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, September 15, 2003
I'm living in my new place now, all my stuff fit to a different shape, like liquid poured from one glass to another one. of course, this glass is smaller, and i had to do something with the overflow. it's nice though, finally sleeping in my own bed after two months of travel, after many different beds of friends and family. i have my music back, i have my cooking pots back, and many ideas brewing in my mind. i'm visiting the old places i used to frequent, coffee shops, my quaker meetinghouse, bars, parks, and all those buildings i love. i'm riding my bike around town, getting to know different avenues, streets that end in strange places, sidewalks that get too bumpy. funny how september always seems the start of things, even now that i'm no longer in school.
2:51 PM
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