Babylon On The Hudson

I love Manhattan on nights like this. The tops of buildings disappear into the mist. The streets are a shiny jet black. And everywhere is the sound of tires on wet pavement. It is ‘The Great Gatsby’ come alive. I had a good smile on my walk home from work tonight. A young tourist was…

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Pleased To Meet Me

So, Fish links to me and my traffic doubles. I see how it works in the blogosphere: sleep your way to the top. I kid, of course. Young Fish, new to Our Fair City, the Crossroads of Civilization, fresh from quaint and provincial Beantown, rests comfortably on my Craftmatic Adjustable Futon as we speak, er,…

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Random Notes, Volume XIV

I am on my third bowl of ice cream. Ends up I took twelfth place in my division at yesterday’s race. So I figure I earned it. That’s about all there is to report. Well, maybe not… I keep getting a zit in the same place on my chin. I’m 32-years-old. This should not be…

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March Madness

I am strong again. Or, rather, I remember what strong feels like. It’s been a long, gray, sedentary winter. I have watched many a film, drunken many a beer, and consumed many a bowl of Breyer’s Natural Vanilla. I ran, rode, and swam very little. Now, triathlon season is upon me. This morning was the…

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Goosebumps

The highlight of my day came early today in the form of three random emails… The first came from Sonya: “I have no idea how I stumbled upon your site … one minute I was eating peanuts in their shell and those crunchy banana chip things (mixed together make a delicious snack I might add!)…

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The Smell Of Hope

I stepped out of my apartment this morning and was greeted by a beautiful, distant memory. The air was warm, damp and sweet, and immediately transported me eleven years into my past. The year was 1993. I was a mere ten weeks from college graduation. My girlfriend, Erin Kathleen MacLean, was studying art in Florence.…

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Dinner Alone

My pocket begins vibrating, sending a surprise chill up my leg and through my torso. I slide the phone out of my jeans and look to the caller ID. It reads ‘Dad.’ “Sounds like you’re at a party,” he says. “No, I’m at dinner.” “Yeah?” he says. “On a date?” “No, I’m eating sushi alone.”…

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On The Stereo

Yesterday was a strange, aimless, meandering day. I was kinda’ lost from the start. Chris and I were supposed to go running at nine a.m. This was an ambitious plan for both of us, me having stayed out watching trans-gender karaoke ’til midnight, he having edited VH1’s “Rocknroll Hall of Fame” show ’til 6am. I…

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Transgender Karaoke-Type Ambiance

Jeremy tried to buy me off of writing about tonight with a turkey burger deluxe. But I can’t be bought, because tonight was one for the record books. Ok, record books might be a stretch. But tonight was one for the Definitive New York City Moments File, to be sure. It started with rehearsal at…

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Blue On Blue

I wore my standard issue blue on blue on blue today, but subverted it with pink gingham, kelly green, and my “Vote Yes” t-shirt in honor of my new hero of whimsical substance, Michel Gondry. I have been anticipating his sophomore film effort, “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” for months. And I have been…

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