tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89602591855798166282024-03-14T03:44:44.571-04:00Single in the City...or, better known as the last unmarried thirty-something renter in Southie...Karinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766648201390810986noreply@blogger.comBlogger1000125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-61144656453877997282012-05-25T22:16:00.001-04:002012-05-25T22:28:06.834-04:00A Thousand (and Outta Here)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">
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One friend said:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>don’t stress it, just stop it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Meanwhile, my brain said I had to give you an explanation of why I’m stopping it while my gut told me to not be an overdramatizing cliché.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the end I wanted to write 1000 words for my 1000<sup>th</sup> post but then feared that might end up being tedious and nauseating to all of us.</div>
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(FYI:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s 754, give or take a few. Feels long enough, right? Right!)</div>
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So instead:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m hoping what comes out here on the Friday night before summer, from the 28<sup>th</sup> floor of the John Hancock tower looking out onto a purple sunset, strikes the balance.</div>
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Starting with me thanking you for reading this blog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> You did. You let me overuse ellipses and sentence fragments and declarations starting with "and".</span></div>
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You tolerated my training for 4 of 9 marathons ... <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-run-18-lucky-seven.html">Boston</a>, <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/11/long-run-18-lucky-seven.html">Philadelphia </a>and <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry-to-be-lame.html">DC</a> and, almost, <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2012/05/30-days-to-go.html">Stockholm</a>.</div>
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You liked <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/05/rules-for-going-out-in-southie-on.html">my legs</a>. (1000 pageviews, baby.)</div>
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You read a whopping <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search/label/fun%20with%20%28lack%20of%29%20sleep">43 posts about my insomnia</a>, as well as all the ones I forgot to tag because I (obviously) hadn’t slept enough. </div>
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You <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/06/patio-chronicles-cont.html">sat on my patio with me at 1:24 a.m</a>. and admired <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/05/clean-and-quiet.html">the basil and impatiens</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once we <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2008/08/jethro-tull-serenade.html">listened to Jethro Tull together</a> and I’ve not listened to them since.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Have you?)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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You let me sell you on <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-because-i-can.html">Charlie Brown</a> and <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/05/opening-night.html">Secret Garden</a> and <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2012/04/shameless-plug.html">Jason Robert Brown musicals</a> and, occasionally, showed up at the shows. You saw me<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/04/sort-of-piano-of-ones-own.html"> buy my first piano</a>. You believe I can play the piano (don't you?), many without ever having heard me do it.</div>
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You tolerated my <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search/label/Bikini%20Challenge">bikini challenges</a> and my <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search/label/Weight%20Watchers">weight loss attempts</a> and my <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/03/bikini-challenge-week-ix-damn-cereal.html">cereal binges</a> (and my <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/05/bikini-challenge-bv-off-wagon-and-back.html">copious apologies for them after the fact</a>).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You tolerated 18 (and maybe more) <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search/label/Inexplicable%20need%20to%20take%20pictures%20of%20my%20feet">Inexplicable Photos of My Feet</a> and never asked why. (Still inexplicable, BTW.) You let me <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search?q=Penis">use the word penis</a> as often as I wanted.</div>
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You heard me say<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/06/kiss-for-road.html"> kissing C-2 is better than just about anything in the world </a>and didn’t throw up because of its idealism….or at least hid it from me if you have.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You didn’t chastise me <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/03/closure-of-fashion.html">for going back to him</a>, and <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/11/forgiveness.html">back</a>, and b<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2012/04/return-remembering.html">ack</a>. You didn't know his name doesn't even start with C. No, I'm not going to tell you what it <em>does</em> start with.</div>
