I saw two shooting stars last night, but they were only satellites.

1940's, 82nd airborne division, a prairie home companion, adrian tomine, akira kurosawa, amélie, archery, arthurian legend, bagpipes, baking pies, band of brothers, being alone, being irish/scottish/chinese, bert jansch, bodhrán, books, buddhism, chronicling events, clan maccolin, comic books, crack rock steady seven, daniel clowes, daria, dharma punx, douglas adams, dreaming, dungeons and dragons, emily dickinson, ender's game, eragon, explosions in the sky, falling asleep outside, field recordings, finding things, firefly, gentleness, ghost world, highland dancing, hiking, history, hitchhiker's guide, ireland, irish gaelic, irish history, irish step dancing, j. d. salinger, j.k.rowling, j.r.r. tolkien, joanna newsom, john fahey, joss whedon, kurt vonnegut, legend of zelda, living history, loc, long car rides, lord of the rings, lost in translation, making mixes, marcel dzama, mates of state, miyazaki, monty python, museums, neil gaiman, neutral milk hotel, neverwinter nights, not talking unless necessary, observing, old movies, old time music, old weezer, people watching, philip k. dick, photography, pinback, pixies, playing the bagpipes, public transportation, quietness, reading, ren faire, riding my bicycle, rpgs, scottish highland dancing, serenity, shakespeare, smithsonian folkways, speculative fiction, spirited away, star wars, stephen hawking, stza, the books, the coen brothers, the joy in discovery, the mountain goats, they might be giants, traditional irish/scottish music, very long hair, waiting for guffman, waking life, war films, weezer, wes anderson films, wikipedia, wishing, writing, wwii, yonder mountain string band