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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Monday, March 03, 2003
mardi gras, mardi gras, mardi gras. yes, here in st louis. beads, costumes, drunks, the high-heeled drag queen race, more beads, dancing in the street, people crazy enough to dance with me dancing shirtless with my boa (I even got a dollar stuffed in my leather pants), people watching heaven. and in the middle of all that, getting to know a new friend (to whom I gave my gumby beads). i'm tired, exhausted, only capable of sitting here like a vegetable. but i did love the freedom and the crowds, the high spirits, the parading, the beads, the colors, the neighborhood i know so well transformed into one giant party, even with the cold weather, the snow from the night before, and the cloudy sky. the balconies, the windows full of people, the grilled onions, the hot chocolate, the dancing in the street, so glad to feel so happy, to let go of all these troubles i constantly write about, even if only for a day. but what a day. it was better than last year, and i didn't think that could happen.
11:34 AM
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