This, Summer…

There are cherry stains on my fingers. I stopped in the Union Square farmer’s market to select, sample and salivate over the fruits on offer. Of course, I tried the cherries. I see the tiny stains like temporary birthmarks across my fingertips and walk past the gated and locked Grammercy Park. You can get inside…

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Thunder and Yoga

There was a storm the other night. One of those big summer storms that usually happens in August after a week of increasingly humid and desperate weather. The air itself will form droplets and adhere to hair, making it curl, skin, making it slick, and clothing, removing its freshness. People think I’m crazy because I…

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I Smile at People When I Run

I don’t remember who said it, but at some point it was expressed that “when you see a lot of runners, they look absolutely miserable.” First thing in the morning, this doesn’t seem as apparent, but I’ve done the Central Park loop many times and spied people who have the affect of one about to…

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Seven Nation Army

Watching the world cup is a weird and wonderful experience. Grown men cry, people yell at a screen, there are copious laughs, beers consumed, post-match shots ordered in celebration or commiseration, and costumes that seem to make no sense to one who is not part of that particular, costume-wearing collective. I’ve watched Argentina play against…

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Friends, Readers, Welcome

Hello. This thing is most certainly turned on, so I won’t bore you all while I embarrassingly ramble and test the volume. I know enough about sound and the music industry such that I have eliminated any chance of feedback. My voice, and yes, there is a touch of a British accent, please hold all…

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