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More About Isabel
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Occupation:
Rumplestiltzskin
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Hobbies and Interests:
etymology. Julie Delpy and other hot french women. creme fraiche. dark dark chocolate. pastrymaking. hypochondria. poetry. self-editing.
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Favorite Books:
Anne Carson Anne Carson Anne Carson Anne Carson Anne Carson Anne Carson
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Favorite Movies:
La Vie Revee Des Anges, The Double Life of Veronique, And God Created Woman
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Favorite Music:
motown, the ronettes, d'angelo, nas, mobb deep, mos def, common, nina simone, old frenchy chansons
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Favorite TV Shows:
Fairy Tale Theatre. The L Word.
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About Me:
Ms Fat Booty
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Who I Want to Meet:
Johnny Angel.
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Testimonials and Comments for Isabel
wrong numbers to creepy townie boys;
fairies in wheelchairs; liquor lingerie at 412;
hottie Hamish rolling his cigarette with one
hand; momma Winder getting pissed off at
tea on her white napkins; playing Far Out by
Blur over and over until everyone on your
floor was angry at us; red wine on w&m
benches; crappy psi u parties....... Ahh,
memories...........
nature; a tumbling tumult of 19th
century Russian novels, French
perfumes, coy gestures, and
Mediterannean mumurings clad only in a
wrap of cigarette smoke.
She has the biggest eyes that ever
will be.
Typed "Prague" into the Search
Favorites field.
of my heart many many years ago at 412,
against the backdrop of a soft converse
and pocket of warmth two bodies sitting
by and by provide. I've never asked
that either of the two be returned...
if only that a part of my existence
remains closer to her.
hearts of the many boys who pay court
to her. She is the lady of the salon,
sparkling, witty and at ease with the
gentleman with the glove and the
peasant boy wearing a scarf. Both will
serenade her window. Both will fall at
her cruelty.
would like to make it my testimonial to
her....isabel is this appropriate?
other than that i find isabel
fascinating in the way that she both
inspires and writes poetry.
-S
the Great Upheaval of 2002, when Ariel
and Isabel, the punk and the poet,
joined forces to tear things up a
little bit. We stormed the rec center
and made it a center for sauna-ing and
lounging (after an ill-fated attempt to
master the elliptical machine), we
invaded 412 and felt the pain of war
and whiskey, we passed off 3 dollar
American-made 'Odessa' Vodka as
imported Ukrainian holy water, we
made 'decadence' the only thing worth
living for. That time has past and the
emotional scars that propelled us so
far are fading and we've discovered new
sources of energy and excitement, but
Isabel remains one of the best friends
I've ever made. She, among very few
left in the world, understand beauty,
loyalty, and compassion quite like she
does. Isabel is a true friend for
life. And I will swordfight anyone who
dare question her honor. Oh. I forgot
to mention her ghetto booty........
is the only constant that i have. we go to
shitty meathead bars and complain for a few
hours and then go our separate ways. she
could do so much better.
decadence in my life: the smoking, the
poetry reading during the early hours
of the morning, the French movies,
the "poetry and death playlists, and
the grand theft auto felonies just to
drink tea and make unwise long distance
phone calls, etc. Who knew, from our
first meeting, drinking wine at a
friend's and talking about boys in
bands, that she would become one of my
very best friends?
potter records. fuck da police.