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Occupation:
Student
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Favorite Books:
Infinite Jest, Heart of Darkness, Neuromancer, Macbeth, Prufrock, Cryptonomicon, The Moor's Last Sigh, A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again, Burning Chrome, Catch 22
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Favorite Movies:
La Regle du Jeu, Il Conformista, The Wild Bunch, Barry Lyndon, The Third Man, Strangers on a Train
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Favorite Music:
joy Division, Magnetic Fields, Pink Floyd, Velvet Underground, Led Zeppelin, Electric Six
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Favorite TV Shows:
Pass.
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fabulous besides. rachel also says 'says hi.'
basically, what i'm getting at here, is that
everyone likes lummis. because that's just
the way it is.
(though I'm sure he had you fooled), but he's
still quite cute. When I first saw him I thought
he might've been some sort of shelled
reptile, but then I realized that no turtle,
whether loggerhead or hawksbill or
galapagos or box, would go after a lemon
pie like this one. Or a donut, honeybun, or
any such convenient store pastry. But
anyway, I'm glad he's not a turtle. For many
reasons.
where to find him. I know he's not a
fan of 'bots, but he'll turn around as
soon as I get him the shark costume.
dark days of freshmen year, Marc was my
much-needed source of hugs and
friendship. Who else but Marc would
keep visiting a crazy girl who literally
hid in her bed for a whole quarter, to
give her hugs, to make her laugh, and to
keep her from melting away to
nothingness? That crazy girl has
nothing but love for the beauty that is
Marc. :o)
non-creepy way! Well, mostly...he is
amazing in every capacity! Especially
because he helps me navigate, and he
has longish hair. He also makes me
want to curtsey when I see him on the
street. There was something else
amazing that I was going to say about
Marc but I forgot what it was...so,
he's amazing! Oh, I remembered! He
fixed my computer!
Jersey. Then I was hideously scarred
in a failed science experiment that
was my own fault, but I blame him
for. I have since become telekinetic,
and Marc can fly and shoot lasers out
of his eyes. We are now archenemies.
We still play video games and talk
about movies and RPGs together when we
are in Jersey, though. Marc is a good
dude. I am excited for him to live in
New York next year, we can do battle
in Midtown all the time and all the
yuppies will die because of all the
cars I will blow up.
has mixed lemonade powder, wine, and
hard liquor with any degree of intent to
drink it. Much as he hates me
commenting on it, I often think to
myself that his drinking habits are a
window into his soul: here is a man who
can take anything at any time, only
occasionally taking a moment to raise an
eyebrow and wryly observe that it tastes
like vomit and is actively eating away
his eustachian tubes. Lummis is the
sort of person who knows what he means
when he uses the term "eustachian
tubes," and it's that responsibility and
committment to language (and the art of
love hugs) that shall one day allow him
to rule us all with an iron fist.
Now give him some candy.
and from that I feel I can liken the
experience to spending a month in the
Pacific with MacArthur, circa 1945. This
man's wit will give you a paper cut
that's last longer than a read of The
Infinite Jest, and leave your head
spinning just as much. With no one else
am I able to discuss the hypothetical
scenarios of what would be if canonized
filmmakers were trapped in a room with
one another, one weapon shy of one for
every man. Marc can roll with the
punches and keep up in the race. He's
also got a do-it-yourself nature when it
comes to liqueur that is truly
one-of-a-kind and yields impressive results.
You'll come for the vanilla schnaaps and
stay for the Marc.
for he is the smartest man I know who
lives there. He can also kick your ass
with his incredible pomo moves and leave
you wanting more. I watched Aguirre:
The Wrath of God with this man. That is
a bond that cannot be broken. Basically
he's one of the people that the
government should put on a rocket to
mars to help restart the human race if
something terrible happens like nuclear
war or Klaus Kinski rising from the dead
and subjugating the peoples of the
earth.
enough friend to help you drive a
station wagon full of shit from the NJ
suburbs of Philly to Manhattan and help
you unload it, then ride back with your
insane mother. He's also the kind of
guy who's gullible enough to do it the
subsequent year. He is not, however, so
utterly masochistic that he'll ride back
with your mom a second time.
Good call, Marc.