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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
 
Friday, March 21, 2003  
I spoke again last night, as good a speech as i may have ever made. i told my boss beforehand, that i felt like i should speak. I'm still waiting for some kind of retribution, but hoping none is coming. We had over one thousand there last night, which for st louis, is a rather large crowd. Bill Ramsey of Instead of War introduced me as conscientiously objecting from the military to a crowd who cheered and applauded and hooted my name, yes some knew me already, some my quaker friends, some i have met more recently, some through the gay youth group i used to mentor for, and yes, i started to tear up as they cheered, so thankful for their support, maybe even for their acceptance. never in my life have i felt more tears so close to my eyes as in the past six months. but it was good, and though I'm scared today for my future, i think I'm going to be all right; I don't know what will happen, but i think i will be all right.
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