tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190301172011-11-27T19:31:24.714-05:00an account of my days ...schlotz1978 (at) gmail (dot) comnoreply@blogger.comBlogger861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19030117.post-15064195796802648352008-11-17T20:23:00.003-05:002008-11-17T20:30:06.926-05:00

I slept from W 4th street to 125th today. I believe there was drool. Copious amounts of drool. I was quite tired on the way home from work today as I had to get on the road at 3:15a.m. Of course my estimated time of arrival was roughly 1hr too early and I had to hold out in a gas station for fear of freezing to death before the plant opened. Back to the office by 8a.m. and had a Chinatown

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I turned 30 yesterday. Big day. We began by heading down to Craig & Julie's baby shower held at their school's gym. Met up with Susan and Rob - big family gathering. (We're going to go fast here b/c I have to get on to studying finally). We ate, caught up and played basketball with little Ryan who remembered my name. He's 2. Susan, Rob, Anne and I caught a cab back home and were given a huge

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So far so good. The parks job lets me roam about outside all day. Not too bad coming from an office job.I've been placed with two other rangers - Calvin and Andrew. Calvin is a transplanted Miami man who followed his girlfriend. A quick keyword finds him to have coined sayings like "sack of good luck pudding." He's the classic beat reporter with Ivy League wit. Andrew was a disenchanted

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I woke up around 7:10 this morning ready for my 2nd day working for the parks. I knew, however, that I had a job to do before heading out: buzz the rest of my head. I had charged my trimmer overnight and went at it. It ran out of juice around 3/4 of the way through a rough job. What to do . . .A quick check online for the hours of the local Duane Reade had it opening around 7a.m. I needed a

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Not quite a haircut. I started giving myself a haircut just a few minutes ago - but my clippers ran out of batteries after only getting to the front half left side of my head. Yup, I look pretty ridiculous.Charging the dang thing now - hopefully it'll right itself before I have to show up at work tomorrow morning. Eeek.Wish me luck!

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I started training today for the parks job - received my smokey the bear hat and had full uniform. It took a little while to get over the dorkiness of it all. Actually, I'm not sure I'll fully get over it before the summer is through.The training group was relatively eclectic - several people just out of college and from all over the U.S.The training consisted of basic procedure/protocol, the

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Today was my last day at the Board. I'm taking leave without pay for the summer and am going to be working as a park ranger for nyc parks. Phew.I've needed a break for a long time. And tomorrow morning we're going to Wisconsin for a few days to visit the family. If my neck didn't feel as if it were going explode, I'd be the happiest man alive. But my neck feels as if it is going to

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Roughly a year ago, maybe July or August, I injured my left leg - the back of my knee (bok) to be less than exact. Since then I've been to a number of physical therapists as well as doctors, including a knee specialist - an orthopedist. The doctor suggested I go to a physical therapist; the physical therapist suggested I find another doctor. It's all been quite depressing. As if i don't have

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We arrived at the Living Room with time to spare, however, much to our chagrin, the show was sold out. Bummed! We then went for Thai around the corner - Jeeb Thai - and we were bummed no longer. My pad thai was heavenly. And I know my pad thai - it's my go to dish.

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Anne, Darian, Allison, and I are headed out to the Living Room to watch Chris Thile play his fire hot mandolin. He's currently playing with the band Punch Brothers. I believe tonight is a solo show, but I wouldn't be the slighest bit dissappointed if his band were there.I first heard of Thile around 2002 as part of the progressive folk group Nickel Creek. I immediately purchased the album -

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1 eggplant2 carrots1 cup couscousa few shallotsa few cloves of garlica bit of buttersome salta bit of olive oilone Presidente light - and we have ourselves a meal!

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Is broken. The drawers have come off their tracks - ball bearings have fallen about. I don't know how to fix it and her clothing is now strewn. We're talking desperate situation here.

