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Schools (Other):
shasta high, uc santa cruz, cornell
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Occupation:
mochilero
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Affiliations:
e clampus vitus
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Hobbies and Interests:
wilderness, philosophy, filmmaking, water, mtn biking, fireworks, ultimate frisbee, travel, black rock city, ropeswings, wild mint, ridiculum
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Favorite Books:
die frohliche wissenschaft, s rushdie, j amado, r harrison, s zizek, w cronon, j rumi, g snyder
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Favorite Movies:
baraka, monty python, requiem for a dream, mission, matrix, y tu mama tambien, mine
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Favorite Music:
extra action marching band, crash worship, jane's addiction, chemical brothers, K & D, U2, dead can dance, this mortal coil, the cult, sisters of mercy, lost at last, bauhaus, flaming lips, love and rockets, shriekback, orbital, manu chao
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Favorite TV Shows:
those appearing off screen
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Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
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About Me:
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Who I Want to Meet:
somebody hot, interesting, and fun/ny.
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stapler in the water says it all. Quick!
Somebody, get this man back to his cubicle!
was borne of a vernal pool during the
Pre-cambrian, and that he lost his
pollywog tail soonafter, left with no
choice but to grow legs and venture
onto land. Since then, he has
cultivated a host of bizarre habits in
an attempt to return to his watery
beginnings, namely "bringing the face
to the hand" to eat his food, going
pantless, and screaming nonsensical
phrases in crowds of strangers. When
Brady goes missing, it is often
because he is somewhere in the park,
practicing his boneless jellyfish
dance, in which his arms and legs seem
to move independently of his body, his
body moving independently of his
will. It is at these times that one
is left to conclude that he was
dropped on his head as a child.
Spending time with Brady is like
falling down the rabbit hole without
the comfort of a parachute- simply
put, there is no cure, no excuse, and
damn, you're head hurts the next
day!
kind full of mystery, history and
fabulous costumery. the kind that
has you waiting anxiously for each
installment, every tantalizing plot
twist and unplanned adventure.
and i feel i have only scratched the
surface on mr. moss. we have
talked about everything from tamales
to life trajectories. and he is as great
a listener as a talker and obviously
not afraid to prance or use his sexy
stare to ensnare.
to brady. if he doesnt blow it up with a gross
of bottlerockets, he'll pry it apart with
postmodernist theory. if that fails, he'll
drag it to the bottom of the nearest body of
water, though if possibly he'll first try to throw
it over a damn, even if it's 50 feet long and
weighs several tons. given his extensive
background poaching local swimming holes, it
isn't surprising that brady is a fervent
advocate of underwater bread storage. the
drier the climate, the moister brady likes to
keep his bread. but stand your ground: don't
let him talk you into buying extra bananas.
he'll tell you that he needs them to keep his
morale high, but we've all heard that line
before.
degree of suspicion. Brady actually
believes that the question mark is
the most effective symbol for human
communication, which may be
correct but generates anxiety as well.
He does enjoy appearing in turbans
and nude, particularly if flight into a
large body of water is taking place.
As for his intelligence, it is
unparalleled, and he is the only male
in his thirties I know with visible
abdominal muscles. He will never
admit this, but he secretely loves
daytime talk shows, drag racing,
police chases, and the home
shopping network. If you find
question marks reassuring, Brady is
a man you need to know.