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  • Inquiring Asses Want to Know.

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    Most everyone hates sitting on urine. And if you’re a woman who pees outside of the house more than once a year you’re bound to have noticed the ever so prevalent splatter that covers toilet seats across the United States of America. It’s one of the small things about the breaking down of the Social…

  • This Is Not My Beautiful Life. Or, Is It?

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    It seems like lifetimes ago that Toby Joe and I were living in D.C. It seems like a lifetime ago we then picked up everything and moved to San Francisco. And it seems like not so long ago we were packing everything back up and moving back to New York City. And it seems that…

  • Beacon

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    Toby Joe and I took Friday off and headed up to Beacon, New York to check out the town. (We’ve been toying with moving upstate so we can make hundreds of babies and adopt thousands of cats and drink honey and eat tea and grow stuff.) Beacon is about an hour north on Metro North.…

  • What Do You Say, We Give the Term Pro-Life New Meaning.

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    Before I start this post, I need everyone to know that while I am pro-choice, I’m not pro-baby-killer. I like babies. They’re a little funny looking being bald and all, but I like them. The tornado that recently swept through the Midwest killing at least 21 people was a tragedy. Nature hasn’t been very kind…

  • Drunk Drivers and Crackheads, I Will Cut You.

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    On Saturday, Toby Joe and I left the house to get some grocery shopping in. I, of course, had to wash the car because she looks much sexier when she’s cleaned. We were driving down McGuiness Boulevard when Toby Joe noticed something. “It seems that some crackhead may have broken off our antenna.” “WHAT?! YOU’RE…

  • The New Yorker? Or The New Yorker?

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    Sometimes, while I’m reading the New Yorker, I get confused. I don’t get confused by the editorials. Nor do I get confused by the interviews. It’s those damn reviews that throw me off sometimes. I’ll be reading something, perhaps it’s a review of a new TV show or movie, and I know how he or…

  • The Message.

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    Yesterday, Soung, Kim and I met at Enid’s for brunch. The three of us are Penn State Graphic Design alumni. It had been nearly 4 years since I last saw Kim. Even though I don’t see her very often, she’s the type of person I feel privileged to know. Kim works for a massive cellular…

  • Pavlov Cries Wolf.

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    I played a lot of soccer as a kid. I was actually pretty damn good at it, too. Sure, I couldn’t jump rope, dance, cheerlead (although I tried), do backbends, splits, or dress up very well. But I could play a mean game of soccer, softball, and basketball. Even though I usually played right wing…

  • Roaches

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    A few weeks ago, Toby and I were eating at one of our favorite Indian restaurants, Brick Lane. I had just finished my meal and the waiter cleared the plates. I went to grab my water when I noticed a baby roach running madly around the table. I lifted the water glass and put back…

  • Moscow Cats Theatre

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    I just purchased two tickets to see The Moscow Cats Theatre perform in Tribecca on October 14th. The performance combines my most favorite living creatures with on of my most feared: cats and clowns, respectively. (Damn New York Times helping me throw away my savings.)