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, January 06, 2003
my brother sent me some books for Christmas, a young adult series called "His Dark Materials" by Philip Pullman. Beautiful, epic pieces about a young girl named Lyra. They are every bit as good as C.S. Lewis' "Chronicles of Narnia," and more friendly than "Lord of the Rings." I have had a hard time putting the first book down since I started it this weekend. My favorite part of the world Pullman creates is the daemon that every human has. Almost an alter-ego, the daemon can take any animal shape when the human is prepubescent and finally decides on a shape when they grow up together. The daemons take on characteristics of their humans, they help them somewhat, but mostly offer them a constant companion, illuminating some of their emotions to others, acting as both a conscience and a spur forwards. The daemon is almost always the opposite sex of the human, although there are a few cases of same sex pairs (i'm glad the variety reflects humanity). The concept feels much like the alter-ego that most of us already have but few admit, our imaginations becoming the bird in the air wheeling in the sunny day or running up the cables of a ship as a monkey. In a more mystical world, people might create shapes for the monsters in their head, give them the extra eyes they wished to have, the courage they can't quite sum up, even the feelings they wished they understood. I'm afraid my daemon still hasn't chosen a shape which yes, may mean I am young at heart but also reveals that I do not know myself well enough yet to say what I am. of course, if my daemon becomes my favorite animal when I was a kid, I'll be a lazy koala sleeping all day in a tree. which isn't that far off much of the time. Nor am I sure I get any say at all in what shape he takes (i'm assuming I get a same-sex daemon); I think I simply have to discover it, accept it, and learn to live it.
12:06 PM
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