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, December 15, 2002
I've had so much goodness lately. Another quick visit from A, good food (yes, that includes the take-out chinese we ate at home on michael's futon), the 5k I ran on base Friday in which I placed third and which reminded me of how much I love to race (maybe I'll do the half version of the St. Louis marathon in April), the visit to the Pulitzer Foundation for the Arts built by Tadao Ando, and on and on. Today is a make-up day. I have missed so much time with my notebook that I need to write many things. Blogging never really counts for me. Sometimes I do say interesting things, but it all comes out too quickly - I type too quickly to really set down my thoughts. Writing with pen and paper is my favorite way to explore my head. So I'll think a lot today, cook for the week, play some jazz - Chet Baker is keeping me company right now - lounge around and try to decide where to go for Christmas. I'm not too excited about it, actually. Both possibilities (my brother or my friend Emily and her family) seem far too difficult. But then, the prospect of flying makes me want to just stay home. I'm not afraid of flying, I just don't like the incredible hassle. I much prefer to pack up my car and drive, but only if it's under 6 hours. mmm, yeah, i could really use a long drive, sitting in my car and thinking, singing to the music, dreaming, and watching the road. would that my brother lived in Tulsa instead of Oklahoma City. It's two hours closer. and prettier. happy middle of December, hope your shopping is farther along than mine.
11:27 AM
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