Julia Dexter

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  by Carlos

  I could tell when Julia was happy because I would see her moving.  I miss you Julia.  I lost your info, or else I'd tell you about Julian, Alicia, and my rockin new crib, job, and skyline.  Love, Carlos (1410 A, Martin Luther King, ABQ).
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  by Ryan

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  by Colleen Williams

  THINGS MOST MISSED ABOUT JULIA: 1. I wasn't friends so much with Julia in Albuquerque. I think I met her when she was 18? Our interaction was restricted to one in which I needed her friends' (my neighbors) old beer cans. I had a crazy hair up my ass to make a flattened beer can dress. It never came to be - the edges would be too sharp, and I was not in the mood to actually "make it work." But when Bill told me she was moving here last summer, I found her on the spaceship and messaged her. Namely that Joe and I didn't know her and that our impression of her was that she had really pretty hair. We were pretty much 1st graders about her before she got here. When she finally did get here, I met up with her at the Mark Bar and we had this long conversation about long distance relationships. We also had a picture of us where I look nuts and she looks completely wasted. That's what I'll miss about Julia: the drunken conversations and drunken pictures. But moreso? The normal conversations and the normal pictures. 2. Julia has the most fantastic things to say at just the right moment. Such as: "Are you coming out to me?" or "I'm kinda obsessed with you right now." "I don't even like you guys. Shhh... I only like you." "Totally blissed out on fill in the blank." "I think you should hit on Clem!" And sometimes she doesn't say the most fantastic thing - she pulls the tablecloth out from under the dishes (metaphorically) by spilling the beans about so-and-so and what's-it-to-it. Then she follows up with, "I don't care! I'm movin'!" And we all have a sad clown laugh. 3. The 90s are totally back. Thank you, Julia Iglesias. 4. Homegirl has her finger on the Taste-Trend pulse. Whatever she's eating, it's new and wonderful. No, seriously. She finds the best shit to eat. Like, ever. I told her Friday night she should be a food critic. It didn't sit well with her women's studies/feminism upcoming career, but it needed to be said in order to compliment. 5. Julia does the best things too - she'll ride her bike to the beach by herself, send you postcards even though you go to the same Dunkin Donuts, go to museums, take vaykays to Puerto Rico, take too many Korean pain pills and pass out on her kitchen floor.... She will try anything new and rave about it. 6. The Grannie Bathing Suit. 7. THE CC! Lord, what on earth will we do in the cc without you!?! I'm stopping at Lucky Number 7 - Julia is a true original. I love her, I wish her the best, I want her to return as soon as possible.

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  "Hey Lara, why is Julia all aggro tonight?" As long as I've known Julia, and I'm one of the privileged to have known her since her teen years, she has actually never been the aggro-type.  Rather, she's been one of the very few people that I have met in my short near-25 years that incessantly impresses me and warms my heart (I only said "heart" cause I know she loves them so, and also cause writing that just made me blush a bit).  Seriously, I like to think of Julia as the grandma I wish I had.  Let me elaborate...in that young, nubile, ultra-stylish, way too hip for Williamsburg visage is a sweet, wise, old soul that says the right thing at the right time, can hold her own in any conversation, has enlightened perspectives on feminism and hip-hop, and gives the bestest hug...like she's never going to forget this hug with you. Before we all start shedding tears for no good reason (she's moving to my homestate for crissakes), there are her faults as well.  Wait, what am I saying?  If you consider her amazing dance-tastic contributions to dance and her introduction of the Morinaga juicy fruit chew into movie-n-wine night faults, well then she's all screwed up and going to hell.  Rather, its how really bad I felt every time I ripped on her.  I only ripped on Julia like 3 times thinking she could totally handle a good rip being classically trained by Bill, Paul, Jesse, and the Dunph.  It always seemed to me that my rips hurt the most.  I once ripped on her about her bike and she still hates me about this.  Its reasons such as these that create a world where I'm this little kid, a brat if you will, and if you knew me it wouldn't be hard to imagine, and Julia's my grandma with a vodka martini in hand, a candy dish full of Japanese goodies on the magazine table, the coolest hip-hop remixes playing on the phonograph she found in the trash cause of its beauty in a smoke-filled room, imparting the funniest wisdom intermittedly as she keeps up with her correspondence.  If you're thinking that I have a weird grandma-fetish, then you're not getting the point of my simile.  She already knows what I think and know of her.  And the times we shared in crazy Brooklyn, being scared and poor and ultra-social Albuquerque-transplants.  But she doesn't know this: my first memory of JMD happened about 4 years ago.  I was walking home from work and school, which was immediately next door to her then current best friends.  They were all sitting in a circle under the shade, gossiping I'm sure.  As I turned the corner, I saw little miss then-much-longer-haired Julia see me, smile real big, throw her hands up, and say, "Hi Joe!  How are you?!" in her sweet Julia voice.  It made my day and I will certainly miss her saying "hi" to me on the regular basis I have grown accustomed to...

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  by Michael Kane

  Julia's leaving today, going back to Albuquerque. I met her at Capone's, at our first kickball team meeting.  I thought she was so cute.  There was a band playing, and they were awful.  A Wednesday night, open-mic sort of terrible.  And the funny thing was, after a while, people started to clap after each song.  It was like they were amazed that each song actually ended . . . amazed that the band was able to achieve that - the basic structure of a beginning, middle and end. For the last song, they offered to cover either Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name", or the junior-high mixtape favorite, "Wonderful Tonight."  The audience got to choose, and the cheering was so hard to judge that they decided to play half of one and half of the other. When "Wonderful Tonight" started, I told Julia, "I have an idea!" and asked her to come dance.  I was so glad she said yes . . we were the only people on the floor, the way an awkward teen dance should be. I put my hands on her shoulders and she put hers on mine.  We swayed stiffly, arms' length apart.  We waddled to the awful band as our team grinned down at us from the railing.  It was meant to imitate a special moment, and to poke fun at it.  The funny thing is, it was a special moment. I'm bummed that she's leaving.  She's calm and sweet and likes my jokes.  She has a kind heart.  She says she'll write and I believe it -- write actual letters, I mean.  That's how she is - she doesn't just do stuff, she lives her life.  With passion and joy, and it's inspiring to someone who wants to achieve the same.  I want to say there are far too few people like Julia, but maybe that's the way it should be.  Because when someone so exceptional comes along, they stand out.  Bye bye, Julia . . we'll miss you.

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  Oh the lovely Julia... who else would give me a bag in the park? who else would buy me a vodka soda when i had no money? who else would dance with me in the bar? who else would be so uber stylistic? NO ONE! Julia is a saint. A stylish, not-always-saintly saint. New Mexico? i dont get it. what can she get there that she cant get here. it makes me sad, but i have a feeling she will be back in a blaze of glory in a year or so. The BK tends to set its claws in, and you cant shake it. The first time i met this lassy was at Alligator. We ate, drank and were merry. She claimed to be the manager of my kickball team, yet i saw her far more frequently in the park, around the hood and in bars, than i saw her at kickball. She also claimed to be kept from McCarren by Buffalo. Whatever ill let it slide, i know how important rent is. Julia is a beautiful, kind, generous, fun lady. any state would be happy to have her! I have some pictures of us, but alas they do not cast us in the most glowing of lights, so i refrain from the mutual embarassment that is sure to follow. Miss Julia will be missed by the kickballers and the greater brooklyn burough in general! xoxox- Heather

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