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 07, 2003
soon i'll be traveling, driving my car around the midwest mostly. i've been doing more biking than driving lately, to and from work, going out at night, biking whenever i can. i've always wanted to do this but only a few times tried it, and now am living it. but not for much longer. i'll be back to paying for my way with gas and car usage. of course, i'll also have music, whether from a cd player that i hope to put back in my car, or through the ipod (hopefully both). and it will be cooler, assuming i get my a/c fixed in time. and much less exercise but farther.
driving is time to think for me, although i've had plenty of that in the past two months, writing while at work, watching an empty cafe. so am i looking forward to it? yes, mostly. there are always drawbacks to travel, like a bathroom in easy reach, the thrill of staying home and doing nothing, the hassle of moving around so much. how much can i take without being absurd? i don't really need much though. we fool ourselves into thinking we need so much of the things we keep around. mostly, they're pretty pointless.
so i have one week until my life must be organized enough to put most of it away for a while, keeping just enough to allow me to travel around. my last gallon of milk for this apartment. soon, somewhere else will be home, my third location in this city. i've learned i must change my address every year or so, or my mother wont' claim me as a Potts. her address book is so full of whiteout from the moving around Potts family, you can't even find the paper anymore.
i will be happier when this in-between state is over, the packing, the worrying, the planning. come next tuesday, i can just play.
6:13 PM
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