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You didn’t ask for more information about the <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search?q=San+Francisco">Man from San Francisco</a>, despite my reticence to share details about him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He is still in the picture, by the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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You didn’t give me a hard time for having (at least)<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search/label/what%20single%20girls%20do%20on%20weekends%20when%20they%20don%27t%20have%20dates"> 86 weekends where I was without a date</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or for shamelessly <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-talk-me-baby.html">transcribing OKC Instant Messenger chats</a>.</div>
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You let me turn <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/03/bikini-challenge-d-day.html">36.</a> Then <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/03/dateline-thirty-seven-32210.html">37</a>. Then <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-good-thing.html">38</a>. Then <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2012/03/thirty-nine.html">39</a>. </div>
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You’ve met my <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-talk-me-baby.html">mom</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/10/sweet-talk-me-baby.html">Bobbo</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(The ever-awesome) <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/10/martha-chronicles-i-introduction.html">Martha</a>, on many occasions. The sisters <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/03/birthday-shout-out-big-sis.html">older</a> and <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/12/birthday-shout-out-fellow-dancer.html">younger</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-ii-for-karaoke-and-pbr.html">Joshua</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>J<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-of-friends.html">ustin</a>. <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-couple-girls-cross-posting.html">Student Driver</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-easy.html">Balint</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/05/friend-who-blogs.html">Bill</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/07/otherwise-engaged.html">Cousin J</a>. <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20CFO">The CFO</a>. Many, many others.</div>
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You let me <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search/label/Southie%20idiosyncracies">bitch about Southie</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And an <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-it-wont-start-drama-in-3-days-and.html">ancient vehicle</a> I refuse to replace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-mean-really.html">parking tickets</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-i-love-living-in-this-city-part-68.html">parking</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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You took my recommendations for <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search/label/Theme%20Songs">good songs</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes for <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search?q=Poem">good poems</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You never told me if you liked them (or even read them) … but that’s ok.</div>
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You went with me to<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/06/vacation-journal-ii-spa.html"> Hungary</a>, <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-days-4-nights.html">San Francisco</a>, west coast <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2012/03/southward-ho.html">Florida</a>, <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/01/va-cay-oy-vay.html">Minneapolis</a>, the <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/07/dateline-cando-nd-7409.html">North Dakota prairies.</a></div>
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You tasted <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2012/03/lucky-friday.html">Pretty Things Baby Tree</a> and <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/03/bikini-challenge-week-viii-wtf.html">PBR</a> and homemade <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/10/super-scary.html">Altbier</a> and <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/12/greetings-from-minnesota.html">Grain Belt</a> and <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/12/greetings-from-minnesota.html">Left Hand Milk Stout</a> and <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/08/lessons-from-pair-of-likely-final-chats.html">Guinness</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunday-night-beer.html">Guinness</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/06/well-that-happened.html">Guinness</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-it-follows-that.html">Guinness</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/03/friday-or-short-tale-in-19-scenes.html">Guinness</a>. (Yeah. Guinness should have had its own tag, I'm seeing.)</div>
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And for all that, what is there still to say?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But thanks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For being my friends, my critics, my motivation for observing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My motivation for drinking too much.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For staying up too late.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For whining.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For chatting with 21-year-old penis-pictures and female wrestlers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For trying to be good at things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For trying to get better and for trying to excuse bad habits and for never really trying to sleep enough.</div>
