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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Friday, July 11, 2003
yes, i know changes. all too well it seems. but then, maybe i'm just a cancer and didn't realize it. according to the latest free will pronouncement, i'm "already the zodiac's most frequent and expert changer." i wish someone would have told me that eight years ago when I began this furious change, throwing the guise my parents tried to give me and looking for myself. and no, i don't expect i'll ever find everything, especially when i keep changing. but i suppose looking is the fun of it, right? well, yes, except for when, like the past year, i have written so much about the changes in my life that I couldn't even read all the pages in the next month. then i feel tired, like i'm running in circles chasing my tail that keeps moving with me, because it's a part of me too, no matter how foreign i may think it is. maybe this upcoming trip will take me out of that loop, will teach me to see more of the world rather than staring into myself. who knows who i will be when i return?
9:45 AM
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