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places to visit:
Center for Theology and Social Analysis
Lynda Barry
astralwerks
Sherman's Lagoon




Another place I write:
Queerday




relevant pasts:
fear of sunrise
manboylove
peaceful
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who are you?
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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







many napkins
 
Thursday, July 31, 2003  
amazing the kind of people out there. i used to not pay attention, think i was somehow sheltered from most of the interesting people, solitary. i am learning that mostly, my eyes were not open very well. i thought i tried, thought i tried so hard to find good people. now they seem to show up everywhere, at any random bar or coffee shop, new people, people i already knew, crazy fun people. poeple i'd love to spend more time with, figuring out who people are. i guess i used to ignore them, didn't know how, still don't really know how. i grew up choosing solitude over people, and it took me a long time to erase that choice, take off the blinders i put on. and now i'm just shocked, constantly, at all the good people. not perfect people, but people i can talk to, understand, enjoy time with. crazy how dense i was.
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