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You can write me at sage (dot) risotto (at) gmail (dot) com (if we’re not already Facebook friends) and you want to stay in touch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I promise to write back if you promise not to creep me out. I promise to tell you when the inspiration returns and when I start writing .... something ... again.</div>
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-21705065676390836842012-05-15T20:15:00.000-04:002012-05-15T20:35:36.182-04:00Screenshot: An Analysis.May 4 was the 4-year anniversary of this blog and this post is the 999th entry. <br />
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But today I did something for -- I swear -- the first time in Single in the City's history: googled <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/">southiesingle.blogspot.com</a>.<br />
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Not a software engineer or SEO-algorithm-type so perhaps there is logical rationale for all this, but still amused to learn from this search....<br />
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<strong>....A Mystery:</strong> I have visited this page 4 times, last on January 8, 2012. <br />
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<em>So it must not have been me who wrote the additional 68 posts this year. Or the 931 posts prior.</em> </blockquote>
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<em></em><em></em><strong>....What's Popular:</strong> The months January-August 2011 and my March 2009 post about <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/03/countdown-t-minus-30.html">Boston Marathon training injuries</a> are seminal highlights. <br />
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<strong>....That Kissing Makes Headlines:</strong> Of the dozens of comments I've ever left on Evan's piece of the internet,<a href="http://tvmywifewatches.blogspot.com/2011/06/morning-scone-houston-we-have-some.html"> it was my shameless plug about French-kissing that endures</a>. That, and me admonishing him about not knowing what a scone is. <br />
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<strong>....And This Blog Doesn't, Really:</strong> "In the United States,<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/"> Southiesingle.blogspot.com</a> is ranked 2,653,720." <br />
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Join the club. So am I!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-57568968388346959242012-05-12T18:41:00.004-04:002012-05-13T09:20:25.626-04:00A May SaturdayFive years ago, on the last Saturday, May 12 there was, we were all in Minneapolis celebrating with Kristin and Bill:<br />
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Saturday, May 12, 2007 turned out to be a mourning day, too. That afternoon, <a href="http://www.melanoma.org/community/bradley-d-thielsen">one of my best friends from my Pipestone, MN days</a> died at age 43 from metastatic melanoma.</div>
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And this weekend is always the time to pay tribute to mothers. I know at least 3 awesome ones near and dear to me.</div>
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On top of all this, tonight we close<a href="http://www.longwoodplayers.org/"> the show</a> after 3 months of fruitful collaboration. The run has gone well. I will be glad to see it go. I will be nostalgic that it is over.</div>
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My younger sister called me, unexpectedly, this morning. Life has been busy for all of us, and we hadn't spoken in a couple months .... she called me on my birthday in March and left a voicemail that came in while I was at a rehearsal, and that might have been our most recent contact. On that occasion she was joined by the boys: Oliver then had just enough verbalization to say my name, not much more; on that message, Henry preferred to sing "Power Rangers rock!" instead of the traditional congratulations.</div>
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They're growing up without me, that's for sure. The length of time that has passed since my sister and I spoke had gotten away from me, too. She's not the only friend I've started to lose track of in that sort of back-shelf, lazy fashion -- kind of like I'm losing track of keeping up with blogging -- and I'm glad a few things in life are slowing down this month and next, so maybe I can pull back all these drifting balloons worth gathering once again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-34661935462414562352012-05-06T22:02:00.000-04:002012-05-06T22:02:39.304-04:00What I found today........after not really looking at my <a href="http://www.okcupid.com/">OKCupid</a> inbox for the last several weeks.<br />
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<i>"hey! i figured I would take a shot at messaging you. I have always wanted to get to know a cougar for friendship and more ;-) and yes, before you ask, my girlfriend is totally cool with this. she knows this is a fantasy i have had for a while, and she is alright with the idea of me being with a woman older than myself. if you wish to talk to her about it, feel free!"</i><br />
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<i>"Greetings from a French pilot at the Hilton Logan aiport.
<br />I love the piano
<br />I was a drummer before...
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I really like you! From what I can tell from your profile.
