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Proof it Sometimes Pays to Do Nothing — a very short story

Tuesday, 7:33 or so in the pm; if one tried, the barest hints of the passing day were still visible (or maybe that was just wishful thinking). Groceries slung over my shoulders, nestled safely inside my unintentionally socially conscious canvas … Continue reading

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Brighton beach memoirs

Ventured out to Brighton today to gather with some colleagues; this was the view from our Brighton colleague’s flat: What must be the sensation of looking out and seeing the tide ebb and flow ad infinitum just steps away? … … Continue reading

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When I’m 62…

…I want to be able to rock as hard as Ann Wilson does in this Heart tribute to Led Zeppelin. She literally brings Robert Plant to tears. It’s that good. From this year’s Kennedy Center Honors.

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today’s playlist

Those of us who write — for work, for play, for all the bits in between — think and talk to a great degree about voice. But so rarely in all that talk is there discussion of what the damn … Continue reading

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reclaiming my “seine”

thanks to k, this is where i spent my saturday afternoon. the full story coming soon…!            

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urban splendor

Tucked away on East 51st street. A perfect spot to enjoy a steaming hot, freshly baked, 9-grain Ess-a-bagel with M. Unparalleled.

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after the rain

Earlier this week, storm clouds — cirrus, I think, with their thin, layered, sheetlike behavior — tumbled through overhead to deliver to our region the gifts of rain that mimicked the clouds by falling in sheets, unruly winds, and the … Continue reading

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Plucked and re-seeded

It’s not the heat that hits me first, it’s the promise of a different temperature that the pilot announces a short while before our descent into the Philadelphia airport. His voice is nasal in tone — but not nearly as … Continue reading

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jubileetion

snaps from around town on day one of the extended jubilee celebration. there seems to be no shortage of bunting — yes, i learned what bunting was, finally; seems to be the price of admission, this summer anyway — nor … Continue reading

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Not a bad way to start the day

Goldberg variations. On the steel drums. Underground in the metro.

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split personality

as if the clouds were literally being peeled away, as if the sky couldn’t stand to be separated from the city streets any longer, the blue hues found a way to shine through. climate schizophrenia? sign of the apocalypse? (for … Continue reading

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must do lists

We all have them, must do lists that we enact even if we aren’t aware of them. That list of things we do to acclimate ourselves in new surroundings. For some, it’s connecting with friends and family, for others it’s … Continue reading

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sometimes you feel like a cut

It’s a fact. If I’m stressed or in a rut, I run out and get my hair cut. Unintended awkward rhyming couplet aside, the fact remains that chopping my locks, however short they may already be, has a rejuvenating effect. … Continue reading

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Kerala Travelogue 2

The chilly wind whipping outside my window curtly reminds me that I’m squarely back in the grasp of the northern hemisphere, much farther north of the equator than I was just hours earlier. Limited email access and constant moving around … Continue reading

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on a train platform

She — with her cordovan, knee-high boots cinched with brass buckles, reads a magazine while adjusting her long, auburn hair, clutching a black leather notebook with her hand. The man with peppered hair to match his salty manner, tucked into … Continue reading

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