{"id":1825,"date":"2004-09-06T04:02:00","date_gmt":"2004-09-06T04:02:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2004\/09\/06\/the-questions-themselves"},"modified":"2004-09-06T04:02:00","modified_gmt":"2004-09-06T04:02:00","slug":"the-questions-themselves","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2004\/09\/the-questions-themselves\/","title":{"rendered":"The questions themselves"},"content":{"rendered":"
This afternoon I felt still, quiet. Lonely, pretty, like singing. Abstractly emotional, on the edge of something. I think too much. Jeff Buckley\u2019s \u201cMorning Theft\u201d<\/a> is lush and beautiful.<\/p>\n In the car on the way home from the airport, I began a list, organizing myself. Sundays are for taking stock, returning to wakefulness, asking questions that don\u2019t need immediate answers.<\/p>\n Underrated Things<\/strong> Prunes Friends, I hope you are list-makers too.<\/p>\n Nine days remain until my 26th birthday. That is so<\/em> much closer to 30 than 25. I\u2019ve got to get busy living.<\/p>\n —–<\/p>\n *Oh Jesus, I\u2019ve blown my cover. This is the sound of my childhood. It\u2019s the house on Westchester, that interminable road trip west to La Jolla when I was six or so, a lullaby.<\/p>\n **It should be noted that this erotic and oddly tasty experience is best left to us non-smokers. And smoking should not be encouraged. No cigarette shall cross these lips. This afternoon I felt still, quiet. Lonely, pretty, like singing. Abstractly emotional, on the edge of something. I think too much. Jeff Buckley\u2019s \u201cMorning Theft\u201d is lush and beautiful. In the car on the way home from the airport, I began a list, organizing myself. Sundays are for taking stock, returning to wakefulness, asking questions that don\u2019t need immediate answers. Underrated Things (which, by the very act of this writing, shall no longer go unremarked-upon, at least not by me): Prunes Oatmeal Mayonnaise Liver Malty chocolate malts Buckwheat flour Scrabble Literacy Walking Family Quiet Bare feet on warm pavement Being healthy and free from pain Being taken care of Cool air from the open window while you sleep Eating food…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
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(which, by the very act of this writing, shall no longer go unremarked-upon, at least not by me):<\/em><\/p>\n
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Oatmeal
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Mayonnaise
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Liver
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Malty chocolate malts
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Buckwheat flour
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Scrabble
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Literacy
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<\/strong>Walking
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Family
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Quiet
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Bare feet on warm pavement
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Being healthy and free from pain
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Being taken care of
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Cool air from the open window while you sleep<\/strong>
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Eating food made for you by someone you love
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\u201cPerhaps Love,\u201d Placido Domingo\u2019s 1981 duet with John Denver<\/a>*
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Kissing a man who has been eating cold applesauce
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Kissing a man who has been smoking a cigarette and eating a sugar cube**<\/p>\n
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