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, December 01, 2003
i like to keep the peace. i love my quiet shoes that make no sounds as i walk. I close my door without noise, to make sure nobody notices, although there is nobody to notice. i love, while jogging, surprising people by running past them without a sound, like some wind that suddenly picked up. i keep my voice low, to make sure i don't make too much impact. I used to hide from my dad that way, wake up early saturday morning, open the cabinets to get the cereal out, closing it slowly and carefully to not wake him up, so i could watch cartoons softly before he came out and changed the channel, made fun of me for watching cartoons. the more unobtrusive i was, the easier life became. I learned i could do all sorts of stuff if i stayed quiet and acted naturally. As much noise as i have made in the last year, with speaking and writing, I am still wary of my voice, my ability to impact people around me. it's so tempting to hide, keep my secrets to myself, as if i am just a cloud drifting by. i have to reconcile this though, learn that i might be better with a bit more noise, or perhaps realize that the sounds i might make are not necessarily noise, but perhaps music.
12:12 AM
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