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#699: Ride a motorcycle

There are a few things I always swore I’d never do. Eat pickles on purpose. Get a tattoo. Ride a motorcycle.  I have very good reasons for not doing these things (they’re disgusting; I’m really sensitive to pain; I like being alive).

And yet.

I did the third one. Which you know, since you read the title of this post.

What you may not know is that I was more nervous than before riding the tallest roller coaster in the world. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on October 19, 2014 in NYC


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#443: Read The Fault in Our Stars

Sometimes I sleep naked.  Sometimes it’s because it’s hot.  Sometimes it’s because I’m exercising one of the many excellent rights one has as a person living alone.  Sometimes, it just feels like too much of an effort to put on any type of clothing after peeling off the ones I’ve been wearing throughout the day’s trials.

Whenever I consider going to bed without clothes on, I briefly think about what would happen if there were a fire or some other kind of accident in the middle of the night and I had to quickly leave my apartment. Occasionally, this flicker of foresight will cause me to rethink the nakedness and tug on at least a T-shirt.  Other times, I say screw it (usually not out loud) and slip into bed with nothing between my skin and the sheets.

I’m telling you this because I feel like it represents the conflict we all go through every day, which is the same one that’s at the heart of this book I just read. Read the rest of this entry »

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Posted by on April 27, 2013 in Books


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