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Throw It Out

When Sarah and I moved from Sunnyside to the city we had eleven telephone cords. Eleven. I had saved every single free cord bundled with phones. We recently had a big argument over how many vases we needed. Coincidentally, we had eleven. The point I’m trying to make is, we’re pack rats. But we’re trying to change. I really envy the people who travel through life lightly. Possessions, especially knick knacks and souvenirs that you may never look at, are just added baggage to carry around.…

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Here Comes The Sun

I went up on my roof to try and learn “Here Comes The Sun” by The Beatles. While I was up there, one of my neighbors came up to fly his awesome little electric helicopter.    I so want one of these, but I’m going to maintain a healthy disinterest for financial reasons. The last thing I need is another expensive hobby.…

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Nutmeg…no, we’re not friends.

Can I quote one of my old song lyrics?   Friendship is spending time, it’s both a means and end, so if you’ve got no time, then we’re no longer friends.  I’ve always had a lot of acquaintances. Drinking buddies, movie buddies, show buddies, scene buddies, work buddies, etc. If your definition of friendship is loose enough, you might argue that I’ve had hundreds of friends. Facebook suggests that I have 128 friends, which is a decent number I guess.…

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GPS Finally works for the Samsung Saga on Verizon Wireless

So far I’m loving my the Samsung Saga which I got as a replacement for my series of broken Samsung i760s. Unfortunately, Verizon Wireless were up to there usual shenanigans and they purposefully disabled both GPS and Windows Live connectivity in the phone’s ROM. I had a copy of the Windows Live bits sitting around, but I was unable to find any kind of hack to get the GPS working.…

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My New Token Tattoo

After a four or five year hiatus, I’ve gotten the tattoo bug big time in 2009. Today I got another piece from Guy Ursitti at Daredevil Tattoo:     I grew up on Long Island, but my heart has always been in the city. As a child, my grandmother Nancy and I made frequent trips into the city on the LIRR. I distinctly remember her disdainfully mocking the type of Long Islanders who were proud to never venture into the city.…

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Magic Blanket

I zoned out while taking a shower and this popped into my head:   Sometimes I dream of a magic blanket I dream of pulling it over my head and the part that makes the blanket magic is the part that makes me dead…

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Is this thing on?

So, I signed up for Google Analytics because my current host offers automatic setup. I also seem to have stopped getting all of the spam attempts now that I’m using WordPress instead of Movable Type. The end result? I can now determine at a high level of accuracy that no one reads this site other than me. Like millions of other bloggers, I am literally whistling in the wind. That’s kind of zen in a rock garden, sand painting type of way, isn’t it?…

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