Right now, I'm in a film and literature period. For the month after I returned from the Bay Area I developed an unusually strong disinclination to listen to popular music, which is normally my most constant cultural affection. Now, I can feel myself coming out of that space, but am not sure what lies ahead. Perhaps it's time to revisit the world of television.
I should also add that my shifting interests extend to the media in which I work, though the periods tend to be longer and the transitions more dramatic. When I met Kim, I returned to my childhood love of painting watercolors. I did it to relax. But I haven't painted anything much in a decade. When we got our first permanent video camera, my still photography fell by the wayside. After both my mini-DV camera and my Olympus OM-1 -- with three lenses and a high-end light meter -- disappeared in December, I turned for solace to the digital camera my mother had passed on to us.
Now that camera is going in for repairs, which troubles me more than it should. I hope it can be fixed at a reasonable price and rapidly. Otherwise, I'll have to sate my visual urges with older material.