1. Poetry or prose? Prose, by and large, but not exclusively.
2. Funky modern art or the older, “classic” variety? What a quaintly reductionist question.
3. Sculptures or paintings? Definitely paintings. They require talent. I can make a sculpture but I can hardly draw a straight line.
4. Theatre: exuberant musical or serious drama? Drama. Most musicals strike me as wankish escapism.
5. Ballet or modern dance? I’m not a dance fan, but I’d have to say ballet if I had to pick between the two.
6. Movies: major studio or indie? Depends on the quality of the movie, rather than any loose genre. There are some great Hollywood movies, and there are some completely shite independant films.
7. Authors: Shakespeare or Dr. Seuss? Shakespeare, although there’s no doubting the role Zeuss has had on 20th century literature. “Green Eggs and Ham” and “Hop on Pop” remain modern classics.
8. TV: PBS or A&E? I see…
9. Music: Beethoven or Beatles? Beatles, even though their early stuff was pretty childish, the White Album is untouchable. Beethoven has nothing on Bach.
10. Thought-provoking question of the week: You are a contributing member of your favorite art museum, and visit on a regular basis. They announce a new, temporary special exhibit by an artist surrounded by controversy…this person’s work and/or political views offend you. Do you stop supporting the museum, or just stay away during the time the exhibit is there? I wouldn’t be offended in the first place, so the rest of the question is moot. People can believe whatever they want, and expressing themselves and their motivations through art isn’t necessarily going to have an effect on me. I like to see both sides of every issue, so I’d probably go and see the exhibit anyway, whether I agreed with it’s principles or not, and I think that if more people had such an attitude then there’d be a lot less bigotry and bullshit in the world. *shrug* I may be wrong.
I tried a cigarette today, for the first time in 3-4 months. It hurt my throat, gave me mild chest pains and made me breathless for a while afterwards when I did any modest physical activity. So I don’t understand what the attraction was anymore. I suppose that’s when you know you’ve beaten an addiction, when you realise why you quit and that you don’t miss it anymore. 
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