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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Saturday, August 09, 2003
esther phillips, suzanne vega, patti page, and sam cooke. ursula rucker, annie lennox, sarah vaghan, and the temptations. music is all around me, swirling in my head as i sleep, singing out my mouth when i drive. hard to block it out even if i wanted to, i've spent so much of my life listening to it. i love it, like a second part of me, constant friend, suspenseful mystery. a friend of mine told me there ought to be music playing everywhere, so there's a constant soundtrack to our lives. there is. just try to find some silence. pay attention to the music around you, whether the cars driving by, or your own footsteps, the sounds mixing in ways nobody intended, but have simply happened. try to enjoy it; it might take your mind off your own blues.
7:30 PM
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