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Anne and I went to see Al Gore speak last night as part of a speaker series at Radio City Music Hall. It was sort of spur of the moment - I got an e-mail from Audience Extras (a surplus theater tickets organization, which we're members of and highly recommend) at around 3pm stating there were still seats for an 8pm show. Called Anne and $4 later, we had two great seats to hear and see the

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It's Friday early afternoon and I've just come back up stairs after putting several loads of laundry in the dryer. 5 quarters has equaled 40 minutes for roughly 2 years at 8 minutes a quarter. Today, my 5 quarters yielded 35 minutes. 1/8 of our drying value has disappeared right before our very eyes without nary a mention.I went up to the owner and asked about the new pricing and he

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But I don't love it enough to pay double rent. Apparently, that's exactly what I've done. Somehow I scheduled two rent payments for the month of May. Checking out my balance threw me for a loop this morning. I'm trying to figure it out as we speak. On the phone with the management company now. Looks like it'll be okay. Going to stop payment on one of the checks. Phew! Glad I didn't overdraft -

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Or so I thought. I have my contracts final this evening. However, it's 10:40 a.m. and I don't know what a contract is. Really. There seem to be no bright line rules. Decisions turn on 'as justice requires' or standards of 'reasonableness.' What does that mean? As my professor says though, it's the ambiguity wherein lawyers make their money. Anyway

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Spent the day studying - reading and rereading my outline for my Wednesday final. So ready for this to be over. I went over to Tony's place to go through a couple of old exams. Mira joined. Tony made dinner - Israeli couscous, peppers, olives, feta all broiled with a bit of olive oil. Very tasty. Never had that type of couscous before - quite meaty. What a place Tony has!!! It's a first

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Anne, Ursula, Philip, Allison, and Darian are headed out to dim sum in Chinatown for lunch. Without me. I'll be doing practice exams all day. I'd rather be eating dim sum. But of course, I'm, as always, cramming in the material. It's crazy. I should have learned by now. But, alas, I'm studying and not eating dim sum.

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I'm not quite working just yet. Wanted to write a bit about Joan - the other woman I've been seeing for the past 2 years. She's roughly 90 years old and a holocaust survivor. We see each other as often as possible - she lives just a few blocks away. Mostly homebound if no one to help her with the doors in her building - I enjoy spending a few hours a month walking, talking, and sitting with

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Since yesterday was almost a total waste, with no work being completed, I've set myself up for a big day of studying. But first, Anne and I went to the farmer's market for some apples - taking the long route on up Payson avenue.Payson avenue is tucked away along the south east corner of Inwood Hill park. A peaceful little street, lined with woods - and row houses with beautiful windows. If we

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I went on a little stroll this evening for pizza at Grandpa's - eh, it did the job. But $8 for a 2 slices and a drink? That's a little much. But, on my way back, I went into a new coffee shop called De Cafe. What a place. It's small, cozy, and a real-life coffee shop - something we're definitely missing here in Inwood. There is free wi-fi and they make their own mozzarella. The prices

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My last post was during August of 2006!!! Jeez . . ., what have my fans thought? Will they ever forgive me?Okay, here is my vow: I will post with relative frequency. Okay, really, I HAVE to study. Bye!

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It's well over a year since my last post - maybe less. Since I last posted, I've started law school and have decided it's not even close to my bag. I could blame it on working and going to school at the same time, blame it on the commute, but, in reality, all the blame should rest attending without a clear idea of what I wanted out of the experience. I decided to go to law school out of a lack

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1) Leave cell phones on - especially if the ring tone is so clearly not from the same period as the piece being played on stage. For example, if the pianist is playing Liszt's Dante Symphony, please don't have the theme to The Simpsons blare out. Recommended alternative: A ring tone inspired by Mendelssohn.2) Incessantly unwrap candies. Candy wrappers are potentially hair-raising beasts and

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Much to the chagrin of Anne, I have not yet brought myself to the ER for an x-ray. It's not that I don't think it's cool to wear a cast. Rather, I just hate the lines. No doubt I would get there, wait 2 hrs to tell a doctor that my foot hurts, 2 hours to get an x-ray, 2 hours for the doctor to read it. Before I blink, I'll have been exposed to the flu, TB, gnarly staff infections, and more, just

