She can turn a stove on with her smile... as long as the knobs have something to bite down on. lighters can never escape her fury. I miss the days of yore when we used to philosophise to Dylan drunk in her room. Remember that band we were in? Yeah. That was cool. Remember that other band we were in? Wow. we were in a lot of bands. Why don't you still live down the hall from me? My heart aches for you in a Freudian and yet existential capacity. Satre would never have written Nausea if he had met you. He would have instead written some leonard cohen songs, but they would have been way ahead of their time, and once Leonard was born, he would have been really pissed that he could only write songs that Sartre already wrote, and he'd begin to spiral down into a cesspool of self-doubt and psychosis, so I guess it's all better this way. I'm just glad I met you.
Johanna negotiates the intersection of
art and theory as well as anyone I've
met, plus she's great to gossip with
over coffee. All in all, I give her
three thumbs up!
When I think of Johanna I always think
of that song "Joanna." It just pops
into my head and I can't help thinking
that their pronouncing her name wrong.
It really pisses me off because Johanna
is so awesome and they should know how
to say her name.
I gotta tell ya, Johanna and I once
decided to spend all of St Patrick's
Day 2001 drunk. It started innocently
enough, with screwdrivers before
breakfast, but by the time we had
gotten to the grape instant kool aid
and vodka, we were waist deep in snow
outside a mental institution, we had
no idea how we got there, and what's
more, neither one of us could feel
anything below our waist. After we
fell down and couldn't get back up, I
started to rethink this whole escapade
and, in fact, my whole friendship with
Johanna. My conclusion was this: while
Johanna's friendship is priceless,
always new and always exciting, under
no circumstances should one drink in
her presence for more than 6
consecutive hours.
art and theory as well as anyone I've
met, plus she's great to gossip with
over coffee. All in all, I give her
three thumbs up!
1643 but her searing dry wit ignited
the entire crowd once the blaze was
going. So much for reincarna-who?
of that song "Joanna." It just pops
into my head and I can't help thinking
that their pronouncing her name wrong.
It really pisses me off because Johanna
is so awesome and they should know how
to say her name.
decided to spend all of St Patrick's
Day 2001 drunk. It started innocently
enough, with screwdrivers before
breakfast, but by the time we had
gotten to the grape instant kool aid
and vodka, we were waist deep in snow
outside a mental institution, we had
no idea how we got there, and what's
more, neither one of us could feel
anything below our waist. After we
fell down and couldn't get back up, I
started to rethink this whole escapade
and, in fact, my whole friendship with
Johanna. My conclusion was this: while
Johanna's friendship is priceless,
always new and always exciting, under
no circumstances should one drink in
her presence for more than 6
consecutive hours.