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"Eric's testimonial to me says I can eat a whole watermelon, but I think he has me confused with my cat.
I have no sense..."
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More About Hyson
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Schools (Other):
Brandeis Univ (BA), Univ of N. Carolina at Wilmington (MFA), Univ of Alabama (PhD)
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College/University:
Brandeis University, Attended 1993 - 1997, Class of 1997, Bachelor's Degree, Creative Writing/Literature
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Occupation:
Victorianist/ adjunct
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Hobbies and Interests:
reading, cats, being overdressed, criticizing the New York City subway, immersing my brain in 19th-century Britain
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Favorite Books:
practically anything Victorian. Also The Deptford Trilogy, All the King's Men, the Bloom County books, The Catcher in the Rye, Clarissa, Auntie Mame, Lucky Jim, LOTR, Nobody's Fool, Cold Comfort Farm. And anything by Paul Russell, Richard Adams, Frank O'Hara, Barbara Pym, Edward Gorey, Elizabeth McCracken, Peter S. Beagle, Bret Easton Ellis, Alexander Dumas.
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Favorite Movies:
Harold and Maude, Rubin and Ed, His Girl Friday, Roman Holiday, Waiting for Guffman, Stop Making Sense, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, Sullivan's Travels, Ball of Fire, Strictly Ballroom, Kicking and Screaming, to name a few. And how come I'm the only person who hated Donnie Darko?
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Favorite Music:
Talking Heads, Elvis Costello, Tom Waits, Oldies radio stations ("hats off to Laaa-aar-ry. . .")
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About Me:
Eric's testimonial to me says I can eat a whole watermelon, but I think he has me confused with my cat.
I have no sense of direction and I'm lost 24 hours a day. I cook like a bachelor and I clean like a housewife.
I'm not very outgoing. I'm told I'm pretentious but hey, some of us don't think that's a bad thing. And although I'm an academic, I'm neither dusty nor stuffy. I'm also much nicer than I look. I seldom smile in pictures, but I do in real life.
All of the pictures of me on this profile are at least five years old, because I don't have any recent ones.
Oh, and by the way -- I'm Batman.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Don't know, really. Surprise me.
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Testimonials and Comments for Hyson
what I remember about Sarah. She could
make even the oddest of gestures look
graceful and even on the rare occasions
when she was akward, she would charm
you so thoroughly you would want to
snatch her up, put her in your pocket and
keep her all to yourself for the rest of your
life. I am still not convinced that she does
not posses some kind of adorable
supernatural power of some sort. Like
being able to leave her reflection in
mirrors or on surfaces so it can listen to
other people's conversations and make
funny noises at all the right parts. She
was honest about all the things most
people lie about. Her personality was
colossal. If she had been any more
interesting I would have forgotten to eat.
She played and laughed more than
anyone I have ever met and she could
give you the kind of contentness that
normaly only cats can
acchieve. She amazed me daily & I
cannot remember a single moment of
boredom in her presence.
extremely cool person who knows a
great many things, and she was totally
ahead of her time with that whole 'hating
Donnie Darko' thing.
lovely young lady, one must know this:
While some may call her "Sarah", and
others "Hyson", only I know her by her
true name, one I bestowed upon her
many years ago, one that only I call her,
and one that I will not betray to general
public now.
Sarah's memory is not to be trifled with.
Her mind operates with a frightful clarity,
possibly because she doesn't spend
nearly as much time as the rest of us
consuming pop culture. She can thus
retain important information while we
must satisfy ourselves with internalizing
Puff Daddy lyrics instead of Victorian
couplets. However, she does have some
pop weaknesses. For example, try
yelling in her presence, "Yeah, my
brother's gay, so I know!", and watch her
guffaw. In any case, you can always
bring her up to speed to have her aid you
in the dissection of the latest one-hit
wonder. In this way, she has always
generously tolerated my own literary
excesses.
boarding school together in Chicago, during
which time she provided daily comic relief
and almost single handedly ensured my
sanity. Sharing dorm life together as
teenagers, it would have been easy to
squabble over all sorts of things, but Sarah
and I never, even once, had a cross word.
We were too busy cracking each other up.
Once in Paris, we almost got locked into Pere
Lachaise cemetery overnight. A nice
groundskeeper finally opened a gate for us,
but I don't recall being particularly worried.
The sun had set, the graves were plenty
creepy, but we knew we could stay up all
night talking and laughing there just as easily
as we could anywhere else.
Pretentious? What crap! Whoever said that
was jealous of her intelligence and beauty
and was just trying to bust her groove. Don't
believe it!
perhaps even a little bit more. It
speaks volumes about her that my
friends still ask me where she is and
why I'm not better at paying attention.
I believe she goes by Hyson now, but
no matter what she calls herself, the
lady is fantastic. She's smart, she's
funny, she's even better looking in
person, she's willing to put up with
some entertaining idiocy, she'll even
participate if it gets really entertaining or
really idiotic.
She's a rare treat, and if you know her,
you're quite lucky and if you don't then
go away. There's only so much to go
around, and those of us in the know
don't want to share.
She is my sister.
When she arrives at a new place, the first thing
she does is walk in a square.