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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Thursday, December 05, 2002
snow, cold wind, winter, december. all these things should cheer me up, have cheered me up for moments, but then other things drag me down. maybe i just need to go outside more often and see it, feel it. the hard worlds of buildings we've developed around us work too well. but i had a run yesterday, yes, i ran while it was snowing, had that cold wind in my face with snot running from my nose and snow under my feet. but when i turned around, the wind was with me, and i felt my body heat working as if turned on high, suddenly warmed like someone's body next to mine. and then, it was quiet, and the snow muffled even my footfalls. yoko ono said, "listen, the snow is falling." All the times in Colorado I used to watch the snow fall out my window, for twenty minutes on end, staring at the snow falling on the trees, the hills, the cars, and lightposts. oh, don't even take me back to those times. i can't handle that emotion right now, it's too good for me, too powerful to remember how the snow fell like a haven on top of my accursed school. all my problems smothered with snow, and i somehow floating on top of it as if i were wearing snoeshoes, drifting through the flakes, turning whiter and whiter. no, it will never snow that much here, but at least it's winter, and I can put my scarf and coat on before walking outside, can love the heat of the car as it warms up, layer my bed with blankets upon blankets. the snow covers everything, doesn't it?
1:53 PM
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