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, January 12, 2004
Almost 500 U.S. soldiers dead in Iraq. We're not counting Iraqi civilians or adding to the tally, soldiers of other countries who have died.
It doesn't take much to kill one of us; we're pretty frail. I'm not going to use the number of the dead to explain why we shouldn't have gone to Iraq, or why we should stop what we're doing there. I don't want to use their deaths for any reason. I just want to lament their loss.
I always had trouble liking the military people I worked with. Most were crude and conservative, uncaring and overly macho. But they had a strange seriousness to them that I respected. They thought they were doing something right, and though it gave them a bit of a chip on their shoulders, it also gave weight to their lives. They weren't drifting through life, they were trying to be better people, hoping to be able to give something. Strangely, many of them were small and weak, surprisingly so. working in the communications field, you get higher brain capacity than muscle capacity. But we're all small and weak, compared to the gigantic power of war, no matter how mighty a military machine we have built. we still can't prevent death.
So when I think about 500 dead, I hope i don't think about the political advantage to beating the President that fact might give us. It isn't worth it. I'd rather have them all alive and get another four years of his rule. They are dead, and no election can bring them back. Mourning them, I will think about the thousands who are still alive, and hope their lives won't be so short.
10:21 AM
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