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Earthquake Richter
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Interested In:
Friends
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Member Since:
Aug 2003
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Hometown:
Savannah, GA
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Company:
Camp Blue Heron, National Park Service, Habitat for Humanity of San Antonio, AmeriCorps*NCCC, Project Vote Smart, Coastal Georgia Regional Development Center, Congressional Youth Leadership Council, Envision EMI
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Earthquake's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/1489579
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Schools:
Benedictine Military School, Class of 1998
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Other education:
Duke University Talent Identification Program, Connie Belin National Center for Gifted Education Advanced Placement Academy, Georgia Governor's Honors Program - Let's hear it for summer nerd camps!
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College/University:
Vanderbilt University, Attended - , Class of , Other
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Occupation:
A man who knows how to get things.
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Affiliations:
AmeriCorps Alums
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What I enjoy doing:
laughter, grammar, coffee, wordplay, arguments, being clever, writing letters, people smarter and/or funnier than I am, hypocrisy, road trips, beer & whiskey (good or otherwise), paradox, doing the Right Thing
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Favorite Books:
The Things They Carried - O'Brien, The Dead - Joyce, The Secret Garden - Burnett, The Floating Opera - Barth, A River Runs Through It - Maclean, The Oxford Companion to the English Language, Anna Karenina - Tolstoy, much of Bukowski
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Favorite Movies:
Tombstone, Fight Club, One Crazy Summer, The Godfather, Scrooged, The Big Lebowski, Teen Wolf, anything starring Shannon Tweed or with a cameo by The Red Elvises.
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Favorite Music:
I've found myself in an unusually country-heavy phase lately: Hank Sr. (with Lonesome Whistle getting an awful lot of airplay), Patsy Cline, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, and David Allan Coe. Needless to say, it has been accompanied by a simultaneous unusually bourbon-heavy phase.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Family Guy, The Daily Show, City Confidential, Simpsons Halloween specials, West Wing reruns
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About Me:
One overarching theme runs through the way I approach and interact with the world. Although I didn't know I was talking about Everything, I first articulated that theme when I was sixteen years old; at the time, I thought I was just talking about coffee. Someone asked me how I could "choke down that truckstop swill when there's plenty of good coffee to be had out there." I replied: "I love coffee. I've known good coffee, and I fully appreciate good coffee when I have it, but bad coffee is still coffee, and I love coffee." Over the years, I have repeated that argument for innumerable other things - beer, books, and blow jobs, to name just a few - and I have gradually come to realize it is the unassuming keystone in the structure of my reality. There are, however, a few important exceptions to the rule. I mean I'm all for playing the hand I'm dealt, but, when it comes to oysters, friends, and conversations, I would rather go without than suffer through anything but the best.
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Who I Want to Meet:
A professional gambler with the same first name as a city and a girl with a tattoo of a dagger anywhere on her body.
After that, everything else is cream cheese.
Oh, and a sternly avuncular literary agent.
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to grammar questions, an appreciation
for good - and more importantly, bad -
jokes, and crafty insults delivered
with a wink and a smile.
The Bad: He is the very definition of
bad-ass.
The Ugly: Ever seen him in a dress?
Ever seen him *dancing* in a dress?
don't, even better. I have long suspected that
the heart of his wit is a secret disdain for this
messy, seductive, willowy tongue we all daily
subvert and obey. It's an affectionate disdain,
though, and we would all do well to earn such
a privileged place in Paul's noble heart.
(Especially since once he becomes a lawyer, it
will probably shrivel and die.) Even then, Paul
will no doubt still write the kind of letters that
pre-date e-mail and the ballpoint pen.
Missives that demand an afternoon of your
attention and that merit old-school couriers
and hell, even the Pony Express. When I was a
kid, I thought whiskey was warm liquid
caramel. Grown up now, I know it's not -- but
how I savor the punch it delivers. Paul proves
the dialectic: he somehow is both 80 to 86
proof and coyly to bravely sweet. You're
halfway into your next shot of him before you
register the power of the first. He's as
engaging as a snifter of candy yet as knock-
you-on-your-ass inebriating as JD's finest.
the last few years, but Paul can
always make me smile--even from
885 miles away. His emails are a
beauty to behold, shining gems amid
the spam. And somehow he knows
how to get away with those
inappropriate comments.
not I have tried to murder him in the
past. I find that amusing. I wonder
if he remembers that I still have his
copy of
_The_Sufferings_of_Young_Werther_? Good
books are meant to be stolen, dear
Paul.