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Interested In:
Just looking around
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Member Since:
Jun 2003
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Hometown:
San Diego, CA
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Company:
the company I keep
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Michael's URL:
http://profiles.friendster.com/393755
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Other education:
San Jose Elementary, Portola Middle School, Cleveland Humanities High, Carlsbad High, UC San Diego, The Central Arizona Institute for Nicomachean Ethics
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College/University:
University of California - San Diego, Attended 1996 - 2001, Class of 2001, Bachelor's Degree, Communication and Law
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Occupation:
educator, etymologist, good guy
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Favorite Books:
the world of yesterday, the language police, stranger music, a heartbreaking work of staggering genius, microserfs, daughter of the river, residencia en la tierra, the crimson petal and the white, a quadriplegic discusses the kama sutra, the nightmare of reason, the 2004 Thomas Bros. San Diego/Riverside road guide, dylan lyrics, de-westernizing media studies, liberalism divided, the inferno (pinsky translation), the duino elegies, pass thru fire, physics by giancoli
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Favorite Movies:
Chinatown, Leaving Las Vegas, Godfather II, Race For Your Life Charlie Brown, Flirting, Kicking And Screaming (the Noah Baumbach one, not the Will Ferrell one), Interstella 5555, The City Of Lost Children, Vertigo, Brazil, Breaking The Waves, The Legend of 1900, The Holy Mountain, Anchorman, Barton Fink
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Favorite Music:
Afghan Whigs, Soul Coughing, Morphine, Tom Waits, Wilco, Jaco Pastorius, Boards of Canada, Neko Case, Kongar-el Ondar, Aphex Twin, and Debussy is pretty wicked too might I add
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Favorite TV Shows:
trying to stay away for now
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About Me:
i'd be a turntablist but i'm able-less at the scratch. i'd be a fly rapper but i'm more sly and dapper than that. run flee fly ride scram git go and scamper - cuz i flow straight lit and what i do with it is drop that shit till you crap your pampers. put em in the hamper but do not tamper with the safety seal which i state is real and shall reveal each fading challenger like JD Salinger hiding away subsiding from the fray. when you meet your match at beat and scratch, i'll just say "hey, you got to hide your love away....". reckon these skills which pay my bills, so ill you're sickened, so fat they're thickened. try to keep up, your guts are ample, but a pee cup is your only sample while i in this teacup am a tempest to trample by example, cuz i met your sister and kissed her and gave her a blister. you'll slowly lose your wits as i play weddings and bar mitzvahs, hovering but intact, covering with impact each rhyming flaw with my je ne sais quoi. faster than we jet on the freeway, i get the three-way with Esther and Lynn cuz like Hester Prynne, it's been a red letter day. say what you will, crave all the swill pouring from a Celica like a boring relic of a long-passed eon once soaring angelic, now gassed like neon. released from glass, burned by sound, ceased, a class adjourned, i have found, so turn around bright eyes and sight the skies which alight with cries, cauterized by hot red thighs and soft-said sighs that jingle with the tingle of being single. as you mingle with the sound of my shiver, the ground sets aquiver and you, found, I deliver like the Giver from the bottom of the river, beset by slivers of rhymes so flithy you'd swear they were hazardous, throwaways like a tinker's cuss, but I espy that we were sworn to lie, formed to fly, and born to die, sons of Lazarus.
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Who I Want to Meet:
hotheads wheeze like processed cheese, suckas freeze, and i kiss the breeze, bass on call, for one for all, out of nowhere like Diana Krall, the mystery of my history unknown to Joes who forget their moan, thumb their nose, those who deal but can't close, jerk with gesticulation, the tired turks regurtitation. with Kool Herc's syncopation and Freddy Merc's enunciation, my perks are pure in percolation. the coffee is oh so Mafioso, so poseurs can't pose, flexers can't flex, closers can't close, and even Rain Man can't count these decks. the amount of checks keep rolling til Sunday next...
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Love,
Kyla <3
you are saying "She's biased because he
sucks her earlobes". But, let me tell
you there is so much more. He really is
the nice Jewish boy my mother told me
about, of course in that conversation
he was the blonde quarterback who would
only fade away faster than a pissed on
firecracker on July 4th but, off topic.
He is the first boy to bring me flowers
and actually listen when I talk. Mike
truely goes out of is way to make sure
I'm not having a shit time. He's way
cooler than me and doesn't rub it in
when I have no clue about the band he
is talking about. Did I mention that he
has a huge penis? No, well there you go.
and somehow, despite distance, rare
communication, even rarer get-togethers
and all th excuses in the world to lose
track of each other we remain friends.
Perhaps because, since we're not deeply
entangled in each other's daily
existence, we can maintain a certain
objectivity. Mike's always been one of
the quickest wits I know. Mike and I
will one day use our mad lyrical skills
to become one-hit wonders on Iranian
radio through the miracle of cheap beat
machines and metaphors about mega-
whores and bury the tapes for the
archives. Mike and I - we're so very
different, yet have so much in common.
He's like my long-lost brother, if I
was raised by protective Jewish parents
in Los Angeles and could stand MTV for
more than five minutes at a time.
listen to Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing"
on loop with for several hours
straight... while pretending to rub your
ass in pudding. Truly.
overanalyzed...Michael is THE guy to
talk to. Just beware of the blood
splattering from the heart on his
sleeve.
What is it that makes me so interested
in him?!? He's like a Seinfeld
episode: not really about anything, but
you can't stop watching.