Tho an LTR may be an oft desired goal,
Anything from that to a "longish short term Rel "(whatever that is, just sounds kinda cool) to a
Mr right now is fine with me; companionship beyond my regular friends, serious flavorful hugs are sometimes life-giving, or so it seems at times, laughing at bad puns, good jokes, or just the whole jitteriness of life. After all, as someone way smarter than me said about experiencing life, essentially enjoy it cause no one gets out alive!"</i><br />
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<i>"<a href="http://www.scholastic.com/teachers/contributor/e-b-white">E.B. White</a> is indicative of your style? That's not an easy thing to accomplish--God knows I've tried."</i></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-26514587471446183242012-05-04T09:31:00.001-04:002012-05-04T09:35:52.628-04:00Fourth Anniversary (aka Post 995)And, I still own and wear that dress.<br />
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So I'm not married.<br />
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Meanwhile I'm 35, have two cats and don't own the dwelling I live in. These are some serious strikes in a city full of overachieving financiers, engineers and architects.<br />
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Boston has provided me with a random selection of dating options: guys sitting in the pews behind me in church; craigslist trollers responding to my posts for apartment roommates; the buffsters in polo shirts, met without verbal intro on dance floors after 12 or so "courage" martinis; the very occasional straight man in community theatre productions; the even rarer single man among the suburbanites in my office.<br />
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(The good news is that it is tremendously easier to be single in a city of this size. Easier to blend in, that is. I spent many years in small town in the Midwest and when you are 35 and not married, you are a constant object of speculation. Or perhaps you just think that folks are speculating. Or just wish they were and/or were providing you with dinner dates when inviting you over, rather than leaving you as the only single person in a room full of couples and kids.)<br />
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All these roads have led me to, or rather back to, <a href="http://www.match.com/"><span style="color: #940f04;">match.com.</span></a> After trying it last fall, then taking a 4-month hiatus, I'm back at it. Re-posted the profile and loaded-in a new picture....the one from my 34th birthday dinner with my sisters, showing a little collarbone and shoulder. (Hint: It's the photo attached to my profile here.) Added a tidbit about having run the Boston Marathon last month (working not to sound boastful) and how nothing is more satisfying than a long, hard yoga class.<br />
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So that was Thursday night.<br />
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One of the most fun features of <a href="http://www.match.com/"><span style="color: #940f04;">match.com</span></a> is the counter that shows how many people have viewed your profile. Since then, I'm up to 171 views. Plus 6 "winks", or simply <em>"hi, I'm here!"</em> notices, and 3 straight-out e-mail messages. This is a huge rise in volume of views over last fall -- so I'm trying to figure now what caused the uptick. Must be the exposed collarbone.<br />
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But I knew I had to make <a href="http://www.match.com/"><span style="color: #940f04;">match.com</span></a> the subject of the inaugural post of this blog yesterday afternoon, when a message popped up in my e-mail inbox with the title: "New Hampshire Calling." Woo-hoo! I opened it to find the following: my potential suitor is 73 years old. He likes to garden. He once studied at Harvard. He said I have nice legs.<br />
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That's me.<br />
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I just stayed at the office until 9:30. <br />
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I just biked home into the wind.<br />
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I just ate 3 servings of pasta and black beans.<br />
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It's been a long week.<br />
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I'm feeling unable to collate sentences longer than 10 words.<br />
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I keep thinking ..... I'll just sleep more. And then I don't. Usually it's because I want to take some of that time to talk to MSF. Other times, I'm just too jacked to put my head on the pillow.<br />
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Oh well. Aprils are often this way. The end is soon. Although May comes shortly thereafter. After which there is a marathon to run.<br />
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Cousin J provided some needed perspective a few nights ago, though. She was e-mailing helpfully with ideas for planning the Sweden trip. At the end of which she said:<br />
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I appreciate the hug. I more appreciate that I should enjoy myself more. Be it a 13-mile run tomorrow morning or the chance to practice on a real live piano some very fun music. Fatigue is often the reward for a life well-lived, right?<br />