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Yeah, they don't normally go together. And today is no exception. I currently have a bag of mini vegetables ace bandaged around my left foot and I'm NOT in Ft. Lauderdale. ERG. Hurt/bruised/Anne thinks I broke it last night while playing soccer and thought a trip down to see my Grandmother would have been less than I'd hoped for. What's a trip to Boca Raton without shuffleboard?! So, I'm now

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For all those curious, yes, Atheists and Egg Rolls will be holding its 2nd annual event this coming christmas eve. Christmas eve?! Why start promoting so darn early, you may ask. Well . . ..Last night I wandered around and finally found the corner of 3rd Avenue and 11th street. Once there, I popped into a bar called the Village Pourhouse. I was meeting a friend/colleague there (we'll call him Mr.

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Well, I received such overwhelming feedback from my last post and therefore decided that I must, once and for all, decide which of the two rathskellers had my heart when burgers are concerned. I went back to Piper's Kilt tonight and fell in love all over again. The bun was toasted to such perfection - it didn't subsume the A1, allowing its full tang to penetrate the sirloin with such sex, such

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I've been living in NYC since mid July and have been during this period consistently carnivorous. That said, I love meat and seek out the best burgers the City has to offer. So far I've found two places which are wrestling for my top notch.The first one is around west 4th and Christopher street - the Corner Bistro - burgers were quite good, and served quickly. The wait, 45 minutes on a snowy

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By conventional wisdom and practice, my writing on this gleaming, mug-me-white, laptop while riding on the subway through Harlem is a silly idea. Duly noted. However, I choose not to live by this tenet; not out of some form of embellished bravado or in-your-face liberalism, but rather out of self-interest. I choose to write, because I want to write. And I choose to write on this subway at

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This morning started around 630. I rolled out of bed without too much hesitation, knowing full well what I had in store for the next few hours. A walk to Inwood Hill park for some yoga, followed by a stroll through the Inwood Farmer's market - where I bought two ears of corn and one luscious peach - and finally with coffee and a light breakfast at the Park diner on Dyckman.I even clipped

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Jackson Square in the Village is the sort of place for firsts. In a like manner, I had my first taste of beer concealed by paper bag. Truly not a life-changing moment, but nevertheless entertaining. For no more than $4, I was able to scheme my way into the mainstream park drinking scene. Granted I was with some of the more straight-edged folk any city would be able to put forth. I'm still

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It's 11:28pm on a Wednesday night here in NYC. I'm in my apartment, wet with sweat and too wired from a 2 hour mid evening nap to call it quits. I finally had enough of the still heat and ventured outside only to find the coffee shop closed. So I sat on the building's steps and read in the intermittent green glare of a stop light nearby. My mother invited me back to the Island for a few days

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And here's a picture of Anne and I on our first day in the apartment.So here I am, in Anne and I's apartment in NYC. Alone. I've done laundry. I've cycled. I've done yoga. I've gone for walks. I've gone food shopping. I've surfed the net. I've read. I've tried to organize the apartment. But I find myself wont for things to do and people, namely Anne, to do them with. I miss her

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Today was an exercise in bicycle maintenance. I forgot to post the other day, but my new bike had a slight problem . . .. The carbon fiber seat post broke off and half of it fell right on down into the seat tube. I tried dutifully for an hour or so – even Harry, the ever-missing landlord tried his hand on it. I ended up riding yesterday down the west side’s parkway – beautiful ride – with my

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Well, here it is. It came quite slowly and surely. And it will go in just about 15 hours. In roughly that amount of time, I'll be on the Fung Wah bus, which, for all of its bad publicity, has served Anne and I extremely well. We've been taking the Fung Wah so often lately, I feel as if the 4+ hour ride down there is just a bit of a trip. I remember the first time I was to take the Fung Wah,

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Well, we're all packed and on our way to NYC in a couple of minutes. We spent the evening on the futon in my bare room. Yesterday's packing of the UHaul was great, but it was incredibly tiring and sweaty. There's no way we could have managed later on today without hiring movers. I'm glad Anne really pressed the issue. Okay, we should get a move on moving on. I'll post pics as they come!

