The Second Running Of The Mister Rogers’ Memorial Madaket Triathlon

September 6th, 2004

I am lying on my back in the sand waiting on a shooting star. The surf rolls and crashes all around. The Milky Way stretches out overhead like a sideways halo. And then it happens as quickly as it hadn't: streaking eastward across the gauzy veil of stars, a shining speck of dust glows bright white, then vanishes.

I am shaking off the city here, the strum and din of the MTA, the MTV, and the empty soul. The great and infinite celestial watch works overhead reminds me, slowly and steadily, that all is well and unfolding as it


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Montauk Triathlon

July 18th, 2004

I spent the balance of my weekend in Montauk cracking jokes with a buncha' thirtysomething triathletes and surfers about our impending joint replacement surgeries. Good times, really.

I've lived in New York City nearly ten years but had scarcely set foot on Long Island. Until yesterday. I set out for the LIRR to Montauk late on account of my post-Sin-e revelry. The sight of me peddling down Ninth Avenue with my wetsuit, laptop, etc., slung over my shoulder wasn't pretty. Or at least it felt pretty ugly. But I made it aboard the ...

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