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The one with the plague
Let's just say I fell off the wagon. I was pretty good christmas eve for the feast of the seven fishes, only sampling the calamari panzanella and the tuna ceviche and the steamers and lobsters and shrimp and scallops and crab soup. It was a fun ... Read more
The one with the food addiction and the holiday traditions
I love food.
Yeah. I get it all of you "food is just fuel for your body" people, the ones who can like clockwork just take in some exacting amount of calories with perfect balance with little regard to taste, texture, or tradition. You are ... Read more
The one with the iron and the reflection on a good week
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I watched people walking briskly, seeking shelter and warmth when the snow came down in large flakes. It clung to my jacket and hair and held onto the grasses, but left the walkway largely ... Read more
The One Where the Gym becomes a Teenage Nightclub
I am a morning workout person.
Shhhh. Don't tell anyone. Particularly anyone I've known prior to 2013. Those are the people who, when suggesting a discussion with me prior to 8:30am, came bearing coffee and allowed a minimum of ten minutes ... Read more
The one where I get all emotional
yeah. yesterday. ugh.
I mean, not ugh. But ugh. you know.
See, it was vetrans day, and I sort of just put that in the dark recesses of my brain and went about my business. That consisted mostly of spending my morning, to the extent I c... Read more
The one about Falling off the Wagon in Maine and not regretting it one bit...
I spent the weekend in Maine. I flew off to Manchester, NH on Friday and then got in a car and drove to this quaint bed and breakfast with my wife to celebrate our fifteenth anniversary.
It was expensive as hell and way over the to... Read more
The one with the Boss Song and the Attitude Adjustment
So I'm in the steam room talking to this guy Tom, an old retiree who is the center of the social life of the gym locker room in the mornings. He is loud and wonderful, always with a smile, and sharing jokes with everyone. Once you're on Tom's go... Read more
The one with the very poorly articulated new beginnings thing
My weekend was lovely. Well, except for the vaguely sick kids. Not totally sick. Not like, throw up all over the place sick. More like waking up in the night and feeling generally ungood and dry cough sick. Each day was pretty much kidstuff -- r... Read more
The one with the keystone habits
Yeah. So new job. Which is fun, but also sucks. That's how it is to be starting new. There is never enough time in the day and you never feel like you're going to get over that hump of learning new. I will, and it's an awesome new job, new possi... Read more
The one with the 80's throwback and the alumni frat party
Saturday morning I woke up and decided I wanted to get a little "light workout" on.
Light workout in this case was a three or four hour walk through longwood gardens with my kids. First, it's a great way to get the kids out of my wife's hai... Read more
The one with the early morning hot date...
You know how when you need to wake up for something you're up earlier than the alarm.
Yeah. This morning.
What was I waking up for? What was this thing I had to be so on time for? I had a hot date with this incredibly attractive, abso... Read more
The one where he works through the pain and finds his pleasure
It's all in the shadows.
The mornings are filled with them. The way the earth is lit by nothing more than a reflection and the distant horizon. The way my room is lit only with the faded light of a nightlight in the bathroom and the distant... Read more
The one that is new and ouchie
The alarm goes off at five fifty. I am up and out of the bed and off to pull on some clothing. It's a half drunkards walk, albeit minus the prerequisite alcohol that often drives such things. I stumble more than walk. I seek without lights for a... Read more
The one with Metal and Lace and Words and Stuff
I was walking to a friends house last night. He just tapped the keg of his home-brewed Witbeer and I thought I could use a beer and he asked if I wanted to stop by and try it at the bus-stop yesterday morning, and yesterday was one of those days... Read more
The one with the story and the heavy metal and the eating
I tell stories. It's sort of what I do.
Life is a rich tapestry of events, of thoughts and feelings and philosophy. A dense set of fibers, creating a texture to your experiences. Beneath each thread on the surface, a fabric of what's benea... Read more