October 2010
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The door person at my building buzzed me to say there was a guest in the lobby (I was expecting no one), and because his accent is terribly thick I couldn’t make out the name though it sounded vaguely like the last name of someone I know. So! I dash downstairs only to find an older gentleman in a blue blazer and pink shirt. Uh? We size each other up. Are you ____? He asks. No, not me. ...
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J: Like, have you ever seen a go-go boy tumble off the stage? M: Oh, it’s like seeing a bird fly smack into glass at full speed. You can only pity the poor creature.
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Now that I’m An Age, I wonder…how was I able to dance so much and for such extended periods of time when I was younger—“younger” obvs meaning the youth which extends well into one’s early-late-twenties—and while being oh so intoxicated (presuming that in and of itself does not answer my own question)? The very idea of that much exertion now makes me...
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The Boundary Between Small Talk and Oversharing Is...
Duane Read clerk: I haven’t seen you in a while how are you?
Me: Fine. Different schedule, you know? How are you?
Duane Reade clerk: I’m sick. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve had three nosebleeds today. I had to turn off the computer because it was giving me a headache, then I came here.
Me: 0_0
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I have written about I am sure—though in providing linkable evidence I am remiss—how in college I would enjoy, with my roommate Julia, a bowl of chocolate ice cream (after perhaps a bowl of,er, an organic substance), while watching “Masterpiece” on PBS, particularly the Dickens adaptations. I was reminded of that while attending a screening of the new Clint Eastwood joint,...
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Walking to the train this morning I was stuck behind, i.e. unable to pass, these two men, both of whom where approximately the same height and build, and nattily attired, and clearly familiar with each other. As I was unable to navigate around I fell in step behind them, and for the half-block walk, until I could break free and towards the train, I defined them in my mind as the bespoke...