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, March 18, 2003
Last night while at the library, I heard shouts and drums banging outside. I ran out to find a small peace rally walking up and down Grand ave, the same street used in the summer for the gay pride parade. i joined it, of course, awed to have stumbled into it, frustrated that I hadn't heard in the first place. I talked to a few people, tried to find out who they were, what motivated them to be there. I found several friends from the Quaker meeting to hug. Have you ever attended a rally, have you ever been a part of a collective voice? It will never prove that you are right or wrong; if you're marching, you're most likely in the minority. But what a minority to be a part of, what power in community, what emotional stamina flows through you walking in a crowd of like-minded people. man can not live on bread alone; such events, such cameraderie feeds us for far longer than one meal. and i didn't eat alone.
11:43 AM
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