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I’ve been exhausted for the last couple of weeks. I had a pretty good schedule going for awhile: up at 6 am, do some kind of exercise, shower/coffee, work, etc., in bed by 10 pm. But for the past 14 days or so, that’s all gone to
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I had a whole thing, coming out of the holidays, a lot of notes, but I figure I’ll put it off for a week or so and collect myself a bit, as I assume most everyone is doing. Sometimes when it comes up that I read and write poetry,
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Elle Magazine recently published an essay about journalist Christie Smythe’s romantic relationship with known medicine criminal Martin Shkreli. I read two or three paragraphs of the piece, which seemed perfectly well-written, before closing it and reading something about Fernando Rodney, who is 43 and currently pitching in the Dominican
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A couple months ago, I set a goal of running 219 miles—the distance between the Boston Marathon finish line and my apartment in Brooklyn—by Christmas. As of this writing, I’ve run 205 miles, and it looks like I’ll finish in a few days. It’s sort
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Something I’ve been seeing in, or perhaps projecting onto the books I’m currently reading, is a desire for a different perspective. As we approach a year of relative solitude, a year in which the lion’s share of our time was spent in one place, seeing things from
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This week, I’m just sharing one poem I’ve been working on. I hope everyone has a pleasant, relaxing Thanksgiving. November Another storm takes aim. Ghost trail of cuts & scrapes, cold basketball courts & the moon, which is a drain clogged dead with leaves, our home. The air
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We’re three days into this week and it’s already a doozy, so today’s installment returns to a format I used briefly in Tuesday Series 2. From a production standpoint, it allows me to do several things at once and still send something, because I don’t need
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For all the righteous ecstasy of watching Trump lose, the relief of a vote that told us a not-exactly-insignificant majority of people in this country seem to prefer decency and capability to abject cruelty and stupidity, Joe Biden’s victory doesn’t really feel like a victory to me. It
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The post originally drafted for this Tuesday was composed of more than 1,500 words on a pair of sneakers I may or may not have ruined carrying garbage from my back patio to the front of my apartment building. While I maintain that it was a good post, the
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Apologies for the lateness of this week’s installment. The World Series threw off my schedule. Congratulations to the fucking Los Angeles Dodgers. About a week ago, I got a notification from the New York Times on my phone that caught my attention. I’ve turned off most superfluous notifications,
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I feel like I should explain: This week’s baseball gif features pitcher Josh Collmenter’s pet hamster, Slider, who served as the Arizona Diamondbacks mascot in 2015. Slider would occasionally roll into postgame interviews, which was adorable. The Rays and Dodgers begin the bizarro 2020 World Series tonight (Dodgers
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The only thing I ever wanted to be was a baseball player. Thankfully, when I was in the third grade, Mrs. Ryan helped us write, edit, illustrate, print, and publish our own stories. Mine was called “Toothman.” It was about a superhero with very strong teeth. I wasn’t a