Yes, I’ve been drinking. You should know this right from the top. I was at Jimmy’s Corner on 43d Street celebrating Andrew’s 30th birthday. And yes, I’ve been drinking. Yes I have. But I now have a Healthy Choice Traditional Baked Turkey dinner in me, so all is well. Onward. (Though I must warn you:…

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These are troubled times. Are they not always so? What, then, enables us to persevere? Is it the grand declarations? The sweeping gestures? The bold initiatives of nation states? Or corporations? I have kept a diary since the fifth grade. My first was a Preppy Diary, back when ‘Preppy’ was trademarked. It was a gift…

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Don’t Cry Out Loud

I was about nine-years-old that Easter. I had pleaded and begged the Easter Bunny, or more succinctly his appointed designates — my parents — for a copy of Melissa Manchester’s ‘Don’t Cry Out Loud’ vinyl 45. I had it in good faith that it would be nestled in the green plastic Easter grass that morning,…

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Match Dot Com

I am a man. I am looking for a woman. I am interested in dating and/or serious relationship. ABOUT ME Age: 32 Location: New York, New York Country: United States Area Code: 212 Occupation: Journalist Education: College Ethnicity: Caucasian Religion: Non-denominational Star Sign: Virgo Relationship Status: Single Have Children: No Want Children: Yes Height: 6′…

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One Foot

April’s off to a rough start. It’s not so much the relentless cold that gave way to constant drizzle. It’s more the partying. It’s more that I’m so not 22-years-old anymore. As a result of two nights out on the town, I spent Saturday laying on my brother’s couch, reading magazine’s, and playing with Ethan.…

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I woke to crash. It was dark outside. I was on top of the covers. I was fully dressed. My computer was glowing blue. And iTunes was blaring Screaming Trees’ ‘Nearly Lost You.’ I choked down two Excedrin, undressed, and climbed under the covers. I nearly… A few hours later I rose again to a…

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“I’d like a Stella, and five shots of tequila please.” “Oh, I’m sorry, you’re with the MTV party? I can’t serve you any shots.” “Even if I pay?” I ask. “No, sorry.” Pause. Tick, tick, tick. “April fool!” I was this close to making it through the day without being made a fool of when…

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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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