United States


Christina Julian
Marketing Manager

Where did you grow up?
I am a green-card-carrying Canadian raised on the mean streets of Dallas, TX and somehow ended up in the sweet tundra of the USA.

Interests? Hobbies? Do you even have any?
Wheeled contraptions of various propulsions, chubby babies, fluffy puppies and pretty much anything old and worn.

Who do you think you are, anyway?
Someone just lucky enough not to get killed.

Top ten factoids about you that even your co-workers may not know. Go.

  1. I’m more country than rock n roll.
  2. I am wildly entertained by randomly horned animals.
  3. I was almost deported, twice.
  4. I honestly didn’t mean to insult you. It just happens. A lot.
  5. I do not have cable TV.
  6. I made Molotov cocktails out of Coors Light cans when I was 7 after seeing Indiana Jones. (note: you really need glass bottles and you really need to throw them not stomp them in your back yard.)
  7. I tried to go back to the future on Fisher Price roller skates carrying a handmade hockey stick by skating into a rope my brother strung across the driveway when I was 6. It ended badly. I obviously needed the DeLorean.
  8. I am gullible.
  9. I get overly attached to inanimate objects.
  10. I hate shiny metal objects. Chrome gives me seizures.

Who or what influences your behavior and why?
My desire to be entertained by life. I don’t believe there is a boring task just unimaginative doers.

What would you say your job is around here?
Herding cats. Field lieutenant in charge of reminding Surly people what they said they wanted to do 5 minutes ago, making the magic happen that gets dreamed up in the intergalactic, organizing the chaos, coordinating stickers and flags, throwing bread crumbs, resident Pain In The Ass, nag and worry wart. Sad but true. I figure out the shortest, most expeditious, detailed, well recorded path to completion for Surly marketing projects and keep the crew on that path. I get to hold the whip.

One sentence to say what you want to. Go.
Well, here’s another fine mess I’ve gotten me into.