words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Monday, September 30, 2002
The plea of marxism, that capitalism rips off the average person and bows down to the elite class, holds much more sentient value today than perhaps ever before. I know that people have been thinking this for the last century, but I know the American public didn't buy it, and held it as an irrational idea. Personally, I never thought about it. I figured our country was so easy to love compared to everywhere else that capitalism must be the obvious choice. That's not so easy to believe anymore. I know part of the change is within myself, now that I see more about what goes on in the world. With our summer of the revelations of decadence, I'm not sure who can argue wholeheartedly for unabashed capitalism. Yes, it looks pretty from the outside, but there are many people hurting right now because of what corrupt people were easily able to do, and probably are still doing without being caught. On the other hand, the relatively large middle class has wonderful lives here in America. We can easily have so many of the things we want, we hardly notice what others might be missing. I think my move to St Louis opened my eyes more than most anything, where poverty is rampant, and I drive by apartment complexes riddled with need.
I don't claim that I know enough about this subject, but I can feel the hollowness in our president's words to leave no child behind. I see children being left behind every day and nobody having the power or the will to change it. I never realized how privileged I am, still probably don't understand how easy it was for me, still is for me, to make my living. I hope at least this summer will show many people that american capitalism needs a lot of work, and that everyone has a responsibility to help those around us who are in need.
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