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So this is my new baby. She's an Orbea-built Zeus with the following specs that I'm very excited about:* 9spd chorus 2003 levers and rear der * new cassette and chain (12-23) * truvativ rouleur 175mm 52-39 crankset, isis drive * chorus brakes, new pads, record carbon seatpost * specialized avatar saddle (130mm) * deda 215, shallow drop, 44cm ctc bars, deda solido 13cm 26.0 stem * cateye computer

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FINALLY!Anne and I finally heard back from Patrick about our apartment down in Inwood. We were approved and now just have to sign the lease and move in! It's been a relatively stressful couple of weeks not knowing where and when we'd move. But it's almost over!!! We found a great place. A 5th floor walk up overlooking the Cloisters in Northern Manhattan. It's relatively cheap for NYC and

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We all have them. We all have the random thoughts. They're peppered throughout our days. I'll be walking and randomly think of laundry or a McDonalds menu or something or other. These are the random thoughts that occupy much of our time. Or my time, really. What if this happens during our last moment or moments of life? What if, lying on our deathbeds or just before being slammed by a semi

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Are they with the mom and pop shops or with efficienct behemoths? Are they with the terrorized or with the revolutionaries? Are they with the writers of history or the backs to which those writers quite invariably thrived upon? Are they with my today or with my tomorrow? Are they with my needs or my desires? These are questions I'm in the midst of trying to answer. Just thought I'd share.

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No matter how hard I try to get a close shave, I invariably come stumbling stubbily away with strays and patches. I've been using a Norelco lately - a gift from my parents of roughly two years ago. I shave with an electric because my father shaves with an electric. Memories of him shaving whilst driving us to school, using the rear view mirror as a vanity are some of the clearest, most

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Answer me this, Batman: Why is it that a man carrying flowers is seen as effiminate and the man planting them, masculine? Is it the dirt?

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Everyone lies. That's advice from my supervisor, Bob. Of course, he's generally speaking of attorneys that we're dealing with, but the tenet bleeds into much of every day life as well. He's a cynic, but also very wise. Anne and I went apartment hunting again this past weekend down in NYC. We must have seen 20 or so apartments in the span of a couple of days. A few of the apartments being

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Brian smoked me again on the court last night. 2-1. Not too bad of a display though. I felt good. He apparently felt a bit better. Actually, he was pumped up from spending a good 45 minutes in traffic on the way to my house. He hates traffic. I'm currently watching the FIFA World Cup Germany v. Argentina. ESPN has live coverage over the internet and I'm able to watch it at work. While

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Bob, my supervisor, thinks I should find another job. And soon. We were discussing my appraisal and he asked how much longer I saw myself at the Board. We'd discussed my dissatisfaction with the work for a couple of years now, but this is the first time that I was completely honest with him. I told him that I needed to get out and that I'm currently looking for work. He thought it a great

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I just experienced the most outrageous display of insanity. I was sitting outside of the Starbucks in Davis Sq. trying to read. however, this was nearly impossible. There were two mid to late 20 something girls chatting away for about an half of an hour about this guy Marco who was supposed to meet up with them in a few minutes. Apparently he was from the internet, or so I assumed, and he

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I've just come off of one great weekend. Noah and Molly (formerly Molly Lewis) S. made their formal introduction to the family and community on 6/25/06 in Cornucopia, WI. The ceremony was so special. It took place at the Tam O'Shanter Lodge on the Western(ish) shore of Lake Superior. The lodge itself was quite a big and rustic place, full with large fire place in the great room, big ole deck and

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Success!!!

