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places to visit:
Center for Theology and Social Analysis
Lynda Barry
astralwerks
Sherman's Lagoon




Another place I write:
Queerday




relevant pasts:
fear of sunrise
manboylove
peaceful
soup
objection
who are you?
birthday
one year










 
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.





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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







many napkins
 
Thursday, January 23, 2003  
a tribute to theonion.com. all my praise. you take divisise, angering subjects, and allow me to laugh about them? oh you wonderful people who write such ridiculousness, filling my head with such deliciousness. kim jong-il unfolds into a giant robot; you don't appreciate the muppets as deeply as i do; as a rich plutocrat, i don't need the tax cuts, so no thank you. studies of highly cultured apes reveals that they have made such things as tools and utensils, have taught each other how to use them as well. but mostly, they figure out how to make silly sounds by blowing on leaves, make raspberries on their kids bellies, and goof off. where's the government that cavorts with silliness instead of planning to bomb people? oh, maybe we just had that government a few years ago. i think i'll go back to my banana and it's lovely curve. "hello? what? I can't hear you, i've got a banana in my ear. Hello?"
10:37 AM

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