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"I like trees. I drink water and other cool belly-washes. I was a Campfire girl. I have a
widow's peak and very nice..."
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College/University:
Rhode Island School of Design, Master's Degree
Minneapolis College of Art & Design, Bachelor's Degree
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Occupation:
artist/museumlady
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Affiliations:
LadyPong, Chuki's Army
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Hobbies and Interests:
makin' art, maps, fanciness, power, Vipassana, mechanical tigers, futurenegroes, remote viewing, Fisher Price, language acquisition, stakeouts, squirrel costumes, radio astronomy, pickles, giving nicknames, monkeys, mitrochondrial DNA, eating thermos appropriate foods
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Favorite Books:
The Gift, Vinyl Leaves, Field Guide to Trees and Shrubs, Jane Jacobs, Octavia Butler, Black No More & assorted kill whitey yarns, Family Circle cookbook series.
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Favorite Movies:
Paddle to the Sea, My Man Godfrey, Baby Face, Auntie Mame, Imitation of Life & other tragic mulatto tales, The Women, anthropomorphized animal flicks.
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Favorite Music:
take a trip to http://www.last.fm/user/mechatigers/
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Favorite TV Shows:
Those Crafty Negroes.
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Zodiac Sign:
Virgo
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About Me:
I like trees. I drink water and other cool belly-washes. I was a Campfire girl. I have a
widow's peak and very nice ladysideburns. List making gives me great satisfaction. Sometimes I dream about helicopters and rebar. My fingernails grow square and curvy. I mutter and mumble in my sleep. I have home training.
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Who I Want to Meet:
people with sideburns.
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Testimonials and Comments for Tana
Green, more or less, in green and blue in blue,
Like taste distasting the first fruit of a vine,
Like an eye too young to grapple its primitive,
Like the artifice of a new reality,
Like the chromatic calendar of time to come.
It might be the candle of another being,
Ragged in unkempt perceptions, that stands
And meditates an image of itself,
Sudies and shapes a tallowy image, swarmed
With slight, prismatic reeks not recollected,
A bubble without a wall on which to hang.
The curtains, when pulled, might show another
whole,
An azure outre-terre, oranged and rosed,
At the elbow of Copernicus, a sphere,
A universe without life's limp and lack,
Philosophers' end . . . What difference would it
make,
So long as the mind, for once, fulfilled itself?
someone appears and you just
*instantly* like that person? like, no
intro necessary, you know they're
alright. you can talk. or not.
whatever. doesn't matter. well, that's
tana vis a vis me. can i explain it?
no. i cannot explain. but there it is.
that said, i would like to talk to tana
more.
is partially responsible for my being
in NYC but I was retarded and didn't
read my Friendster acct and now she is
in Rhode Island?!?!