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.
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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
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Sunday, May 04, 2003
I met tonight with a group of wonderful socially minded catholics, the center for theology and social analysis. a wonderful community of people who work for local social justice, peace in their own lives, and what peace they can give to others. it seems such people are everywhere, hidden from me previously, but now opening in my life like corners of hope and possibility. now that the door has opened for me, it's so good to find so many others there, already working on the same tasks. They asked me to speak about my experience, to tell them what's been happening. every time i tell the story, i start to tear up, remembering the intensity and the depth of the feelings i have had in the past year or so. i am not embarrassed by tears any more, but i know that it's more difficult to speak when tears are coming out of my eyes. and yet, to remember the pain of the news interview and the beginning of the CO process, to remember the friends that held me in their arms while i cried, the love that came from places i never expected, the pain that forced me to be open to such love, and how i hope to always be open to such love. how do i remember that without feeling some of the emotion? i'm glad i still feel it.
so now, i'm more and more excited about what might happen in the future, how i might continue and how i might work for good around me, not in some supermodel i pray for world peace silliness, but in actual hard work, of building communities between people in a neighborhood, of helping those who need help, just as i needed help then. and these are some of the people who can help guide me on that path.
8:39 PM
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