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, June 18, 2003
ah, summer, that hateful season of heat and humidity. it came late this year, delayed by some wonderful force of winter trying to hold on. some blamed it on me, said i was forcibly holding summer back like jean grey keeping her ship safe from the flood. but summer's here now, and i'm scared to go outside. i'll have to turn the air conditioner on tonight, i'm sure, always wondering how people survived seventy years ago when such things were not available. did they sleep then? maybe not. the next few months are why i keep dreaming of leaving st louis, as much as i do like it. I'm not sure this city is worth the pain of such a long horrible summer. there isn't much about the summer that i like, although, granted, st louis summers are better than sacramento summers. at least we have clouds and rain every once in a while. but i still have to jump into an ice cold bath every night so i can sleep. and usually several times during the day so i can stand being alive. it's my only respite, the memory of winter that still remains in my brain even though it seems impossible that i was once ever cold, that i once ever double layered my coat because the weather was so chilly.
i realize the summer gives us good crops, pretty flowers, and um, something else good surely that i can't think of, but just let it pass quickly. i'd like to find a cold basement and hibernate until the season ends, but i suppose i'll put up with it, just like most of you put up with winter.
3:07 PM
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