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, March 12, 2003
The worms are out again! yes, the rain worshippers who end up on the sidewalks, as if they've rehydrated out of the cracks, dot the concrete today. We had a lovely large rain last night, the first good rain in a while. today is spring, the first official day of it, regardless of what the calendar says. we may have a few more frigid days, and i will relish them for being allowed more time with my turtlenecks and scarves, but spring has largely arrived, proved by the worms on the sidewalks who know better than to come out in the snow or the sleet. Yes, this means summer is unfortunately on its way as well, but perhaps i will be somewhere a bit cooler for summer this year, away from the putrid humidity of st louis. and even though i won't see snow for another six to eight months, I may well be in a position for more snow next year (i suppose I mean this winter, but somehow that still seems like next year), all the more worth the wait. come around, spring, I'll welcome you this time, I'll thank the worms for their appearance, for the memories of rainy days and young giggles, times when it doesn't matter what's happening in the world, so long as the earth is still alive, still itself.
9:31 AM
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