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I have seen the four moons, and held them in my hands.
I have walked the road of sunrise in the morning of the land. I sang. I danced. I made pancakes. I just thought I'd share that with you. ![]() December 31st
2005
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I've been listening to a lot of Chinese classical music lately. I'm not quite sure why this is the first thing that I want to share, but there it is - about as useful as knowing that Hendrix was five foot ten.
I think it might be the way that bamboo sounds, everything is closer to the human voice. And if you listen to it, you can hear the blues. Delta blues. Only the delta's about as far away from the Mississippi as you can get before coming back again. I imagine a delta on the Yellow river. The blues Hendrix played was delta too, only his delta was on Mars. Or so I say, oddly enough. ![]() December 30th
2005
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