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"Not gay, but often mistaken. Own, and will
occasionally wear, capri pants. (edited 4/1/05) Have given all capri pants..."
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More About Eitan
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Occupation:
Writer
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Hobbies and Interests:
baseball, marine mammals, poetry, vintage typewriters, falafel, design, the impending apocalypse, muppets, pepperoni, good shoes, long lists of interests, thai food, zankou chicken, makers mark, mojitos, road trips, hair care products, licking
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Favorite Books:
The Forgiveness Parade, Me Talk Pretty One Day, The Rules
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Favorite Movies:
Fargo, Rushmore, Boogie Nights, Princess Mononoke, Delicatessen, American Splendor
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Favorite Music:
Bjork, Foutains of Wayne, New Pornographers, Nebraska, Metric, Manu Chao, Kristin Hersh, The Incredible Moses Leroy, Mos Def, David Byrne, S.E. Rogie, Fela, Prince, Belle & Sebastian, They Might Be Giants, Joe Claussell, The Rentals, Postal Service
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Favorite TV Shows:
The Muppet Show, Queer Eye For the Straight Guy, Six Feet Under, Degrassi Jr. High, Frontline, American Chopper
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About Me:
Not gay, but often mistaken. Own, and will
occasionally wear, capri pants. (edited 4/1/05) Have given all capri pants away.
I dance for your entertainment.
I repeat myself often.
I am filled double-stuff-Oreo-cookie-style with many
anecdotes, some of which I find endlesssly amusing.
Like birds, I am taken by shiny things and the human
heart. and cars. and the cute cute girls.
Drink. The open sky can make me cry. Baseball.
Also, I am five foot nine inches tall
in shoes. And easy.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Likes dinosaurs and Indian food. Appreciates antiquity
within a thoroughly modern sensibility. Radical and
sublime. Swoons for the pretty words. damn.
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Testimonials and Comments for Eitan
for maddonna, but you're too
gay for Jebediah.
count 'em punk. pray 'till monday
(chosen people my ass)
want his sacredness. You know you're in
trouble when you've had three drinks
and he is standing next to you with his
medieval locks and his post modern
scent, his Harlem Renaissance voice,
his disco-age arms. You are forever
intrigued and completely helpless in
his presence.
time I ever heard Eitan read his
poetry. Before I heard him read, I'd
go so far as to say I was in one of
those moods where I started mapping an
escape route from my mind on the back
of a cocktail napkin. Then this
fucker, this angel, brought me home
with his words.
smoking, learned far too much about
small woodland creatures, played
skeeball with pedophiles, and
acquired a taste for gefilte fish. I
have also laughed endlessly, had
considerably more beauty in trivial
events, and a glow to beat the band. I
credit 84% of this to him. He is
Disneyland in a world of California
Adventures. Mmm, the dreamiest.
was standing on an American flag, in
an American Flag g-string and I was in
bondage gear, rubbing Velveeta and EZ
cheese into his moist flesh in front
of a room of 150+ people.
book of Annie Lebowitz photographs and
both agreed that the one of Grace Jones
was the hottest. Eitan is these things to me:
fennel, stags, tosses of the head, small and
perfect words. I don't know him that well, it's
true. But those words come to mind and not
everyone has such a palpable, immediate
effect. And I will never move to Los Angles,
baby, so we better rendevous.
i am related to Eitan, we were
seperated at birth and then left on
both coasts, our love of cheese and
baseball is evidence enough. One time
on highway 101 i was hitchhiking and he
picked me up in his Audi and i asked
him where he was going and he told
me "shut up and sit down" he reminded
me of my mother, loud, obnoxious and
smelled very good. i thought he was gay
until i found out he was a tremendous
jock underneath all the designer wear.
I shared my life story and had asked me
if i had a birthmark of green bay on my
butt and i said yes and then he showed
me his and i was startled because he's
puertorican from the waist down (which
means he leans left). after that we
went bear carving, met twins, made a
movie then he had sex with my wife and
i left him. I saw him in Chicago and we
had a knife fight like in "Beat It" and
no one won because Krystal slapped us
both and said "Come on, the slam is
starting". wooooooooooooooohoooooooooooo
i love Eitan Roosevelt Truman Burroughs
Quadosh Kadoch Kadosh.
at Denny's at half past midnight? well
that's another story. Basically Eitan
is my partner in crime when it comes to
rocking the curls.... (his secret is
clairol mousse)....and really... you all
secretly wish you had curls like
ours...but you can't... so it should
just be enough for ya'll to be in our
vicinity.
locating fish tacos and prophetic
meaning behind food on any given day.
this saucy smurf can shake his booty
til you want to smurf the booty out of
him. loveable, high-fiveable,
smurfable, he'll have you swimming in
chocolate fondue before you can hit the
snooze button. be(a)ware--one hell of
a sexy mind.