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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Monday, December 02, 2002
I went to bed early last night, wanting sleep, not wanting to deal with life. of course, i had a bit of difficulty falling asleep while thoughts of my mother's latest harsh words about applying for CO replayed in my head. What should I have said, how will these words haunt me? And then, whiskers tickled my nose; my rat Susie had managed to jump onto the bed without me paying attention and she found my face soon enough. Thanks Susie, for the reminder of all the love out there, maybe not from the expected sources (as Bjork might say), but from all kinds of people, animals, and sometimes just the world at large. Sometimes, you don't even have to look.
6:13 PM
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