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"I have this inability to get rid of my old cds... I know
that you're supposed to sell them and replace them with
newer,..."
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More About Aviva
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Schools (Other):
Brighton High School, Oberlin College, Columbia University--Mailman School of Public Health
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Occupation:
Health Education and Community Outreach
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Hobbies and Interests:
Reviving My So Called Life, exploring Central Park, reading random science factoids, writing, sunshine (do you remember what that is?), jumping in piles of leaves, making snow angels, doodling, collecting stamps on my passport, having intellectual discussions into the wee hours of the night...
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Favorite Books:
The Missing Piece by Shel Silverstein, Goodnight Moon, Catcher In The Rye (yes, I admit it..), The Color of Water, Naked, Interpreter of Maladies, Middlesex....
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Favorite Movies:
Don't Even Get Me Started...though, I just saw Supersize Me and I think it will keep my head spinning for a while...
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Favorite Music:
Ben Harper, U2, REM, Coldplay, Rufus Wainright, Elliot Smith, The Shins, Ryan Adams, Radiohead, Portishead, The Postal Service, Ida, Ben Folds, The Frames, Miles Davis, Keith Jarrett....too many to list
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Favorite TV Shows:
Behind The Music, hello? (Oh, and of course any show on the WB that involves cheezy teenage angst and, yes, Six Feet Under)
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Zodiac Sign:
Taurus
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About Me:
I have this inability to get rid of my old cds... I know
that you're supposed to sell them and replace them with
newer, more "hip" discs...but I can't seem to part with
mine...My collection just seems to keep growing... does
that say something about me? Perhaps. Perhaps it is a
metaphor for something larger...or maybe it just
means that I still have the urge to listen to Ace of Base
every now and then...hmmm. deep.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Rockstars. Dreamers. Bookworms. Science Nerds. Music
Lovers. Intellects. Finger Painters. Scrabble Players. Cat
People. Dog People. People who laugh. Listeners. Talkers.
Eeyore. Snuffy....
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Testimonials and Comments for Aviva
She has a love of all things peanut butter.
She has a memory like one of those huge, industrial strength sponges.
The kind they use to clean up school cafeterias.
Never be ashamed of who you are; embrace Ace of Base.
i will always be your Rusty,
and we will always talk about
how we used to eat too much,
too late in college. i don't think
i ever thanked you adequately for
hooking me up with the bomb
living situation with you and the
other arian southerners... i loved
it. and that whole tryst with the
man of color across the street
helped, too.
lovin ya from the west coast!
traded places. It took us 48 hours to
realize it. Mine came back to me a bit
more wise. I would trust her with my
soul any old time. This woman is
golden-- a friend to be cherished whose
contagious laugh is one of those little
things in life that makes it all feel okay.
it all started back in '96,
did you really know i was gay before
complimenting me on my all-american
good looks?
you are so great-
i loved it when you were stringing
along the british man in the pub in
paris - and that you were very shortly
thereafter the token (closeted) jew at
the wedding of my french countryside
friends.
bluntly, i love you. you are a clever
NY jew who slummed with blonde
southerners all through college and
now all i have left to cherish are our
yearly chance encounters over vin
rouge and the memories...
when did you say you are you moving to
california?
in 'Nam, me and the Veevster were
coming up on this little village...Wait
a minute, that wasn't Aviva...Don't let
the smartness fool you--Veevs is wicked
funny, wicked fun, and wicked cool. And
for all of you who don't know, two
words: hair metal. Think about it.
waking hours with Aviva for the past 4
months, I know this much is true....
One can survive on Subway and Tasti-D-
Lite alone. Be nice in high school
because you never know when it's gonna
come back to kick you in the ass.
Breathe. Smile. Tough Love. Paul.
see...she be funny, bright as a
star,brilliant, knows how to dance in
the kitchen to JULUKA, poetic, sassy,
good times, and adorable. Now, she IS
my sister...BUT, I am able to be
objective because I'm older and I KNOW
that AVIVA (palindrome) is "where it's
at" as they say...I love her. I trust
her. I admire her....and you will too.
began many moons ago in a 10am
english lit class. our professor, the
famed tracy scott mcmillan, was
crazy enough to let us be peer
editors...which basically meant we
got to spend countless hours
together drinking coffee, eating mish
mosh bagels and gossiping about
the latest co-op parties. during some
of that time, we also managed to
read each others brilliant essays on
thoreauvian nature, scarlet
semaphores and whales as texts.
those were good times. then,
somewhere along the way, we
moved from the cornfields of ohio to
the urban strata that is nyc, tho i don't
remember when and how that all
happened.
these days shma is good for just
about anything, whether it be a
romantic walk thru a snow storm at
2am, an intense conversation about
postmodernism in a deconstructed
society, or supervising me vomit on
myself in the middle of the night in
my sleep. she is as dependable as
taurus girls come. oh...and she's
beautiful too. shma...you ARE my
BFF.
history class? Please. Don't even
front. Aviva and I have a history too
jam-packed for a busted text book. We
have dancing, flirtation, road trips,
dirty jeans (and/or chanuka gifts),
late-night international phone calls,
screaming, laughing, lots of brunching
and, well, let's just say we've had our
fill of drama. But I just can't seem to
tear myself away from this gorgeous
creature of vegetarianism and jazz. You
want to know why? Better start
studying...