A power plant, an engineer, and a ton of processed materials. And then the engineer could make whatever I needed. Probably a luxurious resort and an airport. The resort would take up the entire island so no-one else could develop anything on it. Then I could either throw parties there all the time for me and a few of my friends, or I could lure stupid rich tourists there.
A time machine, Back in Black, and a really, really loud boom box. So I could go back in time and deafen whoever it was stuck me on this stupid desert island in the first place. He might have had a good reason, so I'll at least deafen him with really, really good music.
A guitar, a tape recorder, and sunscreen. Having nothing to do would probably be a great source of inspiration.
Three things I'd never ever in a bazillion years take with me to a desert island:
Any music album made in the last 20 years (with the possible exception of Brave New World or The Final Frontier), anyone I actually know personally, and a cell phone.
Those last two might require some explanation. I wouldn't want anyone I actually know personally to be on a desert island with me, and I have two reasons for this. If I don't like them, I wouldn't want them there because I'd much rather they be, oh, at the bottom of the sea (if I really hate them) or in jail (if I only mildly dislike them). But I wouldn't want anyone I actually like to be stuck with me on a desert island, because a) wishing doom on your friends is a really stupid thing, and b) it won't work out, for the exact same reason that being roommates with your best friend won't work out. You'll get on each others' nerves.
As for the cell phone, what a useless option. You're more likely to be in a shipping route than on an island with coverage. Also, chances are I'm on that desert island (or on the plane that wound up crashing on that desert island) because I was trying to get away from the people who knew my number.
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