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Well, I've got both. Today. They seem to go together like any twosome would. No? Well, I went to Anne Marie's for a $10 turned $15 haircut and learned that she's a raging bigot. I was waiting for my turn and this guy walks past the window - I've seen him around Davis plenty of times - he plays guitar at Johnny D's for Sunday brunch - anyway, he wears a white outfit and a white turban. Ann

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I broke down. My old NorthFace daypack had met its maker years ago. But since it was free (a hand-me-down from my brother, Daniel), I thought I'd keep it going far past its prime. This pack is so light and small, waterproof and many useful pockets. There's a pocket sleeve within that I 'think' will be perfect for my 12.1" Apple Ibook. If not, I've told myself, albeit reluctantly, that I'll

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Brian schooled me again last night. 2-1. Not too bad of a showing by me, thought I'd take him on the third game, but his serve was too on. So it goes. After racquetball, we went for a beer at The Burren and then moseyed on over to Ana's Tacqueria. Good times. He's quite the character - gonna miss him come August:(Then off to home for some Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. Enjoyed a glass or two

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I just went to a training offered by the Inspector General for the Board. The focus was on the IG's ability to snoop and the legal ramifications and procedures given an inspection. Pretty much, the IG, with or without (though he didn't address the latter) cause may seize my hard drive and literally copy each and every file/picture/download etc. He assuaged my fears, however, promising this was

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Well, I went a little overboard the other day at the neighborhood Goodwill store. Bought a bunch of books for $.50 or $1 and put them online - going to ship them while losing a dollar in post.

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I was fixing my first flat on the commuter bike and realized that I needed a new set of tire irons and a new tube if the popped one was not able to be mended. So I went to Ace Wheelworks in Davis Sq. I took Brian's mtn. bike and rode on down. I bought them. While there I noticed this guy looking at a pair of slick Armadillo tires for his mountain bike. I made a quick sell. He came by and

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I went for a hike yesterday with a fine group of randoms from Boston Hiking. There were eight of us. Similar shape and hiking styles. We hiked Mt. Kinsman. A roughly 12 mile hike with only a few faux summits. The weather was absolutely pleasant. The promised 90 degree madness did not meet us and there was a kind breeze which kept most bugs out of our way. One of us, however, took a nasty

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So I've already confessed to being an Amazon.com junkie, but it's been getting more fun lately. Mostly because I'm making money. Not much money, but enough to keep me entertained. I picked up a bunch - around 20 - of 2004 Red Sox 'Faith Rewarded' dvds on the cheap ($2 a piece) a while ago and have been selling them for around $7+a few for shipping. I net around $8 a piece. But the other fun

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Last evening Brian smoked my ass in racquetball. 3-0. I was up the last two games by 8 or 9 and he came back each time. Granted he did have a brand new set of wrist bands and matching head band, but I can't go blaming his success on them for too long. This was after riding home with Todd from work. He almost got side swiped by a car while entering Davis Sq. Way too close for comfort - I

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Anne has finally convinced me to get a new, non-frumpy, suit. During the afternoon today, after a really great lunch with Todd from work, Anne and Duy, her friend from Turkey, we went to Filene's Basement. I bought the first suit that I tried on for $200 - marked down from $1600. Apparently it's quite the brand - Vestimenta. (I can't find a link just yet). It fits well and I apparently look

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Susan, my lovely sister, and Rob, my soon to be brother-in-law, just made an addition to their budding family. Her name is April. She's a malti-poo (sp?) and really really small; a non-barking, albeit small-bladdered, bundle of joy.

