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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Eight Minutes To Spare

You may need Mapquest for this one. It gets a little complicated. So the deadline for the Nantucket Film Festival screenplay competition is tomorrow. I wrote my virgin foray into screenwriting in July 2000, and basically haven’t touched it since. Until tonight. It’s called “Mo’ Hart.” As I wrote on my application, “A recently-graduated senator’s…

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Tick… Tick… Tick…

Yunno, this snow that’s been falling for the last 24 hours doen’t really bother me. I rather enjoy it. The flakes are fine and patient, falling breezily to earth without sticking. Each unique crystal, like me, knows that spring is but moments away. I’ve got my spring sneaks. The linen’s are pressed and hanging in…

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Perfect Square

This happens every so often: I’m in some mellow, acoustic-rock, AAA mindset when — BAM! — some shit stirs up the rock in me. Ok, ok, not the AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Queens of the Stone Age rock. The smart rock, the sensitive rock, the cerebral rock. Tonight it was REM’s new live DVD, ‘Perfect Square’…

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