Jeremie

Columbia College

Occupied...

The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads

xenophilia, entrainment, erotica, romance, boys who are sweeter than they are gorgeous, every little thing that Al Gore says or does, wolfberry shots, tea, some A, Zara, being superficial about superficial things, Arctic Cloudberry w/vitamin C, my hair, the Realm of the Forms, Impressionist takes on Japanese Art, Praxiteles, the Cyclades, changes of scenery, gaining GOOD weight, lifting, swimming, pilates, groceries, gold kiwis, steak, quinoa, Kalamata olives, bike rides with Ma, lunch dates with Dad, Filet-O-Fish in Europe

anything by Yukio Mishima, anything about Cesare Borgia, A Moveable Feast and its harbinger The Snows of Kilimanjaro, ancient Mesoamerican wisdom like The Four Agreements, classic Scifi that now seems quaint a la Stranger in a Strange Land, self-fulfilling prophecies like The Horse and His Boy

40-year-old Virgin, Airplane, Amelie, Clue, First Contact, Ninja Scroll, Pane y Tulippani

Air, Alcazar, Beatles, Brazilian Girls, Duran x2, Emma, Erasure, Fischerspooner, Flock of Seagulls, Franz Ferdinand, Nelly Furtado, Goldfrapp, G&R, Annie Lennox, Kylie, Madge, Phoenix, Royksopp, Scissor Sisters, U2

Three's Co., South Park, Rome, Drawn Together, Price is Right, Daily Show, AbFab, The Simpsons, Tribal Life, American Dad

Aquarius

You know... I used to be really good at these, but then I came to understand how difficult it is to accurately pigeon-hole oneself. Life truly amazes me, and I try to see beyond mere coincidence to appreciate its nuances. I try to respect the laws of cause and effect. I have a hard time adjusting when people's actions don't match their words.

I can go from high- to low-brow in three seconds flat. I believe in making lemonade when life gives you lemons. I'm very much the product of my parents, a Frenchwoman and a hippie-turned-yuppie-turned-New-Age-type, hence the odd spelling of my name. I find the need to get out of the US every year or two or I start to go crazy. My family is the most important thing to me.

Nature calms me, especially wherever it reasserts itself upon human construction (think: the weeds that grow on those redundant el tracks by the Wilson stop or grass breaking through asphalt... my "plastic bag caught in an updraft," if you will). I go back and forth on whether or not turning 30 scares me. I find myself more and more disillusioned with Boystown as I get older, and the irony of the fact that I recently relocated there hasn't been wasted on me.

Recent obsessions include: vegan bodybuilding (just flirting with the idea at this point), organic red wine (with no added sulfites), running sans treadmills, growing a disciplined mullet, Mesoamerica and skinny jeans.

Anyway, if you've gotten this far, I commend you. Have a good one.

Even more difficult than asking me to describe myself is asking me to describe my "type." I guess bare minimum would be fit and worldly. Honest and direct. An Old World sense of romance with a New World sense of can-do. Beyond that, if you don't think for yourself, we won't get along. If you talk about others to inflate yourself, we won't get along either.