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Sit Still

I woke up thinking I should spend this day writing. Typing. Stringing words together in effluvious wellsprings of vapid array. Looking out the window I see a young woman walking her dog. Another person of (from this distance)...

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Tower Records

Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2012 17:40:27 -0500 (EST) From: mark thomas To: *** Subject: Re: [Contact] hi, *** Oh, yeah, I think I remember TO. He was the drummer? The problem I had with re-connecting with the Tower folks is that I never...

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July, 2009.

She crawled into bed with me, naked, refusing to let me kiss or touch her, calling me a creep for having these thoughts. She left bed and went to the kitchen. I followed her standing but not fully exited from the bed, as if the...

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We Had Mutual Friends. I Cannot Remember Who.

Took me way longer than it should have to remember who this archived text message was from. “Thx again for a nice time:). Maybe when we are less under influence, we can continue working on some music together. That was...

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The Desk In My Bedroom on Main Street, Oberlin Ohio, USA, 1989-1990

I might have kept that upside-down “PERISHABLE FRESH FRUIT” box because of its sturdiness. And the cassettes. Might still have those, too. That’s a silver double-cassette boom box (Magnavox?) on the far bottom left. That thing rocked. I remember blasting Paganini, Alkan, Pabst, Busoni, and the gratuitous 19th/20th virtuosi, ghetto-style, across the firmament of Main […]

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Do Not Call 814-351-9579 or 469-646-0884

I intended to craft a detailed explanation of how I determined that a couple of strange emails were nothing but spam, albeit with a somewhat novel (to me, at least) twist. But the details of examining email headers and running...

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Kismet Involving the Sinatræ

Last week a friend emailed a link to a story about Frank Sinatra’s burial site. Toward the end of the story, just as I was starting to ask why the hell this was sent to me (I’m no Frank Sinatra groupie) the last...

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Breakage

Flat on the pavement, its silver raised numbers glistening in the sunlight, I found a TD Bank gift card in the middle of a quiet Astoria side street. Intending to make some effort to identify the person who lost it and return it...

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At the Bar. July, 2012.

I took this picture in 2012 thinking, perhaps fearing, that this is what I would look like ten years on. I still have a bit of paunch but my gut has mostly held court, the concave suppressing the convex.

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Anything To Say? Incoherent Rambles.

Strange moment of kismet the other day. A friend emailed a link to a story about Frank Sinatra’s habit of carrying 10 dimes everywhere he went in case he needed to make payphone calls. Moments later I went downstairs and...

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Wheelspinning

I’ve been wandering through digiKam, an open source media viewer and editor I discovered recently. It’s pretty good stuff all around, though not without its quirks and annoyances. I’m on a pretty boss PC but...

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Goodbye, #s 15 & 16

When I was told I had to have a tooth pulled I responded inappropriately. I acted as if the dentist had just told me I had 2 weeks to live. I could tell he was looking at me like, wtf? People lose teeth. Here’s some middle-aged...

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One of the Random Things I Love About Cemeteries

Where else would you find, in the same room, Charles Atlas, John Gotti, and Mario Cuomo? Nowhere. Such a strange juxtaposition of individuals, but that’s a cemetery for you. I was not intending to stake out famous people...

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Walkers Walk.

Staring into space today. No thoughts, just a calm numbness in which time is wasted. Cannot focus on one thing over another. Presently I am processing 3 stramble videos from the past days. Stramble? you ask? A word I coined...

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Can’t Stop Accumulating

This is the third day in a row I woke up thinking I’d buy a 7-day unlimited MetroCard and spend the week bolting all over town. I do this a few times a year. Today I planned to canvas parts of Throgs Neck and neighboring...

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Dream Scream

At present I am watching video of myself sleeping. Listening, actually, more than watching. I woke up screaming from a dream last night, and I am curious to hear what it sounded like. In the dream someone pulled a knife on me. I...

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Tested Again

I got tested again for Covid-19 yesterday. I remain negative, and had no reason to expect otherwise, save for the fact that I went to the first bar I’ve gone to in three years last week, and it was a somewhat crowded and...

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Don’t Know What That WYZE Spam Was

Somehow a post-by-email bit I sent at 5:07am got posted and posted and posted over and over. I don’t know what the hell that was but if anyone’s RSS feed got spammed with that please accept my apologies. It looks...

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Poke Poke

Once in a while I poke around this website, following the related content links to stuff from a decade ago, or from last week. Technically this site has elements of the wasteland that becomes any site after 25+ years. Broken...

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Fixed

It took a while for me to realize that the postings from my cell phone were not going through. The Postie WordPress plugin’s debug screens returned nothing useful, just an unhelpful message saying there was a...

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Astoria Go Boom

No one was hurt but a lot of people were shaken up by a series of explosions on Broadway near 31st Street in Astoria yesterday. I heard one explosion from about 2 blocks away and even from that distance it shook my innards. The...

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Apologistas Calling

Calls have been coming in, about a dozen a day, to the original phone number for the old Apology Line. 212-255-2748 was the first and, for most of Apology’s run, the only phone number for the line. I acquired it about a...

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TEEEN

This sign drove me crazy a couple of days ago. I’d never seen or heard the word “TEEN” used as a descriptor for food, so I had no idea what this misspelled word was supposed to be. TWEEN? KEEN? Now I know there...

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Showerless

No hot water. No shower yet. 12 noon. This hasn’t happened in a long time, save for the annual boiler cleaning, when a planned lack of hot water is announced days ahead of time. My daily shower, sometimes showers, became...

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M72 Bus Transfer 1994

I forgot how detailed these bus transfer slips were in 1994. So much to read. Today it’s simply “Free transfer local to local.”

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Got on the Wrong Bus…

Got on the wrong bus today and ended up at the Hutchinson River Parkway and Lafayette Avenue, across the street from Saint Raymond’s Cemetery. I’d only entered St. Raymond’s two or three times, years ago, on...

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