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#603: Read The Goldfinch

You know the feeling when you look around you and wonder if there’s something really, seriously wrong with you because you don’t seem to fit in with the rest of the human race?

Maybe I’m projecting here–I admit I have that feeling not so infrequently.  The most recent and strongest catalyst was reading The Goldfinch.

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Posted by on March 31, 2014 in Books

 

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#602: Studio Square

I’d heard the “new” beer garden in Astoria (new in that it was created a few years ago, vs. the old beer garden that was, up until a few years ago, the only reason most Manhattanites had even heard of the neighborhood) was more club-like and less hanging-out-in-a-backyard-like. From the moment I walked in and had my ID scanned at the door, as well as my bag checked, I understood why Studio Square has that reputation.

However, if you hang out at the tables near the door and play board games all evening on a depressingly pouring Saturday night, you’ll experience a perfectly decent atmosphere. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on March 30, 2014 in NYC

 

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#601: Irish Rover

I don’t usually play trivia.  Why?  I’ll give you a hint: it’s not because I’m just so good at it that I don’t want to make others feel stupid.

So, having been coerced into playing last night, I tried to think positively.  “Maybe they’ll have a category about Friends,” I thought.

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Posted by on March 28, 2014 in NYC

 

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#600: Read at a reading

It was the launch party for a new literary magazine (I think) called DenimSkin.  A friend had found out about it from a flyer in her apartment building in Harlem.  It was late into the night.  The open bar was closed.  People were drunk.  People were stoned.  The line for the one-person bathroom was long.

The room was emptying out, the snacks were gone, and the host whose back pocket held the slip of paper on which I’d written my name at the beginning of the night to sign up had left the building a half hour before.

But this was about to be my 600th new thing, and it had to be good.  Yes, for you, my readers, but also for me, a girl from Ohio who declared at age 2, as recorded in her baby book at her mother’s house in the suburbs, “I feel shy.”

I stepped up to the mike and started reading something I’d printed out at work earlier that day, written a couple of years ago.  It was something they didn’t expect, after a night of poetry, serious literary readings, and music: an essay called My Bladder and Me. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on March 22, 2014 in People

 

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#599: Run while sick

Sometimes I do things just to see what will happen.  Like when I quit my job without another job lined up a few years ago–I wanted to see if I would fumble into ruin or fly into glory.  What actually happened was less dramatic than either of those outcomes, which I should have guessed, but I had to try it just to see.

So when I had a terrible cold yesterday–we’re talking the struggling to breathe, unable to sleep because your nose is running constantly, sneezing with a violence you didn’t know you were capable of, and working from home because you don’t want to inflict your disgustingness on the unassuming public type of cold, which many with a better-working immune system than mine would call terribly sick–my instinct was not to run. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on March 19, 2014 in Sports

 

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#598: The Dreadful Project

It’s supposed to be something traditionally terrifying, I think, since the sketchbook project’s latest project is sponsored by Showtime’s upcoming series, Penny Dreadful.  So you’re supposed to create something creepy or spooky or skin-crawlingly awful.

And I did.

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Posted by on March 18, 2014 in People

 

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#597: Play adult kickball

The last time I played kickball–and I mean actually played, vs. stood there counting down the minutes until middle school gym class was over–I was probably 9 years old.  The field was my backyard.  My teammates consisted of my 7 year old brother, 12 year old sister, and infinite “ghost men,” which were used as stand-ins since we didn’t have enough players to make up even one team.

Thinking back on it, it was impressive that we could create something even slightly resembling a real game of kickball, considering there were only 2 people on one team and 1 on the other.  But we had outs, and innings, and we kept score.

Or I should say, to be more accurate, my sister kept score.  My older sister was always the team captain, the score keeper, and, most importantly, the controller of the ghost men. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on March 16, 2014 in Sports

 

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