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, April 29, 2003
hi, my name is stephen. i'm not sure who i am anymore besides that. i've just disrupted everything in my life because of a passionnate belief, and walked away from my employer for nine years. i've spoken in front of large crowds on purpose (unlike the events i had no choice in as a kid), i've changed my routine (now i'm clean). I'm still thinking I'll have to shave, wipe this nail polish off and go back to work pretty soon here, but i don't, i really don't. I've spent the past two days thinking about job searching, and talking to two different places. I got a job about an hour ago at one of them, a cool cafe downtown. yes, i'm shocked. I talked to the owner, gave her a resume i just completed today, and she hired me, to do nothing like what it says i can do on my resume. so i can't even say i'm unemployed at the moment. do you know the word flabbergast? now is a good time to use it. give me a flapdoodle and call me your sweet bippy.
i'm actually more peaceful at the moment than i have been in years, save for the thirty days of leave i took last month. now i'm on permanent leave from the air force, and i'm just good. sure, i'm excited, thrilled, expectant, and smiley, but i'm also peaceful, quiet, and thoughtful. i can't have done what i just did and jump up for joy for too long - it's changed me too much to pretend i can be who i was. now is my remaking, my rebirth, my newness spilling out, for even me to see.
7:09 PM
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