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Soldier on! BTBD or not.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-19629106784777949252012-04-25T10:18:00.000-04:002012-04-25T10:21:09.769-04:00Procrastination is O.K.I've known my friend Joy for many years and as speech-language pathologist, wife and mother of 2 toddlers, she's as bright and as practical as they come and rarely not on-the-go. If not in the midst of cooking for friends or working weekends or making her own yogurt, she's organizing large-scale group activities for charitable organizations or her daughters' pre-school. When she began blogging at <a href="http://joysbundles.blogspot.com/">Bundles of Joy</a> earlier this year -- writing about her lif e as it is, much as I write about the down and dirty of mine -- I was unsurprised that the medium suited both her opinions and writing skills well. It's been a lot of fun to read .... and keeps me up on her family's life when all of us are running in a million directions.<br />
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Joy is a busy lady. <br />
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I'm usually not as busy as her .... but currently, in a way, I am. This is the week in April that pops up every year and I love so much: the apex of time-sensitive deadlines at work and piles of pending reports-to-mail are as high as my head .... plus the point in marathon training where Saturday runs are 20-plus miles (and this year including trip-planning for Sweden that has been inexcusably back-burnered already) ... plus the point in the <a href="http://www.longwoodplayers.org/">musical production </a>where it's all coming together (open in 10 days!) and rehearsal is every night to 10:30 and that doesn't include the bike-ride home or making dinner after. <br />
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Yeah. The week where I feel I don't know my friends anymore and realized I haven't spoken with my parents since mid-March or my younger sister since mid-February and my hands are swollen and my body over-caffeinated and it's only 10 a.m. and already I kinda wish this day was over and I was flat on my back under the covers<br />
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That said, I'm not now suggesting that I'm <em>glad </em>to read this entry from Joy's blog from a few days ago. (Joy set herself up promising a weekly Sunday post about her stewardship of various personal details.) Just relieved that other busy people aren't shy about letting their fatigue show and relaxing the self-improvement regimen we often all impose on ourselves:<br />
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<em>I should be writing a blog entry. But instead I'm watching back episodes of </em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1727387/"><em>GCB</em></a><em> and giving a doll a new hairstyle. Actually, I'm trying to make the doll look like she has hair again instead of a nasty frizz puff on her head. I promise to try to write more tomorrow.... </em></blockquote>
And, most nights in the past 10 days, I've been playing Facebook Tetris and Solitaire Blitz instead of writing blog entries. <br />
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I absolve you. :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-71371010947508069382012-04-21T21:42:00.000-04:002012-04-21T21:50:39.864-04:00Running longStockholm on June 2 is (hopefully) my ninth marathon in 10 years.<br />
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You know you want to come see <a href="http://www.longwoodplayers.org/">my show</a>.</div>
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That was a year ago. <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/03/small-good-thing.html">I stayed up until 5 a.m. on the morning of my 38th birthday to help him pack a moving</a> truck and wave him onto the freeway. His move was good for me in its finality .... forcing a closure his behavior had long-before forecast but I wasn't accepting; I stopped thinking he was more to me than he was. While <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/06/kiss-for-road.html">we met up on a Sunday last June for a Foley's-fueled fling</a>, it was in the spirit of heedlessness, temporary and gluttonous, with no consequences. Since then, he reached out every couple months with an e-mail or text if back in town for work, and I've largely not reached out, and only occasionally responded. I'd moved past him, realized I didn't have to stand patsy, didn't quite care either way.<br />
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Last night, C-2 and I hung out at a bar on Beacon Hill. At his request. He wrote me on Good Friday, noted he was in town for a couple weeks prospecting (he's a political consultant, election season is gearing up, this is his home turf), wanting to meet for a beer. I thought again I'd ignore him, then thought better. Something broke in my cynicism. We spent a few days crossing paths in futility; then I realized I was fairly dying to know how he was. When he texted last night at 10:30 and trained down from Davis, I drove over and it was easy, like the first time we met. Shooting politics, gulping Guinness, chatting the other barflys, standing in the bar entryway after close while he smoked Camels, sharing our respective dating foibles of the last 18 months. It was a conversation we really hadn't had in that long, I realized near its end, and I had missed having it.<br />
