m tempted to say something like Ulysses, or Moby-Dick or Anna Karenina or War and Peace – some really long, really tough novel that I could spend years sinking my teeth into. But I think, honestly, my answer would be Jack Kornfield’s A Path With Heart. That book is so rich, and features so much wisdom, and so much work, that I could happily spend the rest of my days in it.
This is, for me, impossible. I live a life that’s not even slightly spartan, and yet, it’s almost entirely bereft of anything like a “luxury good.” Maybe a bottomless bottle of scotch? Is that possible? Failing that, I suppose – and assuming that “a computer with receive-only internet connection” is out (because that would give me all the books and music in the world) – I think I would choose a write-only solar-powered computer with a terabyte of storage, one on which I could write for that portion of my days in which I wasn’t engaged in physical activity, or listening to my music (see above), or reading my book and meditating (see above).