Profile for jennyfrommoli
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Last Login: | Oct 17, 2007 12:58 AM |
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Interests: | Music, guitar, movies, kittens |
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I work a lot on MOLI.com a community site where I can bring together all aspects of my life. I enjoy helping out my friends, and when I’m not working – well, I work on my band, take trips with my friends.
I live in West Palm (hey, at least I could drive to the Superbowl this year!) -- but I’m still a New Yorker at heart and love supporting its artists, designers and culture I’m still trying to find the perfect balance between corporate life – and my rocker roots. I’ve toured nationally opening for Marilyn Manson, and played dream gigs opening for Joe Strummer and Iggy Pop in NYC. One weekend a month I take classes at William Patterson University as I try to jam my Masters degree into all of this!!!
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The bone-chilling scream split the warm summer night in two, the first
half being before the scream when it was fairly balmy and calm and
pleasant, the second half still balmy and quite pleasant for those who
hadn't heard the scream at all, but not calm or balmy or even very nice
for those who did hear the scream, discounting the little period of time
during the actual scream itself when your ears might have been hearing it
but your brain wasn't reacting yet to let you know.
-- Winning sentence, 1986 Bulwer-Lytton bad fiction contest.
half being before the scream when it was fairly balmy and calm and
pleasant, the second half still balmy and quite pleasant for those who
hadn't heard the scream at all, but not calm or balmy or even very nice
for those who did hear the scream, discounting the little period of time
during the actual scream itself when your ears might have been hearing it
but your brain wasn't reacting yet to let you know.
-- Winning sentence, 1986 Bulwer-Lytton bad fiction contest.
