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"I am charming and I laugh a lot...that's what everone and
their mother says. My friends
are what keep me going. I am..."
More about Polly
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More About Polly
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Schools (Other):
Erie Day School, St.George's School
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College/University:
Smith College, Attended - , Class of , Other
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Occupation:
Pediatric Neurology Administrator
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Hobbies and Interests:
Playing music, rAndomLy capiTaIiZINg LETTERs, watching/deconstructing IndepenDent films aND contemporary art, the Red Sox, driving my car on fun roads, biking, surfing, cooking things with garlic, http://www.lilpea.blogspot.com/ and the Bruins
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Favorite Books:
High Fidelity, Any McSweeney's, Norweigian Wood, Goodbye Columbus, Books about contemporary design. travel guides, the dictionary, Time Life science books, A Prayer for Owen Meany, Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant, Optic Nerve
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Favorite Movies:
The Player, Walking and Talking, Magnolia, The Day Trippers, Dreams, In the Mood for Love, Rushmore, Chariots of Fire, The Wedding Singer, Stranger than Paradise, Lost in Translation.
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Favorite Music:
Flaming Lips, The New Pornographers, OMD, Nick Drake, The Clash, Grandaddy, Johnny Cash, Kid Loco, Destroyer, Galaxie 500, Le Tigre, The New Year, Aisler Set, Beechwood Sparks, Fugu, The Cure, Ride, My Bloody Valentine, Teenage Fanclub...oh so much more
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Favorite TV Shows:
WEST WING, 6 Feet Under, Egg, Monarch of the Glen, Red Sox games on NESN, eXtra Innings, Felicity, Charmed, Cold Feet
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Zodiac Sign:
Leo
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About Me:
I am charming and I laugh a lot...that's what everone and
their mother says. My friends
are what keep me going. I am inspired by
silly things. I have a seriously positive attitude but I
try very hard not to shove it down anyone else's throat
lest I be called Pollyanna. I enjoy the grit of life...you
know run down cool buildings and chipping paint. I like
silos because I think they are pretty.
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Who I Want to Meet:
I don't know. People who aren't crummy? yeah, that sounds
good.
No crumb-factor for me.
Tim Robbins
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Testimonials and Comments for Polly
the planet. she makes great nachos and she
play's killin' freejazz drums. step back. 500 feet
back. way back, way back. she's outta here. all
things considered, not bad. seriously though,
she's sitting right next to me at the moment so
you know this has to be nice. if she wasn't next to
me i might say something different. but, i might
not. i am not a "poopy head". you are.more later...
hostess, nothing better in the world
than driving with you, singing songs,
and talking about the world. Love you,
you wonderful beautiful human being!
top the radio tower. and she does this
adorable
thing where she squints, crinkles her
cute little nose,
leans backwards ten degrees and
giggles-all at the same time-usually
when she's mildly suprised by
something. she is sharp, graceful and
all LOVE. i mean, i love her like
crazy. don't you? polly is love and
love must love. furthermore she is
unquestionably the best travelling
companion ever. and bandmate. and
friend, of coarse. man, i'd be a mess
if i didn't have polly. i'd probably
still be hiding under a pile of coats
like i was when she found me.
honest, open, loyal, sweet girl with a
true heart. Even when she's having a
bad day... she'll listen to your
problems, and comfort you. Ask anyone
who knows her...she's the real deal yo!
She also has mad rock knowledge and
skills... and an unabashed passion
for "Sister Christian".
out of the gutter there jerko).
Sweeter than Peach Cobbler a'la
Mode...with sugar on top. Cooler than
the other side of the pillow at that
hotel thats made entirely out of ice
AND got mad Indie-rock skills. Two
thumbs WAAY up!
best things you can do for yourself. I
dare you to try and find in your
existing group of friends a more
steadfast and good-natured
combination of candor, style,
empathy, good taste, ardor, and plain
old-fashioned fun. She is one of a
select handful of people I would trust
to accompany me on a dangerous
mission behind enemy lines. Ms.
Hanson's mirth is so powerfully
contagious that she will get that
stuffy, anti-choice CFO at your job on
the dancefloor in three songs or
less. And she'll turn everyday events
like driving around the block into
giggle-inflected adventures. In fact, I
don't even feel qualified to be writing
this. Instead, YOU should be writing
to me and asking for a referral to get
on Polly's list. Take a number.
Polly's "abilities" was after the
McFarline case. We were back at
headquarters congratulating one another
on what was probably our biggest bust
yet. We were once again back in good
graces with the Chief, who had put us
on double probation after we had
inadvertently set fire to a warehouse
while trying to trap "Serrated" Sam
Slone in the big bootleg bra bust
of 27. Anyway, things seemed all good
and normal when suddenly we got a call
on the Emergaphone. It was our nemesis
Dr. Poison. "Well well, I hope I'm not
disturbing you" cackled the malevolent
sociopath. "It's just, I wanted to say
goodbye.." "Goodbye?" I said. "Where
are you going?" "It's not me thats
leaving," shrieked the static-y image
staring at us. "It's YOU. I've placed
three tons of extra explosive uranium
tipped dynamite in your office, and I'm
going to blow you pesky crimefighters
up!" The image in the Emergophone was
hazy, so until this point I hadn't
noticed that Dr. Poison had some sort
of remote detonator in his
hand. "NOOOO!" I screamed, diving
behind one of our larger crime fighting
consoles. Dr. Poison started reach for
the button, and I was certain our doom
was sealed. At that moment, Polly
sprang into action. Quick as a bullet
she reached down and began to peel back
the reinforced steel floor like it was
nothing more than a banana peel. I was
dumbfounded. That is impossible! No
one can then I saw what she was
looking for. Hidden underneath the
floor was the extra-explosive uranium
tipped dynamite. Again, faster than I
could possibly comprehend, Polly had
lifted all three tons of the foul
weapon, and threw it up into earths
outer atmosphere. (I cant really
remember how she got it out the window,
but Im sure that was impressive
too.) The next moment Dr. Poison had
activated the detonator and we saw a
blueishwhite explosion in the distant
sky above us. Dr. Poison took his
fingers out from his ears, and gazed
upon us with incredulity. Curses!
You two may have cheated death once
again, but mark my word, I will get
you! Then in a burst of white noise
and static, Dr. Poison was gone. There
was silence for a moment as I turned to
Polly. Dont ask she said. So I
didnt.
awesomest. She never hits me on the
head and actually makes me smile when
she tealls me to stop being difficult.
If it wasn't for the Red Sox thing I
would vote her best road-trip-sing-
along-to-INXS-buddy ever. When do we
karaoke again?