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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Sunday, October 19, 2003
twisting, twisting, twisting in the wind. between different stories i'm trying to write. i'm learning that i have to write about twenty pages on a subject before i understand it enough to write about it. a friend of mine told me that he was impressed with the consistency between what i wrote here, what i tell him in conversation, and what i write in my notebooks. i am glad he said that, but i don't think he realized the work that it took me to become that consistent, and how the only way to stay that consistent, is to hide all the contradictions in my life. sometimes i just repeat myself, and so i appear consistent. i question though, whether i couldn't be spending my life in better ways, more doing than just thinking and writing. i used to spend a lot of time training for triathlons, being outside and such. i don't think i should return to that, but i wonder what else i might be doing with my time other than reflecting over every bit of memory i have. then again, what if i have some voice in this that others don't, that others will be refreshed by? then it's all worth it, and i don't have to redirect my life. i can't tell. not yet at least.
1:38 PM
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