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, April 16, 2004
ah, my first cold bath of the season. so it's not really summer yet, but it's 75 in my apartment, and the easiest way to get to sleep is to slip into a cold cold bath to lower my skin's temperature. and then not really dry off so the fan keeps my wet skin cool. it's kind of torturous and yet feels good. this is why i must leave st louis. i don't make enough money to keep my apt cooled to 68, and it's already too hot in the middle of april. go north! go north!
still, there's something wonderful about cooling off so dramatically, just like in the winter when i warm up in a hot bath. the water around you, like a womb, enveloping and affecting you so deeply.
11:37 PM
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