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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Thursday, May 15, 2003
An old friend called up last night, one I haven't talked to in almost a year, who i haven't seen in at least four years. she reminded me of two things, that connections long forgotten can still exist, if only a bit dusty, and that sometimes there are people in your life that, regardless of the time between you, still resonate in your head, amazing people that still cause you to shake your head when thinking at them, at the fun you had together, at the worlds they introduced you to. what struck me last night, after the phone call, is something many people have tried to tell me, for six or so years, that as much as i might deny it, i am one of those people that others remember, and remember with great passion. why is it so difficult for me to admit, that i might be important to others, that i might have energized them in new ways or presented a wonderful alternative to so many other people they knew? I've grown to accept that I'm attractive enough for people to rememeber exactly what i look like after a ten second introduction, but my next step is certainly to accept that my insides are also incredible enough to make impacts far beyond what i can understand. i remember my friend james, from the AF academy, a guy who blew away all my expectations, who opened up my eyes to highs and lows, to the things right in front of me, beside me, and coming out of me. although we haven't talked for five years, i would do almost anything to see him, if he wanted to see me, perhaps even if he didn't care so much. every indication i get from people is that i am the same to them, that i have affected their lives in ways they cannot forget and wouldn't want to. can i believe it? can i stop sloughing off compliments and comments about how much i mean to people? If all this is true, then I have succeeded, that anything i will do in the future is simply a bonus, for i have already been wonderful to several people around me, supplying them with new life and hope, and strength to be themselves. what more can anyone ask of my life than that i inspire a few people to live better? maybe just continue, just continue.
10:39 AM
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