words, words, words
|
|
| |
|
|
| |
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
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
Sunday, February 08, 2004
Hair.
That was the topic last night at the Saints and Sinners ball last night, an AIDS fundraiser I attended with my new man. first time out with him, which was interesting, introducing him to people, etc. but it was my hair that got the most attention. I've never received so much attention for my hair. I'll admit I'm used to getting looks from guys attracted to me, but last night, i saw pointing fingers and people showing me to their friends. The craziest part was that a lot of people didn't think it was real. i talked to one guy all night, and the whole time he thought i was someone else he knew with a wig on. nope, that's my hair. my hair's big. i'm not sure i can take a picture of it, but when i let it dry naturally, it becomes a big curly fro. i wore a silk 70's shirt and played off the hair, but i never expected for my hair to be mistaken as fake. i guess that's a compliment, that my hair's so good people might want to buy it.
but i think the best part was dancing and having my hair bounce all around. maybe that's why my neck is so sore this morning, since i kept swinging my head around to move my hair. hmm, i'll have to practice that so i don't get sore so easily!
1:15 PM
|
|
| |
|
|
|
