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  • Three Down, Seven To Go.

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    I started writing a long, long post about yesterday. And then it began to bore me. So I’m certain it’d have bored everyone else as well. Some of you may or may not remember the story from about three years ago where I cut my pointer finger so badly they had to remove the fingernail…

  • Oops! I Crapped My Pants.

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    I went to the gym today. Toby had some business to take care of at the Social Security office in downtown Brooklyn. I figured I’d drive him there and since there is a New York Sports Club in Park Slope I figured I’d take the opportunity and work out for an hour or so. And…

  • Crash 17. (X-Rated Car. X-Rated for Violence.)

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    On Monday, my commute was particularly awful. For those of you who are living outside of New York City, we’re days away from facing a transit-wide strike. Which would pretty much cripple the city. It’d be like taking away a New Yorker’s sight for a few hours each day. I would have no real way…

  • The Horror. The Horror.

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    The other night, I decided to look through old photographs. And by “old” I mean from 2001 (not that old). Please, if you ever take anything you read on here seriously, embrace the next sentence with both hands: Do not take a walk down memory lane especially if you’re premenstrual. The good news is, I’m…

  • Death Cab For Cutie

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    First of all, saying the words “Death Cab For Cutie” to any one who hasn’t ever heard of them before is kind of weird. What the hell does that mean? Where did they come up with that? Who’s Cutie? I’m not entirely sure. But, wait, have you ever heard of The Postal Service? You mean…

  • Dear Live Music Show,

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    My name is Michele. I’ve been a patron of yours since I was a thirteen year old. (Actually, if you count that time I saw John Denver, I’ve been a patron since I was 5.) I’m 31 now and for some reason I still continue to visit you. Last night, however, something inside of me…

  • The Origin of Grudge

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    I hold grudges. I’m not sure when this began, but I do. I hold grudges. I don’t hold that many. And I’m not even sure I can justify the ones I do hold. But I hold them. I hold just enough to go without dropping them. They’re not heavy. They’re just there. Years ago, I…

  • The Wojcik Curse

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    Many years ago, after my grandfather passed away, Toby Joe and I inherited his couch. The couch is (forgive me, mother) sort of ugly. While it’s comfortable, it’s also a little homely. It’s green and blue and there are tiny gold diamonds all over it. Of course, it doesn’t help that the cats, specifically a…

  • My Hearstory.

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    (Sorry, but this is really boring and long.) When I was a baby (not that I remember it) I had serious ear problems. This was a memory handed down to me by my mother. I’d like to think I remember the pain and that’s why I have issues today, but I don’t. I’m sure I…

  • We Gonna Have a Real Good Time Last Night.

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    Last night, I met Missy at Von for a few beers. And then we went to Bontanica and had a few more beers. There, we were joined by Toby and a coworker of his as well as my brother, Ryan. We also ran into an old friend, Jimmy but he left right away because he…