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The night ended as it often used to .... very late on a very deserted downtown street in the front seat of my parked car. But there was no imminent hook-up or window-steaming. We talked about the times we <em>had </em>hooked up and <em>had </em>steamed the windows and chuckled, fondly, noting how we both remembered all of them ... the time <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/06/notes-from-2-days-and-2-nights.html">he tossed one of my shoes out the sunroof</a> and <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/09/sock.html">a sock to the back window</a> that I found only months later. He then explained that the entire year of 2010 had been a wash for him: he shared a personal experience that was the primary source of pain. I could only nod, but had not known his troubles. In 2 years he had breathed no such explanation, and now it explained so much about him, my frustration with him, and why he did things he did ... yet I couldn't be angry at either it or his reaction to it. Just clarity, and a relief for an angst in my past I now have no good reason to mourn.<br />
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I knew we would eventually kiss, because <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/10/anatomy-of-kiss.html">we used to kiss so well and</a> we had started talking about how well we did, so then we did. We kissed in that way we always used to .... him leaning over the gearshift and reaching to pull my chin in, laughing, gripping my hair, me pressing towards him and tilting my head back with the pull of his hands, our breathing rising. It escalated, but plateaued .... as if sensed it was just a remembering of something sweet that needed a fresh taste for the memory banks. And then we parted.<br />
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4:30 a.m., and morning birds were chirping as I got out of my car in Southie. I texted him, as I always used to at his request, heralding safe return ... <em>"Home. It was good to see you." </em><br />
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<em>"You too. :-)"</em> he texted back. <br />
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For the first time in a long time I believed that when he said that he meant it. It was the first time in a long time, too, in taking leave from him, that I knew for sure I didn't want from him anything more.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-22450319593389859932012-04-17T12:43:00.000-04:002012-04-17T12:47:21.624-04:00Will sun salute for foodHey campers! It's that time once again where I tell you something that I'm planning to do so I actually do it. <br />
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In this case it is getting my decidedly non-bikini-shape torso muscles into enough shape so that after 3 months of hard and heavy eating, I'll survive this <a href="http://www.stockholmmarathon.se/Start/index.cfm?Lan_ID=3">fool marathon I'm (hopefully still) going to run in 46 x 24 hours</a>.<br />
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Each day between now and Saturday, June 2 (in addition to whatever else may be going on, including work, long runs, all-day musical rehearsals, Guinness binges at 2 a.m. or red-eye flights to San Francisco) I will complete either:<br />
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<em>Various abdominal strengtheners (5 min) +</em></div>
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<em>Lower back strengthener (1 min) +</em></div>
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<em>Face-down planks (2 x 1 min) +</em></div>
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<em>Rolling side planks w/out stopping (5 each side x 30 sec) +</em></div>
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<em>Push-ups (3 x 12) +</em></div>
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<em>Tricep-dips (3 x 12)</em></div>
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<strong>Option B: 30 minutes of Yoga</strong></div>
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<em>(This morning at 6:30 I did 60 minutes. </em><em>Thank you, </em></div>
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<em>free <a href="http://www.davefarmar.com/">David Farmar</a> Baptiste podcasts </em><em>from iTunes.)</em></div>
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No way, this time, am I posting a "before."</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-77890008881388232672012-04-16T10:48:00.002-04:002012-04-16T10:52:42.265-04:00Dear God....... please be with the marathoners today.<br />
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Thanks <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2012/04/16/us/massachusetts-marathon-weather/">for the summer weather</a>, but I know the type of runner who runs Boston. He will be a serious runner. He has earned his trip and his chance to PR a very difficult race and, while he is not dumb and will be Type A and have planned every mile-split and water stop and gel-inhalation, he will have pride and will want to say he ran a very difficult race on a very difficult day very well, even if much of that race unfolds on shadeless concrete boulevards -- both the downhill in Framingham and the uphill over Rt 128 in Newton (why, God, why?) -- full of other sweaty, heaving, gasping strivers.<br />
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Please do your best to convince him, should his pride trump his physical and mental capabilities, that it ain't worth heat stroke. Even if he prays to you otherwise.<br />
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Thanks, by the way, for not trying to convince me that, last fall when registration rolled around, I should run it too. Running a mile in 85 degrees is a challenge. Running any more than that is a special form of hell. You've seen to that.<br />
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Amen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-10415680213835513722012-04-12T17:49:00.000-04:002012-04-12T17:49:38.472-04:00I haven't griped about parking in Southie for a pretty long time....<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/search?q=Parking">(since November 2009, actually)</a><br />
