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Interested In:
Friends
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Member Since:
Sep 2003
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Hometown:
Atlanta
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Company:
UGA Libraries, EO Studios
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Paul's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/2129716
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Other education:
Uncle John's Flapjack Academy
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Occupation:
designer/ Musician/ Audio Magic Guy
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What I enjoy doing:
Compulsive Music Making, Screaming Gibberish At My Dog, Listening To Songs That Make Me Sad On Purpose, Researching for Undefined Projects, Expanding My Horizons By Doing Nothing At All...
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Favorite Books:
Modern things, old things, technical things, magazines and papers... free weekly publications...
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Favorite Movies:
I have watched many movies. I like to watch.
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Favorite Music:
All things new wave and post punk... and a bunch of other crap. Queen are pretty badassed...
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Favorite TV Shows:
tvdvd
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About Me:
Maker (of things digital and non-digita). Collaborator, Agenda Free Researcher, Concept Ninja, Idealist, Friend to Monkeys, Music Maker, Listener, Talker, Escapist, Reader, Jedi, Idealist, Acoustic Entertainer, Musical Comedian...Beard Grower...Beard shaver...
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Who I Want to Meet:
the other five people who still use friendster... not really.
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start or I'll pop ya in the jaw. Got
it?
the fall, doesn't frequent the mall,
when he goes to paris he enters
through charles de gaulle,
sometimes he gives me a call, when
he's cold he puts on a shawl,
perhaps in his family somewhere
there is a gaul, his dog is sweet (he
would never maul), he doesn't speak
with a southern drawl, i think he
knows how to throw a baseball,
when he had his volvo it used to stall,
his favorite athlete is rafael furcal,
when he swims he likes to do the
crawl, if he lived in california he
would have voted in the recall, i
wonder if he's been to montreal, hey
don't you just love those monks in
nepal, his cat sometimes has a hair
ball, if he was a trucker he might
complain about the long haul, i've
never known him to be in a bar-room
brawl... um... stall ?
learned to embrace the magnificent
invention called the bagel slicer, paul used
to carouse around the town with a group of
young monkeys shouting various inaccurate
slogans at pedestrians. But this man (and
his dedicated, rascal-esque cohorts) could
shake his fists in the air to the goddess
Chiquita for only so long. Thankfully, his
intentions were underestimated and
misunderstood. Those of us who knew him
back then can now look back with a tear in
our eyes and some gravel in our pockets
and wonder what kind of person Paul might
have become if he and those monkeys had
gotten what the wanted so badly: true love.
from school to my house on West
Lake. One of us had the bicycle and
the other had the books. I don't
remember why we were walking but I
remember having fun listening to
Paul ramble on and on. (I mean, I
had gotten used to it by then) I could
listen to Paul for hours. I still can. If
he taped his ramblings and had a
secretary transfer them, he could
probably publish a few best sellers.
I'd buy one, anyway.