| My mother: | My history teacher, you taught me love and intellect are one and the same. |
| My father: | One day may we daven and run to achieve final understanding |
| My Auntie Terry: | Relationship is a verb. I will never forget that. |
| My Grandpa Fred: | You who loves life will live forever. |
| My brother, Joshua: | Blood doesn't bother you, but this bloody brother does. |
| My brother Ian: | The other half of jeremian, a truly gifted underachiever succeeds without working--he does it for fun. |
| Wes Williams: | Red, may your Gold Eagle spread his WINGS and transcend whatever trouble you've gotten yourself into. |
| April: | My first love, in Boston we were reunited, for no mere man or woman could ever dissever your soul from my soul. May you fare well at Harvard |
| Daniel: | Howyadoin? Throughout all your tragedies of the heart, (Oy Vey!) you never once stopped being your beautiful self (Capiche?) |
| Rebecca Mason: | That which does not kill you makes you stronger, but not as strong as you. |
| Michael Robbins: | Business partner, president, friend: if Proprium is a virtue, then you are a Saint. |
| Michael Litman: | Report!...Commander Litman^4 at the altar! |
| Adam McClure: | The other half of the Odd Couple. Your Norman Niblock House to my Donald Hogan |
| Halka Plywaski: | Besheret: 4 years do not do justice to the feelings we shared--4 lifetimes would not be enough |
| Mona Cadena: | grrl4justice@chickmail.com--need I say more? |
| Wendy Davis: | Time Weaves Sex under the Stars. |
| Chris Hall: | By far the brightest star |
| Roseanne Wright: | We rode a wavelength that opened new vistas of experiences |
| Meredith White: | A deep and powerful understanding of human nature is essential for the etymologist. Otherwise, she might as well jump out an open window. |
| Agne Taraseviciute: | My Lithuanian prodigy--Tori's got nothing on you, babe! |
| Jen Hammock: | My Michael Parkes, beauty incarnate inspires men to madness and MIT |
| MIT: | You are as living and real to me as any of my lovers. |
| Byron Gibbs: | Chef, one can only be touched by your sweetness. Peace, Love, Respect, Happiness and many, many returned phone calls. |
| Michael: | We loved the same things: Judaism, Dancing, Mathematics, and Michelle |
| Ellen Davis: | Our script has yet to be written, but the title will always be Bellvista 02135 |
| Michelle Goldhaber: | My sweet dance partner--May your soul light our soles on fire |
| Armin Kappachur: | My beloved Dance coach: You taught me what it means to dance. For that, I will always be grateful to you. |
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Anna Maria Rosarita Josephina Venera Galea: | My Maltese mermaid lies in the depths of Oceanography, and swims amongst her many lovers with carefully-measured abandon. |
| George Homsy: | Genius, thy name is Geo. Your aesthetic awareness of astounding exquisite, precise, detail infuses the warmest heart of anyone I know. |
| Bryan Meeks: | A self-described Pilates existentializing, Authentic Movement improvising, gibbous-moon-millenia-rune, Budo Bardo Strider. I loved munching on you, Meat |
| Nancy Smith: | Jemma Mirella Malfleur, you granted me access to your world of aerial dance. You should know your No is not nearly as full of power as your Yes! |
| Patti Faye: | The richness of your internal world was revealed to me only in snippets. I hunger for more interaction. |
| Danica Reno: | May you discover dragons on Mars |
| Anne Radovic: | May you find happiness in your new life...It all started with a shared glance on a streetcorner after your second acupuncture appointment. |
| Shane: | Your generosity made me fall in love with the city you hold so dear. |
| Sydney: | From Scotland Island to King's Cross to Millenium to Mardi Gras, you showed me a wonderful time. |
| Stephen Shaw: | Spunky, every day I grow closer to you. Your Scorpion sting spurs me to success |
| Emmie: | I feel I hurt you most of all by leaving Australia. Oh, Mowgli, my wild jungle child, say it's not so! |
| Daniel Hayward: | A chance meeting, a vampire greeting, animus and anima, animal desire. |
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