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, November 29, 2003
Snow flurried down yesterday, a good marker for the first day of the Christmas season. Trees are hanging onto their dead leaves while the wind tries to knock them off. I have trouble remembering summer now, as if my memories are tied by temperature; i can only remember when last it was cold. This is my first free winter, i keep thinking, though, what do I mean by free? I know it means I can do crazy things like grow my hair out and paint my nails, but it doesn't mean i can do anything i want. it's almost a responsibility, a demand that I do exciting, creative things, and don't just waste it sitting alone at home. and i have been, with my painting and writing, and creating costumes, i feel more fun than i have since high school.
The snow didn't stick, didn't even make a mark on us. I don't need it like I used to, when i would sit in colorado staring at the falling snow watching it cover my wounds, for ten, twenty minutes, just staring into it, allowing myself to drift away into that beautiful whiteness. the snow healed, and i needed so much healing. Now it's winter again, and I am excited for the snow, what little will come here, though I don't need it. i'm no longer just a shirt underneath the heavy iron of a military life. I can keep my wrinkles if i choose, decorate them, love them as a part of me. Still, winter always helps.
11:36 AM
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