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"I don't own an umbrella. When I was a self-righteous teenager I would leave the house during a down pour and my mother..."
More about Juliette
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Schools (Other):
Trinity School, Dwight School, Loomis Chaffee School, Parsons School of Design, Eugene Lang College, Inside Passage School of Fine Woodworking.
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Occupation:
I make things happen.
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Hobbies and Interests:
walking, driving, riding the subway, riding the wave, thinking about new york, idealizing New York, The Pacific Ocean, beach logs, rhythm, joy, sarcasm, rhyming, days that are overcast with the chance of rain, Andy Goldsworthy, ultimate frisbee, yiddish.
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Favorite Books:
The Razor's Edge, The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar, But Beautiful, Oxford's Rhyming Dictionary, Nabokov, Tolstoy, David Foster Wallace.
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Favorite Movies:
Kicking and Screaming (Noah Baumbach, not Will Ferrell), Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Elephant Man, The Philidelphia Story, Blue, Life of Brian, Harold and Maude, The Red Baloon, Whithnal and I, Heathers, and whenever I have a cold I watch the entire original Star Wars trilogy.
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Favorite Music:
Nina Simone, Sam Cooke, Dinosaur Jr., Bud Powell, John Coltrane, The Roots..
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Favorite TV Shows:
Freaks and Geeks, The Wonder Years
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Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
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About Me:
I don't own an umbrella. When I was a self-righteous teenager I would leave the house during a down pour and my mother would call after me, "Take an umbrella!" and I'd shout back, "I'm not going to melt, Mother!"
I still don't opt for the umbrella, but I think I've grown in that if a nice person offers me a space under theirs, and they seem genuinely concerned for my health, I just say "OK" and "thank you" and pop my head next to theirs. It seems like the nice thing to do, right?
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Who I Want to Meet:
people who read; people who will go dancing or play frisbee with me; that guy I sat at a camp fire with in East Glacier, MT who played the melody to Blue Moon on a ukelele, using the moon stone on my ring as a slide.
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woods of pennsylvania for a weekend
swingers convention. we got there at like
10AM and started surveying the crowd. By
noon jules had a gimp hog-tied and i was in
the ball-gag again. good times.
herself a floss and a chucke, and maybe
even a stab at diplomacy. Do you think
we'll get through this? The truth is
that whenever you speak my knee shakes,
my eye twinges, my nipples stand at
attention and my heart iches.
not because I am going anywhere, but
because I want to compile my little,
trivial belongings in one neat,
symmetrical pile, and to reflect upon
that pile as would children at a
wounded goat. Sadly, my bag remains
empty, vacant perhaps, heavy, but not
full, I see a handle but no hand strong
enough to carry it. I
smile...realizing...as would a licking
puppy in the impartial embrace of a
tiny child...that I forgot to pack
Jules...and that I'm really not going
anywhere.
that can't leave the city, because city boys
and girls are too yummy. She's a hot
blooded finger painter who understands the
importance of chinese dumplings. Juliette
lives by her heart and her gut. I'm not sure
I've seen her use her head yet, but bless this
beautiful lady for being such a soulful
mama.
woods of pennsylvania for a weekend
swingers convention. we got there at like
10AM and started surveying the crowd. By
noon jules had a gimp hog-tied and i was in
the ball-gag again. good times.
one. shes a lady i would go for 8 year
stretches without seeing but every three
months or so id find myself wondering about
her whereabouts and well being. Like an
imperceptable tremor that occasionally
resonates louder and hums in your head
and makes you think perhaps you were too
close to that monitor at the last show and
might now be going deaf. then i ran into her
at welcome to the johnsons and it was
awesome. i love juliette.