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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Sunday, September 29, 2002
Soup season is almost upon me! Yes, fall comes and then winter. Soon it will be cold enough to necessitate soup, to make it a staple of life, with all the possibilities of vegetables and seasonings. Oh, the soup I will make. With sweet potatoes, onions, garlic, corn, mushrooms (oh, mushrooms!), barley or rice, pasta or some other grain i have yet to try, carrots even, zucchini and celery, thyme, basil, sage, rosemary, all the heavens of flavors around me. I can feel it's brothy warmth filling me up, enlivening my soul and my throat, coating over the summer's rush, this is soup like the wisdom of the ages. I love to feel it in my belly, before digestion, when I know I have made something good for myself, when I know that although the rest of the world may not care, I am taking care of myself. mmm, dollops of sour cream, chives and parsleys, sweet bell peppers and a few jalepenoes, all the possibilities of mixing and stirring together. Give me herbs provencals, a bouquet garni, and beans, yes, beans! pinto and black, white and navy, black-eyed and kidney. oh, soup is coming. I have already made corn chowder, tasted and shared its goodness. broth upon broth, health upon health, steam upon steam!
7:34 PM
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