Archive for March 2004
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…
Read MorePleased 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,…
Read MoreRandom 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…
Read MoreMarch 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…
Read MoreGoosebumps
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!)…
Read MoreThe 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.…
Read MoreDinner 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.”…
Read MoreOn 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…
Read MoreTransgender 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…
Read MoreBlue 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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