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on the train, after the party.
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"My favorite kind of Ice Cream is Vanilla. I like weird
noises and puking on my favorite shirt. I'm an asshole,
but I'm..."
More about Alex
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Schools (Other):
Wayneflete, Maine College of Art, California College of Arts and Crafts
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College/University:
California College of the Arts, Attended - , Class of , Other
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Occupation:
Clamp Monkey - Small Plate Slinger
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Affiliations:
RNFNB, Blood!
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Hobbies and Interests:
function, interaction, modulation, furniture, my skateboard, big hills, scars, torrid love affairs, smiling at people I loathe, helping interior design girls, woodworking slang
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Favorite Books:
Ironweed, Einsteins Dreams, Strunk and White, Reefer Madness, A Unit of Water a Unit of Time
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Favorite Movies:
Endless Summer, Hal Hartley movies, Dog Town and Z Boys, Bowling for Columbine, Cool Hand Luke, The Great Escape, Papillon, Rebecca, Down By Law, Movies By Ned Jeff Pete and Angus, Movies that involve ice cream trucks and/or Steve Buscemi.
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Favorite Music:
cLOUDDEAD, Lali Puna, The Postal Service, Tigershushi Records, Arthur Russell, Velvet Underground, Brian Eno, Pavement, Matthew Herbert, Yo La Tengo, Tony Senghore, American Analog Set, The Mountain Goats, Soft Pink Truth, Metro Area, music for the summer, music in the streets, and most of all -music I've never heard.
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Favorite TV Shows:
Tv destroys lives.
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Zodiac Sign:
Libra
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About Me:
My favorite kind of Ice Cream is Vanilla. I like weird
noises and puking on my favorite shirt. I'm an asshole,
but I'm consistantly an asshole, so my friends put up with
it. I have a hard time following rules but my impeccable
manners can usually save me. I am persistant and well
meaning, obnoxious at times.
I LOVE FRENCH PEOPLE!
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Who I Want to Meet:
Someone looking to apprentice as a clamp monkey, someone to tailor my tuxedo, a decent crack dealer, Cello/Violin/Viola players. The Bart operator for the Pittsburg/Baypoint train from
24th and Mission at 11:22am on fridays, Matthew Herbert,
Matthew Mckee's parents, people that want to eat
Thanksgiving with me next year.
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and we are still friends to this day. ask
alex to cook for you... his asss can
cook neds testimonial was worthy of
the heart warming friendster moment of
the week.
she's a real traffic jammer a strong
sexy hammer with a body to wreck yo
mind!
I met Alex @ age 21 his apartment on
brackett st. where he lived he had
labeled entirely with a Brother P-Touch
label machine. Wall, door lightbulb. wall,
door, refrigerator, technics 1200, art junk
two words
art fag
four words
thanks for the good times
RThOlL
music. Perhaps when I get to SF we can
wookie-wookie together. His sampler is
much nicer than mine. But first a
story: Once when me and Alex were wee
lads (17?) we spent the evening
wandering around under somewhat
questionable circumstances. Come sun up
we found our way to a park and retired
on the baseball diamond. I'm not sure
how long we slept, but when we awoke we
were surrounded by a bunch of boys in
full baseball uniforms. Some
kid: "Ummm, do you think you guys could
move. We're gonna play a game." Me and
Alex: "Ummmm. sure. ummmmm. sorry."
friend for life.
you folding onto the street or
somethin'.
pretty in pink, and i must relate that once
while i was waiting for class he rolled in just
standing on his skateboard with his hair all
pouffy and his ray-bans on, through a
doorway hung with clear tape and i thought i
was in a john hughes dream sequence...
...i have yet to recover
group study? i love this boy . . . oh!
and he has good taste in beer.
his shirt don't make fun of him, he
can't help it.
spill off his board and I told him to
go home and wash it w/ soap &water.
Then I ran into him and he started
singin' "this is ladies night.." and
Scott chimed in to state that there was
an equal guy to girl ratio present.
Alex is a cutie.
town...in the ice cream truck, on the
skateboard, at the party, at the record
store, in the park, on the sidewalk,
with the headphones, and of
course....getting me hammered, then
marrying me to a girl and listening to
psychadelic furs repeatedly on vinyl
while I vomited in the fancy
bathroom....word up...