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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Wednesday, February 12, 2003
I first heard about the Rabbi Hillel from my Jewish sponsor dad in college (we all had sponsor families to help take care of us a bit at USAFA). Of course, all I knew was that he was a famous Jewish teacher. I found a quotation by him today that reacted well with the experiment i am conducting on myself. He asked three questions: "If I am not for myself, who will be for me?" "If I am only for myself, what am I?" and "If not now -- when?" I love the duality these thoughts suggest, that we can be both for ourselves and for others. I respect the inference to act and to do so without much waiting. Too often, the denominations I grew up in talked about hating yourself and trying to lose yourself. I thought everything that was me was bad, that i had to curb every desire I had, relinquish any pleasure. I have found that nobody has stepped in and loved the me that I learned was not good enough. so all of me yearns to be loved by everyone and everything, because I have not made it a practice to love myself. But nobody could love me that much. It's my turn to try and love me.
9:02 AM
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