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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Sunday, May 11, 2003
A young boy whose mother I worked with in high school is headed to the West Point Academy this fall. My freshman year at the Air Force Academy, I spoke to his class about what i was doing there. Apparently, he followed my example and will attend this fall. No, I am not responsible for his decision, and yet, i feel it, as if he never would have heard of the place, would never have seen its enchantment had I not been around. I'm sorry. I'm not sure who I'm addressing that to, the world perhaps, those who might die by his actions. In some way, we are all responsible, aren't we? everything counts, as depeche mode sang to me years ago. we're responsible for what those do around us, the influence we knowingly and unknowingly spread. No, we can't control them all, but I can't resolve the shock of how much people listen to me, whether I still want them to or not. do you remember the song? oh be careful little fingers what you touch, oh be careful little feet where you walk, for the father up above is looking down in love, oh be careful little tongue what you say. sounds more like a threat than a kindly reminder, but yes, no matter who's watching or what's happening, we affect the world around us. so be careful, be ever so careful.
6:37 PM
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