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" that's the way the spicy shrimp roll"
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Schools (Other):
Grimsley, Oberlin, LSU, UNC-G, UNCA, UNC-Chapel Hill
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College/University:
Louisiana State University - Baton Rouge, Attended 2007 - Present, Class of 2009, Master's Degree, Creative Writing
University of North Carolina - Greensboro, Attended 2003 - 2005, Class of 2005, Master's Degree, English - Renaissance/17th century
Oberlin College, Attended 1996 - 2000, Class of 2000, Other, English/Drama/Film
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Occupation:
editorial assistant for The Southern Review
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Affiliations:
oh I don't know
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Hobbies and Interests:
books, paper, finding things, melting, graduate studenting
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Favorite Books:
Moby Dick, The Alexandria Quartet, Howl, The Master and Margarita, Harold and the Purple Crayon, 62: A Model Kit, other things by Cortazar, Nerval, Chekhov
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Favorite Movies:
Movies Directed or Written by: Pedro Amoldovar, Charlie Kaufman, Sofia Coppola, Frederico Fellini, Igmar Bergman, Roman Polanski, Milos Forman, Woody Allen, Chris Smith
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Favorite Music:
Tin Hat Trio, John Zorn, Arcade Fire, Bright Eyes, Waits, Dylan, the Shins, the Magnetic Fields, Future Bible Heroes, Neutral Milk Hotel, The Decemberists, Rob Reich, Wally Scharold, Jews and Catholics
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Favorite TV Shows:
SNL, Arrested Development
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Zodiac Sign:
Aries
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About Me:
http://www.unmoveablefeast.com
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Who I Want to Meet:
kangaroos
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she likes to taunt me with impending
visits to my area
but then it never seems to happen
i cry tears
lots of salty tears
enough to make another ocean
an ocean called:
caroline ocean
right
Somewhere. an intriguer, like a
british rock star playing ice hockey.
friendster, the more ive suspected shes
actually kinda an awesome person in
real life. makes me wish i was a real
person. in any form. and not dead.
not so goddamn dead.
She embodies exactly what it means to
be a true bad girl.
stay sweet.
luv,
cheerleaders 4-EVA
at a Holiday Inn Express near
Minneapolis. We both happened to be
there for a publishing convention (she
was selling a book, I was selling
water). We did water aerobics together
and then we played Marco Polo. I
loooove heated pools, but we were both
pissed that there wasn't a Jacuzzi.
Susan told me "Well, Dee, this is the
Holiday Inn Express." I told her "They
need to shoot us some drinks in here,
express style then!" We laughed, dried
off, and went to the hotel lobby bar to
have vodka tonics before we parted ways
only to FINALLY meet again on
Friendster. Friendster is like a big
heated pool. WHEE!
fingers and can summon the strength of many
in order to do battle or protect her homeland.
Sure, i know my credibility ain't so good, but
let's just say that if i was a captain for
dodgeball during recess than I'd take Susan
first.
objects everywhere. on windowsills. and
on tables. the tables themselves an
object. piled high with looseleaf pages
torn from children's notebooks. just
pages weather worn and crumpled. others
perfectly sharp. love letters lost to
the wind and caught in a barberry bush.
plucked from that place. exactly one
hundred yards from a boarded up
catholic grammar school. by a delicate
hand. placed amid baseballs. and lamps.
amid china dogs placed in groups among
smaller china dogs by color. blue and
pink and white. and an old dog sleeps
on the hardwood floor beneath the china
dogs. lazy in the sunlight. lazy amid
the too small house which looks like a
museum of things. a museum of yesterday
but also of tomorrow. the objects set
in a such a way. one on top of the
other. that they bring out this
melancholy hope. a pile of stones from
some lost building on main street. they
congregate like friends. a statue of
liberty pencil sharpener. and books.
pamphlets and pages. amateur oil
paintings of birds. of conures and
lovebirds. of sparrows. especially
sparrows. sparrows in full flight while
outside the house a group of crows sits
on a telephone line. and if you were to
sit on the wicker chair in the den with
the crates of admission tickets.
admission tickets from state fairs and
movies. from some southern church
revival. just boxes of tickets. and so
many colors. that to string them and
make a buddhist prayer flag and set
them on the highest mountain is not
entirely out of the question. with
these thoughts. sitting in a wicker
chair. the crows outside. through the
window. the window itself just another
painting for this house. and you could
sit in a place like this. just watching
the light in a square on the hardwood
floors. watch that light move up the
walls. and past the paintings of the
mockingbirds. past the cardinals. and
finches. and disappear to stars.
circular connection in that she was
dating the ex-boyfriend of a girl I was
dating at the same time and, though we
did not know each other directly, we
learned about each other via the ex's
comments about "that guy/girl he/she is
going out with now". (I don't know if I
explained that right--it'd be easier if
I could draw a diagram.) Anyway, what
I learned is, she's actually pretty
cool.
tall and in an aquarium with no hope of
escape, I would expect to see Susan's
all-powerful, godlike face grinning
down at me. Not that that's
happened....yet.