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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
soup
objection
who are you?
birthday
one year










 
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
 
Sunday, August 10, 2003  
Change is existence. the only stillness we can find is in death. Even during sleep, the little death, our heart twitches, moving blood through our body, our eyes flit through REM. those who resist change lose their will to live, can no longer see outside of themselves to incorporate newness into their lives. how can you live without growing? even the rocks around us change through time, weatherbeaten, slowly so that we cannot sense it. we change much more frequently, must change to survive. our senses lose their sense without change, touching something so long that you cease to notice its nearness, a lover who stays too close, a smell, the most wonderful or the most horrible scent, fades as you sit in a room, still. our society tells us to stay as we are, don't move too much, you can't handle it, it's frightening. yes, life is frightening sometimes, but moving against the fear gives us life, courage, and breath.
12:18 PM

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