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, December 31, 2002
One last day of 2002. When's the next year we'll have a palindromatic number? This time last year seems like such a mercifully long time ago. It's hard to imagine how depressed I was the early months of this year. I can thank my last boyfriend for helping me out of that. I haven't spent a year in such thought for a long long time. haven't I grown this past year? I remember last year crying to the Rent song about how do you a measure a year. I would love to hear that song again, but the tape I had it on broke. this is not the place for tears though, not sitting at work. I could cry and cry, just to relieve myself of some of the stress I've had recently. yeah. I don't know if I've ever had as many tears as I have had this year. in some way though, that simply means that i've been expressing myself more than I ever have, less afraid to cry, more willing to share myself with other people. it helps you know, sharing yourself with other people, trusting them. I never knew that. but wow, how people have surprised me lately. the strength they lend me, the love they give me. this past year. one year is a long long time, and January first is hardly a dividing line for me. It's just a calendar date. just another change from night to day, like all the other ones out there. somehow, I've learned in the past year and some, that all things are unique, that every person is different and amazing, and a loss to us when he or she dies. A day, too, then, holds value beyond what we can understand. I can't spend all my time on it, can't focus on just the passing of a day. I'm not even sure we can spend enough time on the passing of one life. but maybe we can help keep lives around for another day or two. or another year.
10:37 AM
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