Archive for February 2004

I am plumb worn out already today from 18-holes of the most challenging golf of my 32-years, and I still have a cocktail party yet to attend. Don’t think golf and cocktails are very rocknroll? Read on. I had a terrific meal last night at Naples National Country Club. I was the youngest by some…

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I can’t be certain because I was alone on the beach, but I’m pretty sure I saw a shooting star just now. One is rarely certain of such sightings. They’re fleeting, and often occur when you’re not looking for them. Then you try and see another, but rarely do. Things are like that some time.…

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Yesterday I tackled belief. Today I tackle faith. What’s the difference? Sheesh, I’m not exactly sure I know anything about anything right now. All I know of belief is what I believe in. And I’m not sure why I believe in what I believe in, I just do. But faith? Well… I went to see…

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I believe in coyotes, and time as an abstract… I believe in asking a woman if you can kiss her before you do so, then kissing her slowly, softly, confidently, and with intent. I believe in making slow, sweaty love in bed, on the couch, the floor, in public rest rooms, national parks, on beaches,…

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Ladies love Mr. Big. They’re all lookin’ for him, whoever he is, whatever he represents. Seeking insight, and maybe some advices, I went to the source tonight… Chris Noth’s Cutting Room on 24th Street. Sadly, Big was nowhere to be found. I’ve seen him there before, though I never said hello or anything. He’s kinda’…

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Ok, this is me cutting the shit. Enough melancholy for a while. Enough of the cryptic, heartbreaking posts. I’ll give you the skinny, then we’ll return to our regularly scheduled rocknroll programming… Yes, yesterday I was in a relationship. No, today I’m not. Letting go? Not easy. Not at all. That’s that. I remain hopeful.…

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I am now going to sell five copies of ‘The Three EPs’ by The Beta Band. Do it. Heads begin to bob to the sparse, laconic groove. Knowing glances are exchanged. A wink and a grin. A hipster asks, What is this? ‘The Three EPs’ by The Beta Band. It’s good. I know. Then the…

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Every so often, maybe every couple of days, I think to myself, ‘I give up.’ I may give up on work, or writing, running, dreaming, believing, hoping — whatever. Just now, walking out of Starbucks after running along the river in the midwinter morning haze, I gave up on love. Bono says “Love is blindness.”…

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At 8:20 this morning, I thought I had all the time in the world. By 8:21, everything had changed. It was at 8:21 that I remembered that I had a dentist appointment 40 blocks away in nine minutes. Miraculously, I made it. I sat in that f’ing chair for over two hours. $750 and one…

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About a third of my way into a 60+ block walk home tonight, it occurred to me that the iPod playlist is the mood ring of our time. Tonight? Well, you tell me: Either Way – Guster Bad Reputation – Freedy Johnston Across The Universe – Rufus Wainwright Summer – Buffalo Tom Clocks – Coldplay…

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