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Anne and I had a great, albeit short, weekend in NYC. We went down to celebrate the wedding of Brian and Gina. Brian has been a friend of mine since we were 4 or 5. The wedding took place in Tribeca at The Tribeca Rooftop. A great loft space with tons of natural lighting perfect for pictures and sunsets over New Jersey. Todd, I and Ephraim were the only ones from home at the wedding, which

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So, yes, the powers that be granted me a transfer on down to the Brooklyn office. This is great news for Anne and I as we'll have some semblance of an income upon our move. Of course, this doesn't stop my wanting a change in careers - in fact it accelerates it. I'll be down there and will be able to 'hit the pavement' (as they say in the industry).We'll see how that proves. I'm hopefull.I'm

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Okay, so I'm also addicted to Craigslist. Buying bicycles, missed connections, strictly platonic, free/barter, , etc. I tend to hold on to bikes for a few months, then sell them on Craigslist. I love Craigslist. I'm in love with Craigslist. Anne's only competition is Craigslist. She wins . . ., most of the time.

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Last night Anne told me of news that our friend, Anne's friend from college, was mauled by a dog over the weekend and will require much time and surgery for healing. This is truly depressing and its proximity truly hurts.

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It's 8:30 p.m., do you know where your waffle cone is? Yes, I'm also addicted to ice cream. Not terribly, in the way of eating tubs with a scooper, but in the way that I surely should own stock in the local creamery. I usually go for a kiddie sized sugar cone topped with mint chocolate chip frozen yogurt. Yum. A kiddie size is actually bigger than it sounds - good for a fine 10 minutes of

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I've scoured my room looking for anything and everything to sell on Amazon.com and have made quite a little sum money so far. A partial list of things sold over the past few months:A Walk in the Woods, by Bill Bryson; Unicycle; PDA; Camera batter/charger (separately); Broken camera (unfortunately this was returned); Faith Rewarded - 2004; Boston Red Sox - DVD; Portable wireless PDA keyboardAll

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While not sounding too silly, I find myself ever-increasingly aware of my aging self. For instance, my hands, one of which is pictured above. They're not particularly 'old' looking, however they're not as fit or tight as they once were and I could see the beginnings of wrinkles on them. I'm fully aware of the naturalness behind the process of aging, but it seems to have taken me by storm over

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Anne and I went to the Huntington Theatre last night - a surprist date of sorts. We arrived on time, albeit a bit wet and had quite the seats: upper balcony, row M. But we quickly, as the lights dimmed, swam our way down the the first row balcony as the theatre wasn't too crowded. The play was great - though the actors were quite varied in their ability; a couple were outstanding, a couple

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I feel like this slug. Slow moving. No new job yet. Still working at the Board in Boston, without a slightesst hint of prospect for new employment down in NYC other than the pending transfer to the Board's Brooklyn office. I went to vist the office a few Fridays ago and met with the Regional Director and some other folks. No dress code and dollar-pizza down the block. Not a bad gig. The '

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A bike commute to work leaves one little to complain about. Especially when it's not raining or snowing or excessively windy or trafficky or potholy. This week, will at least prove sunny - a nice respite from last week's consistent downpour. A wet commute is wet. A sunny commute is as pleasurable as it really can get. There's nothing like riding into work knowing that you're not huddled in a

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This is my lovely girlfriend, Anne. (We've been dating for quite a while - around one and a half/two years or so, not really sure.) I felt that since she's such an important part of my life, a blog which did not introduce her would not be a true reflection of who I am. Anne's a Wisconsin native and full of passion for life and human rights. She has been living in Boston for around four years

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So, I spend most of my non-working time at Diesel Cafe in Davis Square. This is a photo of a quite carefully crafted latte. They've perfected the pour. I enjoy the sight almost as much as the espresso drink itself. This is a place for work, for play and great music (though I'm almost invariably listening to my own, the staff's myriad Ipods declare this a venue for a motley of tastes in tunes).

