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Occupation:
student of philosophy but not only...
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Hobbies and Interests:
Scrabble, Edith Massey
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Favorite Books:
autobiography of red, stones from the river, memoirs (any)
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Favorite Movies:
the cook, the thief, his wife, and her lover. sense and sensibility. whose afraid of virginia woolf? troop beverly hills.
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Favorite Music:
os mutantes, antony and the johnsons, april march
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Zodiac Sign:
Capricorn
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Who I Want to Meet:
do you listen to NPR? if so, we could be best friends, stay up late, talk about leonard lopate or the musicians on sound check.
people who have a difficult relationship with academia.
feminists and anti-racists.
dancers. teachers. writers. Ab Fab Aficianados.
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down for you... This is why: Miriam
knows and understands that DC *is* way
sexier than champagne. And for that
matter, a far better choice to have
poured on you while you're in a shiny
bikini of sorts, grinding up on some
people in a hot tub, with some hot
50cent track playing. Thus, DC *is* way
sexier than champagne. I'm sure you
disagree, but then again, only Miriam
and I could ever understand...
pay phone because he was talking to a
Russian phone sex operator. Miriam was
pissed because, in the whole of Adams
Morgan, I believe there is only one pay
phone. Miriam needed to call me so she
could find out where we were, and Guy-
Calling-Russian-Phone-Sex-Operator
wouldn't get off the phone. He just
kept talking about Kiev or something.
So, Miriam did what any logical person
would have done. She slugged him.
Hard. Then she called me. We met at
Asylum and danced to "Steal My
Sunshine" for hours... if you steal my
sunshine...
describe Miriam's fabulous contribution
to this world: TOOT SWEET.
apartment building in the entire
universe. You can never take that away
from us.
the best. She is also my friendster, but we
don't like to mix business with pleasure. I will
say that she is a bit of a play'a hate'a. but you
playa's out there don't hold it against her I
don't. our favorite activities revolve around
watching what the uneducated call "bad film"
such as cross roads, honey, and our personal
fav. (a film that has surely made large
advances in the vaginal liberation movement
for all dikes and straights alike) GILI (rhymes
with really) thats right kids!!!!!! honestly I am
left dumb founded as to what kind of people
are giving out awards, this one should have
mopped the floor. We also enjoy dutch ovens,
and dried figs. all in all Miriam (and myself)
are like Mullets. Yes, serious business in front
and Party in back. Very versatile. you should
see her in a suite. Another strange fact about
Miriam is that she has condemned herself to
an eternity of hell in the scholastic system/
machine. GET OUT !!!!!!! while there is still
time.
MOOOHAAAAAHHHAAAAHHHAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and by the way shweety I only get my uber
cool and collectable tee-shirts dry cleaned,
they will be worth a fortune someday. I hope
and then I will have all the money I spent on
getting them dry cleaned back and then some.
so there
kiss kiss
Brooklyn, we went to Central Park to
play. I was set on getting my face
painted because I like doing fun stuff
like that. Miriam declined to have her
face painted (i think she thought she
was above such pedestrian forms of
fun. She may very well be... But
anyway...) The face-painter created a
beautiful orange/red/yellow design
around my eye and onto my cheek,
complete with glitter and details.
About 13 minutes later, the sun was
high in the sky and beating down on the
flesh that is New York City. I was
hot. I wiped the sweat from my brow,
subsequently smearing the glorious
design that had once graced my face. I
tried with all my might to wipe it
off. I only ended up streaking my face
orange/red/yellow. Finally, I asked a
hot dog vendor to let me have some
napkins. He allotted me only 3. I
ended up looking much like I had used
copious amounts of a very poor self
tanning lotion on my face and forgotton
to rub it in. Miriam laughed and
laughed and laughed and relished the
fact that she had neglected to paint
her face. It was at that point in time
that I realized, "Wow! Miriam sure is
right a lot!"
much fun secretly making up dances to
J.Lo and Britney Spears. Miriam has so
much rythm. I also miss playing SS/Jew,
Israel/Palestine, DC Sniper/innocent
victim, and all those other "i'm going
to find you and kill you" games.
Hopefully one day I'll be Miriam's
roomate again and we'll be able to dance
and pretend to kill each other again,
just like the good old days.
Hunzer Cat Asylum Song. Of all the
songs written about me, The Asylum
Hunzer Cat song is my second favorite.
My first favorite is "Bein' a Fat, Non-
Rat, Hunzer Cat, Like 'Dat."
Hunzahhhhhh.
in fact. Miriam sleeps like she is
flying, like a superhero. Miriam is
actually from Texas (Miami schmiami)
and plans on moving back to Texas in a
few short days with me. Miriam is also
the star of her very own show (which I
produce) called Pop-Up Miriam.
Additionally, we co-starred in the Case
of the Disgruntled Disco Diva
together... for those of you who are
down with Judge Marilyn Milian, you
know what I mean... Miriam loves the
song "Steal My Sunshine" by Len (it is
her most favorite song) and really
likes to dance to it at scary biker
bars with dead babies on the wall.
Once, when I transmogrified into my
alter ego, Bubba, we ate a very wierd
breakfast at Your Place. Yes... Your
Place in Raliegh, North Carolina.
Finally, in closing, if you ever want
to buy Miriam a gift, you ought to get
her those little mesh slippers with
sequin flowers on them that you can buy
in Chinatown for $5. She loves those a
whole lot. I lovelovelove you.