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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Friday, January 16, 2004
I just don't blog enough lately. of course, that's partly because I don't have a job where i get to sit doing nothing on the computer all day. i have to use my free time to sit at the computer and do nothing all day. not that i'm too opposed to that. well, i'm supposed to be; i'm trying to spend less time at the computer, but it's not really working. especially when i feel guilty for not writing anything to my blog for five days. i'm very much into circlular logic today.
oh, and courtesy of rob, I'm introducing paragraphs. i had forgotten about those useful dividers of thoughts. in my attempt to be faulknerian and difficult, I run my thoughts together like my mind runs the world together, building connections between this and that, loving to find the thread of life between them. even jeff noticed quite a while ago, when looking at my paper notebook, that I don't use paragraphs. i honestly don't like them because i want everything to stay together, unlike my family and all my friends in my life who have separated and disappeared. but i know they make things easier to read. they are good form, like manners, and i love good manners.
come to think of it, i run my sentences together too, adding commas and semicolons to separate thoughts, never wanting to actually use that period which might cut one sentence off from another, might prove that the two thoughts really have nothing to do with each other, and i'm just a crazy mad scientist trying to splice the world together based on an assumption that we all come from one creature, be it Adam or a monkey, so that we are all related and should love one another accordingly.
see, if i use paragraphs, i just end up with one sentence per paragraph. but i'm doing this on purpose. it seems to me, if you run your sentences together, and then strike one short one off, you've made a bigger impression than sentences that are all roughly of the same lenghth. or maybe it's just confusing. life is confusing though, and i do my best to intimidate life. no, that's imitate; i'm not very intimidating. well, some people think i am, but it's a joke, and i've always been quite a push-over. the past couple of years have taught me that might be a better quality than i had imagined. it needs more crafting though; someday i'll have the perfect personality, if i live a few hundred years more.
look at that, another paragraph. who would have thought? and short sentences. fragments, even. i love writing.
11:26 AM
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