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Life After Springsteen: April 2009
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Finding meaning when you've already met The Boss. Friday, April 17, 2009. The Wrestler (actually, boxer). Last night, I went to The Golden Gloves Tournament. Does that description sound glib? It shouldn’t. Boxing is fucking awesome. I was tired and grumpy and hungry when I got to. Then all the sudden I was watching a scrappy 112 lb girl kick the crap out of her opponent! Took on Vassilliy Zherebnenko of Kasakhstan it was the Cold War all over again! Pods of Russians throughout the crowd chanted “. I flew...
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Life After Springsteen: The rising
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Finding meaning when you've already met The Boss. Tuesday, May 25, 2010. In an effort to resuscitate this blog, I’m putting on display my newest writing project, a series of exercises from Naomi Epel’s “Observation Deck.” Tonight I drew my first card (meant to “jump start creativity,”) this is what it prompted:. Card #1: ACT SUCCESSFUL –. Welcome to my apartment! All my planters are incredibly breathable. And those are brussels sprouts. Yes, they’re very hard to grow. Would you like a drink? Yes, I still...
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Life After Springsteen: February 2010
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Finding meaning when you've already met The Boss. Monday, February 1, 2010. My best was never good enough. When you no longer care about the Grammys, you’ve lost your capacity for joy. I understand that. Outraged. I sympathize. But those are all feelings, and to have them is thrilling in itself. At least your little heart is pounding. Nk hung from the roof of the Staples Center by a ribbon. What kind of dedication to your craft? Nk fish. How fortunate are we. Now, seriously, fuck Taylor Swift. I was ...
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Life After Springsteen: P!nk: just like a (happy) pill
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Finding meaning when you've already met The Boss. Tuesday, November 17, 2009. Nk: just like a (happy) pill. I hope you guys know, I mean I hope you REALLY know, P! Nk is my “it” girl. I lay in bed on Sunday evening with the TV on, thinking I was staring down the glowing embers of a weekend. I’d hosted a house party, unclogged my drain, called the super to repair my busted fridge. What else was there for me? I thought, until P! Nk’s “Behind the Music”. Burrowed through the haze of my nappiness.
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Life After Springsteen: June 2009
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Finding meaning when you've already met The Boss. Friday, June 26, 2009. Was done away with, gold only retains value based on how beautiful we seem to find it. And it is beautiful. Since gold is so malleable, the bricks have to be mixed with another precious metal to hold their shape. The gold mixers, (who are they? Do they mix it up in a big vat? Do they wear chef’s hats? One brick would change my life! And there are so many down there, over 500,000. Who would know the difference? Could Tricia and Julie...
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Life After Springsteen: Born to read
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Finding meaning when you've already met The Boss. Tuesday, November 17, 2009. Early on in college, I dated a guy whose body odor bore an uncanny resemblance to cat urine. Smells aside, he was a wonderful boy. But I remember suggesting that maybe he shouldn’t ride his bike around so much, as bikes lead to sweat and sweat led to a vivid sense-memory of the corner in my basement where Muffin used to mark her territory. (Do cats mark their territory? Why didn’t I read this book for the marathon? The booked a...
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Life After Springsteen: January 2009
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Finding meaning when you've already met The Boss. Friday, January 30, 2009. But the real reason I shouldn’t be ordering my third not-delicious drink when I have to wake up at 7am is this: I’m broke. Or at least I like to say I’m broke. And it feels almost disrespectful to the friends listening to me whine to chase my money rants with another Blue Moon. What does it really mean to be broke? In-trouble crowd I find myself part of. The people we hated for getting well-paid consulting jobs right out of c...
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Life After Springsteen: February 2009
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Finding meaning when you've already met The Boss. Wednesday, February 25, 2009. The ghost of Tom Joad. Is my life just a flocking from one Weinberg drum solo to another? My adolescence was all about Conan. I even wrote him a letter asking him to my prom. When he didn’t respond, I composed an anthology of tortured-by-Conan haikus that I mailed him as well. The most poignant I turned in as an assignment for English class:. I wrote you letters. Saying “come to my school dance,”. Thursday, February 12, 2009.
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Life After Springsteen: March 2009
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Finding meaning when you've already met The Boss. Tuesday, March 31, 2009. I’m tired of the emails and the texts and the phone calls. You want to know so badly, people? Alright, I’ll tell you. But you’re not gonna like it. A little background for those of you out there who don’t know the intimate details of my day-to-day: I work for The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. Two weeks ago this Thursday, The Boss himself appeared as our guest. 8221; box set playing on my laptop. But what can I tell you? That’...
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Life After Springsteen: March 2011
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Finding meaning when you've already met The Boss. Friday, March 11, 2011. Prove it all night. A couple of weeks ago, I decided to try and shave 2 minutes off my mile run. We never had anything like the Presidential Fitness Challenge. The point is, while I may run a shitty mile, I could maybe take out a dangerous criminal if they were at very close range and happened to be robbing the bow and arrow store where I’d dipped in to use the bathroom. This is going to be WAY worse. I’m going to (gasp) puke!
