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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Tuesday, October 01, 2002
Summer's over. It's October, and although the heat will remain for a bit, all the mad growth and heat is gone for this year. Yes, this starts my favorite parts of the year. I have hated summer for the past four years, but I'm doing my best to accept is. The heat angered me, like a slap in the face. After escaping unending summer heat in Colorado for four years, I didn't know how to face it again. The warmth reminded me that I missed Colorado, that I was going to sweat, that I had to do more laundry. It made life more difficult, too hot to run or bike, the car heat after a day in the sun, the longer hours of sunlight, the trouble sleeping at night, all the extra things going on. And in Sacramento, I knew that winter would never really come and give me the cold I love. I have found joys in summer though and am trying to learn more. Lynda Barry's comic strip this June helped remind me of summer days as a kid, when the heat didn't matter much, when I focused on the better parts of summer.
Summer was experience, wondering around the world around you, watching, observing, figuring things out. I found the stick insects that blend into the tree, rolly pollys that would curl up in my hand, afraid of my intrusion. But if you waited long enough, they would open up again and crawl on your hand. Lightning bugs, and pools, more play time than any other season. of course, I spent many days reading inside, ignoring the outside world. But Barry reminded me how to pay attention, how to explore the new things that are in your backyard. Different ways to experience everything that you've already seen. We played games too, on the trampoline mostly, where the world was cushy and bouncy. You could defy gravity a bit, spinning and flipping. maybe the world is just a playground.
Summer's over though. And I have spent much more time this year, re-learning how to enjoy it. Now the real fun comes, when fall keeps me outside as often as possible, when rain makes me stare out the window, shocked that water just comes out of the sky. Shocked at how much the world changes, every day.
6:16 PM
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