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"Hey, we're all over at Myspace these days, duh: myspace.com/noahstone
I was born with the moon in 2003 UB313. I'm a..."
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Schools (Other):
CEE, Oakwood, UCB, Online Traffic
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College/University:
University of California - Berkeley, Attended 1990 - 1994, Class of , Other
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Occupation:
Singer/songwriter
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Affiliations:
ACLU, AARP, AAMCO
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Hobbies and Interests:
Cooking, eating, oneirocriticism, Tivo, Hapkido, road biking (thanks to David), Mulholland, Photography, fart jokes
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Favorite Books:
The Gulf, All John Irving, Ian McEwen, Blindness, The Collected Stories of August Castille, currently reading: The Lupine Ameoba, Carl Youlks
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Favorite Movies:
Whale Rider, Flirting With Disaster, Bad Santa, Seven Samurai, The Passion of The Christ (just fun to watch that Jesus guy suffer), When Harry Met Sally, Casablanca, Billy Madison, Office Space, Fahrenheit 9/11
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Favorite Music:
Metric, Black Shabbat, Liz Phair (when she knew she couldn't sing), Lizard Music, Deadman, Nerina Pallot, Killola, Rogue Wave, John Vanderslice
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Favorite TV Shows:
Frontline, The Wire, Band of Brothers, Mr. Show, Sigmund the Sea Monster (Due for a Hollywood remake, eh?), TV Funhouse, Law & Order (if it ever returns to television), SC:IT, Deadwood, reality must die! (unless it is the reality of Project Runway!), Over There, Stella
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About Me:
Hey, we're all over at Myspace these days, duh: myspace.com/noahstone
I was born with the moon in 2003 UB313. I'm a singer/songwriter and photographer. I have trouble staying up late. I believe you can gage how rich your life is by how happy your dog seems, and oh how happy the Budman is. I'm always up to something. If I'm in a constant vegetative state, I want the plug pulled, so let's get that straight. If, however, I am conscious but can not communicate, I am saying, "Heroin!" In fact, it might be a good idea to add Nitrous to the heroin.
All right, you want to know more?
noahstone.com
AIM:noahstone
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Who I Want to Meet:
The love child of Carl Sagan and Audrey Tautou. My dog's parents - how I wish I could know what they were for sure. (update! DNA testing soon available!) My doppelganger... not! Fellow sports haters. "Go [away], team!"
))<>((... Forever...
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Testimonials and Comments for Noah
perfection!
you are truly talented...
when do i get my buddy-grizzly-blobface print godammit?!??!!! (xxxooxx)
Been far too long...xox, Lisa
Angeles city limits, though he is known to travel at
times. He owns many domesticated animals or pets,
none considered illegal or harmful. His many
parking citations helped pay for my recent seismic
retrofit. Thanks for that.
him move, but I wish I'd come up with an excuse in
time. Noah saw right through my 'I need to tape
Small Wonder for a friend' lie and ordered me over
to his place, pronto. He wanted to live in a larger
place, one where the birds weren't caged and the
dogs could run and run, drooling and barking as
dogs will. A farm was the only sensible solution, so
Noah bought a coffee plantation instead. I was to
carry his chinese rugs to the new place, but I had
trouble carrying everything on my bicycle. It was a
wonder I ever got up to Sonoma alive. The
grapevine was a bitch. So I show up three days later
and he's in the kitchen tapping his foot and one of
the rugs has a little mud on it and he just FLIPS,
man. He smacks me in the forehead with a sweet
pickle (very accurate pickle thrower) and
commands one of the dogs to hump my leg and I'm
simply BEWILDERED, because how do you teach a
dog to just fuck on command like that? So then he
has me coil up about 6 miles of fiber optic cable
that was on his property, sell it on ebay and then
start planting the coffee bushes (trees?) This was
about three years ago and, well, you know the rest
of it. Noah's Roast Coffee is lauded by celebrities
and downtrodden alike and has earned him fame,
success, and a potential Nobel Prize. It's so damn
hearty, his coffee. Letterman was asking him how
he does it; what's that domestic-yet-exotic taste,
that familiar overtone that makes his coffee better
than the rest? I'll tell you the secret right now. It's
the dog drool. You'd never suspect that one dog
can drool over an entire crop of coffee, but that's
how he raises 'em. I don't get up to Noah's coffee
plantation much anymore, but I understand that
he's training an army of monkeys to make yogurt.
Watch out, Mr Dannon, Noah's gonna find a way to
make you hurt.
that dog?
night. noah was depositing a check
at the ATM where I like to lurk. he
heard my rustling. "I'll kick your ass
with my hapkido," he yelled, and I
believed him. I extended my hand in
friendship and he took me to a laker
game. to this day I don't recall the
score.
We'll hook up at Andrew Sacharov Square,
scarf on some grub at the Good Earth or
Studio Yogurt - or maybe a little Matsuda-
you know how we do in S. City - where raw
fish flows like wine and japanese exchange
students wander aimlessly.