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Well, after two years of courtship under the pretense of an eventual hike, my friend Angela and I went for one. We made it to the Fells here in the Greater Boston area. The hike lasted for roughly 4 hours - mostly on account of our not having a map; something I do not suggest, even for a seemingly non-threatening hike around a resevoir or two. We got lost and luckilly it wasn't the sort of

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Let me start with this: I’m a twenty-seven year old male not living up to his potential, living amongst those living up to theirs. This is my age of angst; of agony and depression. This is the age of the unfortunate little me in the center of the world – NYC. There’s war in a desert. There’s poverty on the corner. There’s suffering everywhere. In all respects, I should be counting myself lucky. I

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A deleted post from 3/17/06.I'm Jobbed . . .So I had a morning and half of one afternoon without a job. I'm jobbed. I start working at a coffee shop this coming Monday. Making 8.50/hour, but I get my own cordouroy hat and free meals during shifts. And my exercise routine is in full steam. Going to Tufts Gym and working out with all of those 18/19 year olds are cause for celebration. Their bodies

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My first day of unemployment. Self-inflicted unemployment, however. I've been working for the Federal Government as an investigator for the past 2 years and have sufficiently witnessed the dimmer-switch gain speed and conviction. The dimmer-switch I speak of is my reflection on self-actualization. I've seen the future. Ask anyone in government service and he or she will tell you, and

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that I've been in a bit of a funk as of late.

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Random events happen instantly and instantly happen randomly. Every instant is remarkable in its infinitesimal probability of having occurred. But every once in a while something happens, which boggles the mind in its complexity as not to be understood as mere coincidence. Two nights ago I was out with a couple of co-workers in Springfield, VT after a particularly long day. We were

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I really don't seem to have an option lately. I've been jumpy as a jumpy bean. Unfortunately what I've been trying to calm my nerves has only enhanced them. I'm going to have to reevaluate my efforts. Last evening Anne and I met up with a few AHC friends at the Green Street Grille in Central Sq. for a few drinks and then headed off to a party of another AHC colleagues'. The dynamic was

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I left work 3 hours early yesterday to prepare for my sushi party - I also was feeling jumpy all day and leaving early fit well with calming a bit. I made my way, via commuter rail, to the Porter Square Exchange Japanese market - Kotobukia (sp?) and consulted the sushi chef there on how much fish to purchase. He suggested 1 &1/2 pounds for 12 people - .5 salmon, .5 tuna, .5 some sort of white

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Or was it green then black? I'm pretty sure it was the latter. Here's the skinny: Old friend, Matt Russell, E-mails me a request. Request being that I meet with his photographer roommate Lawrence. I met with Lawrence at Diesel, coffee shop, and looked at photos of his. He wants me to model for one of his shoots. Naked. And green. Posing as the Incredible Hulk. I say yes. Months pass. Last night,

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I just had an enlightening conversation with a few ladies in my office. They were talking moisturizer when I happened by the front desk. When I betrayed my strict countenance by displaying the truth - I was nonplussed. There were literally countless types of moisturizers. Not only did they reel me in with a few tid bits of terminology, they made mention of elder spackle. (search for QVC and

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Wouldn't it be nice if we could all have a doggy door? A portal for freedom from reality? I envision a portable doggy door whereby one could unleash at any moment he chooses, crawl through it and play. This would be particulary fun for use while waiting on lines or bored to death in pointless office-wide meetings.

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I was recently born. Roughly 27 years ago, my mother went through some excruciating pain. This was called labor. By some wonderous, yet relatively understandable, mechanism called reproduction, my father and mother presumably created me. (This, undoubtedly, was both planned and romantic on their part). And yesterday, I had a surprise breakfast served to me in bed and a birthday chocolate

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My office occupies a small corner of the Tip O'Neil building in Boston, Ma. Within this office is a hat rack, which I've, ever so cleverly, designated my closet. On it I hang shirts, a belt and pants. Of the 7 or 8 shirts I have hanging, 5 or 6 are blue. Of the two pants, one is brown; the other, navy. This creates a dillemma of sorts. That being that I obviously cannot wear my blue shirts

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12/12/0310:22 am: On the lirr. Bags are off. Dad woke me up with less than a start this am as I was roughly tossing through the night. 2 hours later mom woke me up again. Again with less than a start. Fitted with a cough, mom's not been feeling too well. A cranky shower and last minute ends tying later, I was on my way. Dad brought me to the train station, buying me both my ticket and breakfast

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