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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Wednesday, November 13, 2002
A couple of days later now; it seems a week or two later. Long days of stress. I never meant this blog to turn into a journal of my life, and i'm not sure I'm going to let it become that. But i can't exactly talk about about flowers today. Still, I took a run today during lunch, through the base, on one side of the flight line. A beautiful day today, strangely warm for the middle of November, but something I needed and greatly appreciated. I ran in just my shorts, not really needing a shirt even though most others i saw had on long sleeves and pants. I ran, and I watched the clouds, the hewn corn fields, the asphalt running path, sang a song in my head, turned around after 12:33 minutes. It was all the same. No matter how much i say my world is fundamentally different, most things aren't. A run still feels good, and the world still has clouds, fall, sunshine, and life. It's just the world people have created that has changed, the military, the town who seems to be talking about the splash I made, my own world in my head. I don't have that much power after all, and thank goodness for that. I'm tired though, yet strangely confident and strong. I know I am finally doing what I am supposed to do, no longer running like Jonah. I don't know if I can save Ninevah, but maybe that wasn't my goal. Maybe I have responsibility for myself first, and then we'll see. Then i can speak all I want, and who knows what I might say?
5:20 PM
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