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, October 06, 2002
Haven't done much today besides think about my emotions and enjoy the weather. This city looks so beautiful under heavy clouds. I think midwestern clouds may be the best I've ever seen. Where else do you get more variety of sky than here? They weren't moving much today, just stuck there as if waiting to be painted, explored by my mind. I love the tints, the way the clouds approach the trees on the horizon. I loved the Yaz playing in the car today, "midnight, it's raining outside. you must be soaking wet" I had to drive further today, to get around some traffic, and I was surprised to see some bogs or swamps by I-70, mucky fields of water and small trees, all bright green from the algae. I do just want to look, would rather wander around doing nothing, escaping myself by enjoying this world. I ran today, three or four miles around my neighborhood, down to Lafayette Park and around it a few times, grass and sidewalk, brick and stone houses, breezes, asphalt, curbstones, the seeds from the trees on the ground, the morning glories out the back of my apartment. stretching on my back porch, staring at the brick house. just staring.
4:58 PM
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