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.....which makes it OK to point out today the existence of this sign taped to all markers running on both sides of the length of the street that runs past my apartment:<br />
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And, point out the existence of this sign on the closest cross street next to my apartment.<br />
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(And I'm not even getting into these signs being posted starting the very week that street cleaning rules go into effect. I'm not showing you the signs that abut the (not 1 or 2 or 3 but) 4 multi-unit condominium construction projects in a 3-block radius around me that also have "no parking" signs taking up 5-6 parking spots per site, with indefinite end-dates in 2013.)<br />
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Let's sum up: for 6 weeks I cannot park my car on the street during the day on any street within reasonable vicinity of my apartment. This also means the 40 or so other cars that might park on those streets also need to find other places for these 6 weeks. And they can't park in front of any condo construction sites until 2013, just like me.<br />
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So (score) last week I came across a spot just in front of this sign and put down stakes. Woo-hoo!<br />
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So, naturally on Friday morning I head out to find this slid under my windshield wiper.<br />
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Damn straight this one is getting appealed. Damn straight.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-34562664535014624412012-04-11T09:48:00.000-04:002012-04-11T10:00:25.900-04:00When in doubt .... a song.On Facebook this morning, my eye was caught by a post from a man about about my parents' age ... someone I've known since 1985, when he first directed me and my classmates in <i>"<em>Bye Bye Birdie"</em> </i>in the Cando Summer Arts program. Larry wrote:<br />
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<em>"I'm old, I know, but this is still just an awesome piece of music."</em></blockquote>
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It's a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordon_Lightfoot">Gordon Lightfoot</a> number from the early 60s about a bum watching a plane take off and feeling regret for a hard-living past. I could think of no good reason to post this song ... we did have heavy clouds earlier today, but the skies have cleared. I'm not making any imminent plane trips. I'm not craving drink and (at least at this moment this morning) I'm not filled with regret. I'm actually not even in a foul mood.</div>
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But I could think of no good reason not to post it either. That's some awesome guitar playing and some awesome harmony. It inexplicably makes me want to play it on repeat. And it was good to know Larry still has good taste.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-65685261261832876072012-04-09T23:59:00.002-04:002012-04-11T09:32:42.248-04:00Tired(At the risk of revealing something I'll likely later regret, never having done that in 5 years of blogging of course) I confess that for the first time in the history of my financial-services career, I took <b>a nap</b> at work. During work. At my desk. While sitting up, with my hands on the keyboard.<br />
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In fact, I confess I took 2 naps .... about 5 minutes apiece, both in similar fashion. I was not totally asleep either time. But I was definitely resting my eyes. During the second one, I woke myself up with a little snore.<br />
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Yes, I <i>am</i> 39 years old and I napped at work.<br />
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Today I am tired, and I wish not to intrude on your joyous post-Easter thoughts with what might emerge from this brain on such a day.<br />
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Instead, I give you this: <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/books/2012/04/16/120416crbo_books_heller#ixzz1rbdjm8Yu"> a review in this coming week's New Yorker of the new book by Eric Klinenberg:</a> <i>“Going Solo: The Extraordinary Rise and Surprising Appeal of Living Alone." </i>A sample:<br />
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<i>"At one point, Klinenberg suggests that living alone provides “restorative solitude”; it may be “exactly what we need to reconnect.” But most of the people he introduces seem neither especially restored nor vigorously connected. They are insecure, proud of their freedoms but hungry for contact, anxious, frisky, smug, occasionally scared—in short, they experience a mixture of emotions that many people, even those who do not live alone, are apt to recognize.</i></blockquote>
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<i>"Take, for example, Kimberly, a New Yorker who’s in the film business, and who underwent a sort of crisis when she found herself past thirty and living alone. She threw herself into her work, but at night she numbed herself with epic sessions of TV. “It took me a long time to figure out that it wasn’t gonna happen the way it happened in college,” she tells Klinenberg. “People didn’t just drop by.”<br /><br />"Things changed when she made the decision to buy an apartment, committing to a future alone. She renovated, began hosting parties, went freelance, tried Internet dating, and made contact with Single Mothers by Choice, a support organization for unattached women hoping to raise a child. Was this self-realization or resignation? Kimberly confesses, “I didn’t want to hang curtains by myself. I’d always thought I would do it with a partner and a lover.” Yet autonomy as an ideal brought her happiness, she says, partly because it freed her from the shame of falling short."</i></blockquote>
