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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Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Speaking for god is dangerous business. you can say what you think god wants you to do, you can try to glorify god with your own life, but doing things in his name is a hubris akin to raping Lot's guests in Sodom. some rival Episcopals are claiming they know the will of God, that they understand how he thinks. '"The Episcopal Church, in approving same-sex blessings and the consecration of the new bishop of New Hampshire, is saying God approves of this. God doesn't approve of this and that's a huge lie," Duncan said.' people have always been willing to do this, to elevate themselves and assume what they want is what god wants, claiming false legitimacy for their views.
i hate being associated with such Christians. I have struggled against this my whole life, grew up in the middle of large churches, my family interwoven into their decisions. it's the reason my brother refuses to go to church, its the reason so many people hate the word Christian, because it conjures up images of people who act like they know they are right and you are wrong. false prophets have always been popular. few people understand how to love God, and i'm only scratching at the surface of it, hoping that i can at least put myself on the right path, even if i never reach any sort of understanding of who or what he is, whether he's the bread i consume, the sun in the sky, the warmth inside me, the loneliness on a warm night, the one i talk to ceaselessly, the music i hear running through my head, the tempter who begs me to have fun, or just some distant star, watching us, or even ignoring us. he's big enough to be all of those things, to be the universe itself, and all of us, just living inside of him, our earth a microscopic bug in his belly, helping to digest the food he eats.
1:27 PM
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