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"I'm a recently graduated math major from Hillman College,
and will begin working for Kanishiwa Int'l in the fall."
More about Nick
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Occupation:
Riding the glial monorail
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Hobbies and Interests:
Getting hit by cars, neurosci., bio, jazz, baseball, soccer, blues, soul, ... Beth...Brendoo....
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Favorite Books:
the neuron & the glial cell, on the origin of species, st. augustine's confessions, nichomachean ethics, the land where the blues began, invisible man, dubliners, a portrait...(joyce), my inventions (Tesla). Rousseau's discourses.
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Favorite Movies:
Nothin' but a Man. Cool Hand Luke, A Streetcar Named Desire.. Do the Right Thing.
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Favorite Music:
wilson pickett, gladys knight, otis redding, solomon burke, louis armstrong, charles mingus, thelonious monk, digable planets, art tatum, bud powell
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Favorite TV Shows:
Sports century, CUBS baseball on WGN TV, Simpsons
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About Me:
I'm a recently graduated math major from Hillman College,
and will begin working for Kanishiwa Int'l in the fall.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Rod Beck.
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cuz i am.
can think of, perhaps only second to
Sam Featherpluckinginsane.
college, so he is, naturally, one of da
illiz dudes.
remembers me. My memories of Nick
revolve around Pierce and Maclean, and
are very distinct depending on whether
it was a weekday or a weekend. During
the week I would barely see him except
for if he was pulling his hair out over
some exam that was impending (and that
he inevitably aced), whereas on a
friday night he'd be all loose and
downing the King Cobra with gay
abandon. Nick, in my memory, is a man
of many sides, contrasts and colours.
Very smart, genuine and with that
unmistakable hint of boyish charm.
of neural plasticity
fireball. He's a smart kid, but quick
with his keys. He'll gut you like a
fish if you cross him. But it takes a
lot for him to get mad at you, mostly
you have to be really stupid. Really,
really stoooo-pid. He's alright by me.
by a fine Rooney chick, there's a good
chance he'd have to change his name to
something like munif al-akbar just to
escape all the women and homoseksuals
in the greater chicago area who want
to have their way with him in a seedy
motel. i personally enjoy this man's
style, especially when he's pretty
wasted. there's just no substitute.
kinda like gravy on your mashed
potatoes.