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, February 23, 2004
a friend of mine imagined a wonderful idea for me. i'm putting together an application for an internship with a Quaker lobbying group in D.C. in the process, I found a large envelope to put the application in and then realized, it's a manila envelope. ooh, i love that word. manila, it just comes out of the mouth with syllabic harmony, that dense n in the middle, oh the power of the letter n. so i mention to my friend my love for the word manila and he asks, what about a manila napkin?? oh, shivers, shivers, that's so good. manila napkin. it's almost worth changing the title of my weblog - it's strangely close anyhow, right? my heart's beating faster, have to shake my head, oh, that's so good. yes, manila napkin. that's just right.
i'll sit on that for a while and oh my, well, enjoy it. manila napkin. yes.
3:11 PM
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