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, February 04, 2003
I cannot understand why the loss of the seven astronauts this weekend hurt so many people. I understand that yes, any loss of life is sad. Why these seven though? Many more than seven died this weekend in accidents. Many more died from gunshots or other violence. Many died by the hands of U.S. soldiers, willingly dropping bombs on no-fly zones, or safeguarding Afghanistan, Kosovo, Columbia, and who knows at what other classified locations (yes, there are quite a few they don't tell us about). Which of these deaths are more important? How can the American public declare national mourning for these seven and not for the thousand others who die? A woman stood in Quaker meeting this Sunday and talked meekly about the pictures of the astronauts she had seen, the stories the news told about them, how they had lived, what they hoped for, what their dreams were. What if, she asked, media took about seven people who had died after a bombing of the Iraqi no-fly zones, talked to their families about who they were, showed pictures, and found out what they had hoped for their futures? Would we be as willing to continue bombing them, to bomb even more of them in the next couple of months? What does it take to make people sad when others die? Is it a heroic effort, a space flight, a car crash, a murder? Or is it just media attention? Maybe it's just a story, where we connect with them, as human beings, as if they could have lived next door to us, could have mattered to us, like you matter to me.
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