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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…

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,…

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…

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…

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!)…

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.…