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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
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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.





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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
 
Thursday, March 06, 2003  
Soul and blues always seem to sing away my frustrations. there's a sorrow to Percy Sledge and Solomon Burke that carries not the victimhood of country but the full weight of knowing you have caused your own problems to add to what was already there. When I hear their voices, their ability to understand such pain soothes my own. Those voices remember the beauty in the world, no matter what troubles surround us. songs continue to play, clouds still pass over my head, shielding me from that oh so bright sun my eyes just can't handle. Play it again for me, your deep bass is a pair of arms wrapped around me, saying, I know you've done wrong, but you can right it again, I believe in you and will pass my hope and confidence to you. Let me hear the passion and the grit in your voice, the knowledge that life is hard, and the only real hope is in each other. yes, warm me again.
1:48 PM

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