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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Monday, July 21, 2003
home now. no, wait, i don't have a home. i'm just staying with a friend. but i do have my computer, which, at the moment, is all the home i need. of course, some would argue that home is more where you have your friends and where you feel comfortable. if so, then home includes many places around the country, including d.c. where i got to meet a guy i already consider a friend, chrisafer. Home will also be in tulsa when i go to visit my mother and a few people i know there; home may be in minneapolis when i go to visit emily, and home may always be here in st louis where i seem to have the largest congregation of friends and comfortable feelings.
d.c. felt like fulfilling a prophecy. i have seen so many of those monuments and buildings on tv and in pictures that when seeing them in full life, they felt more like a deja vu, a realisation of earlier visions. i have so many thoughts about that town, which i might have time to relate, such as the reality vs. fiction of politics, the college-age congressional staffers, riding the metro, all the military uniforms, the monuments of american culture and history, art that pulled me towards it, begged me not to leave it but to come back and visit again, exhibits that pulled tears out of my eye, so clearly feeling a small part of the pain that built the history behind them, the good time spent with my travelling friend, all those hours in the car, and my own state of nomadic movement.
the world is rich and full; never close your eyes from it.
1:16 PM
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