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Interested In:
Dating Women, Relationship with Women, Friends, Activity Partners
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Member Since:
May 2003
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Hometown:
East Los Angeles
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Bennett's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/208579
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Other education:
UC Berkeley
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Occupation:
uh... music doer
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Affiliations:
http://www.bobtailyearlings.com/
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What I enjoy doing:
music, theology, veganism, meditation, pointillism, stream of consciousness, Taiwanese independence, hockey, worm composting
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Favorite Books:
Ulysses, Portrait of the Artist, Invisible Man (the Ellison one), Of Human Bondage, Unbearable Lightness of Being, The Man who was Thursday, Sirens of Titan, The Little Prince, Edgar Allan Poe, Arthur Conan Doyle, T.S. Eliot
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Favorite Movies:
Empire Strikes Back, Kramer vs. Kramer, Fargo, Goodfellas, Ed Wood, Fight Club, Sweet and Lowdown, Man on the Moon
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Favorite Music:
Peter Tchaikovsky, Modest Mussourgsky, Stephen Foster, Scott Joplin, Frank Sinatra, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Flatt and Scruggs, Johnny Horton, the Beatles, Kinks, CCR, Carpenters, Nick Drake, Simon and Garfunkel, Police, Smiths, Nirvana, the Shins
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Zodiac Sign:
Scorpio
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About Me:
I'm more interesting in theory than in person.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Oh hey, we are looking for a bassist. My band, the Bobtail Yearlings. Check out our website and decide for yourself if you would like to be a part of this system. Thank you.
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Bennett back in 1993 while I was a
freshman at Cal. I was strolling down
Telegraph, hot link in one hand and
cup of water in the other. I walked by
this scrawny, scruffy, ragamuffin-
looking Asian kid, hunched against the
wall of Amoeba's record store. He
was playing his acoustic guitar, and
had a coffee can with a hand-
scrawled paper sign that begged for
money next to him. What caught my
attention was not the despicable sight
of what barely passed as a human
being before my heretofore sheltered
middle-class eyes, but the dead-on
version of some Stone Temple Pilots
song he was playing and singing. I
took pity on him, and was about to
reach for my wallet until I quickly
realized I had spent my last dollar on
the hot link. Since I had already
stopped in front of him, I felt obligated
to make small talk (lesson learned -
never make eye contact with people
you don't want to talk to). I told him I
dug what he was playing, and
incredibly smart that he thinks he
isn't, but only because his mind works
on a different plane of existence than
ours.
the highest degree, a phd in late-night
progeny that gives us all reason to
rejoyce. but when the shtakes appear
high I a go and whisper "shh...shhh"
with my vodka gimbboleth and the
shyllables calm my nausea. but don't
startre with me or I'll fuck you up.
written more words now than i will ever
write in my entire life...whew!