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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Thursday, October 24, 2002
I'm starting to love my apartment, starting to feel like it's more home and more comfortable than anywhere. I remember feeling a bit of that in my Sacramento apartment, but almost none of it in my last apartment here in St Louis. A couple of months though in this new place, and I am quite comfortable. Especially recently, I have had a few more visitors see it, and spent time in the evenings at home instead of always wandering around town. I still have trouble with the concept of home though. Yes, this is as much home as I have; I would call no other place home. Still, I'm not completely satisified that this home. It feels so transitory, knowing that I will leave in less than a year. Should I care? I know that my home will most likely lack other occupants for quite some time. I can't expect to find any kind of family in the near future. But regardless of other people, I can still have a home, right?. Maybe it matters that I have easily accessible friends. Maybe it has something to do with how much time I spend in it, or what I do there. Maybe it depends on how much of me it represents, if I can overcome the rented feeling and make it something of mine, or if it will always remain a bit foreign. I've also learned that I can feel comfortable almost anywhere, wandering a park, enjoying a coffee shop, or driving in my car. these somehow are the same feelings of home, that I am me and doing the things that make me happy. Isn't that enough?
7:16 PM
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