This <i>is</i> a blog about living alone and the pains and various joys thereof. Therefore, go forth and learn.<br />
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Then read this Tumblr, <a href="http://textfromdog.tumblr.com/">Text from Dog,</a> and pee your pants.<br />
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Thanks.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-59686440538573002802012-04-04T10:02:00.000-04:002012-04-04T10:10:43.038-04:00Blogoliloquy: Boston! (and, we open...)After walking the long route to work followed by a day preparing for quarter-end client reporting and a treadmill run and an orange juice and honey-roasted peanut supper and accompanying the first full run of the <a href="http://www.longwoodplayers.org/OurSeasonSpring.html"> hand-pounding musical</a> that opens a month from today (that's 2 straight hours of <a href="http://www.jasonrobertbrown.com/">JRB</a> piano stylings, baby) and a half-hour nursing an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moscow_mule">Ultimat Mule</a> (mmm, ginger beer....) and the saltiest french fries known to this city while waiting, I met <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-of-friends.html">Justin</a> at <a href="http://www.franklincafe.com/franklin-southie/drink-menu-southie/">Franklin Cafe Southie</a> last night just before 11 so he could find room for post-rehearsal supper (direct quote when asked the last time he had eaten: <em>"I know had breakfast and I </em>think<em> I might have had something about 4</em>....") and a couple pints of <a href="http://brooklynbrewery.com/brooklyn-beers/perennial-brews/brooklyn-lager">Brooklyn Lager</a> to unwind from the last rehearsal for the <a href="http://blogoliloquy.blogspot.com/">Boston blogs performance extravaganza</a> he (naturally) conceived and wrote and directed and produced (and even re-hung the lights in a black box theatre just before the final run when the seating arrangement required unexpected readjustment) while doing things like having a full-time job in Manhattan that requires regular cross-country air travel and enjoying a lovely wife and 9-month-old son and moving from Plainfield to Jersey City and asking someone on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/">Etsy</a> to build him a kitchen table the new place and, hell, simply living in New Jersey and coming to Boston to direct and produce and hang lights for a show that he wrote and conceived when he also has an organ-playing gig on the Thursday after the Wednesday opening and and the Sunday morning after the Saturday close in, of course, New Jersey, and while we were unwinding early into this morning (did we just about close the place?) he was kind enough to say to me (exhausted and tipsy and over-sodiumed and articulating the inertia of having lived in the same apartment for nearly 6 years and having the same job for almost 9 and going to the same church for more than 12) that one of the things he most appreciates about me after nearly 10 years of solid friendship is that I have this way of "creating home" wherever I end up (including in this blog, which he has read from the beginning almost 5 years ago), to the point where maybe my inertia is simply not wanting to leave the comfort of something good and to some degree, that isn't the worst thing in the world, and I was reminded that the things I appreciate most about Justin are how he always finds a bigger picture in my smaller gripes, how he makes a big world feel manageable, and how he lives large and, even though I may kick and scream on the way, how he insists on trying to take me with him.<br />
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Thanks, friend. Break a leg.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-13578177043046627742012-04-02T17:06:00.000-04:002012-04-02T17:06:32.956-04:00No more p***** pics! (Can I get an A-men?)This was sent my way today. It's from 2010. Considering how many penis photos have been gifted to me by men from <a href="http://www.okcupid.com/">OKCupid</a> in my lifetime (including <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/06/tmi.html">this winner</a>), I'm amazed I didn't stumble across this myself already. It says everything I've ever said to the screen in response.<br />
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Choice quotes: <br />
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<em>0:45: "Come on. Enough with the tricky camera angles on that baloney pony. Man, it is UGLY!" </em><br />
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<em>0:57: "And, yes. Sometimes we save the pictures. But just to show our friends how weird yours looks. And make fun of how much of a douchebag you are."</em></blockquote>
Please share with a loved one. Man or woman, depending on their needs. <br />
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<em>(PS: Thanks, MSF.) </em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-31650657987144745572012-04-01T01:17:00.000-04:002012-04-01T01:17:03.142-04:00PassionI've lived in Boston long enough that I know I take it for granted at how easy it is to travel a short distance and/or pay a minimal fee to hear some pretty spectacular music. A week ago Saturday, I was privileged to hear <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_John_Passion">J.S. Bach's St. John Passion</a> performed at Marsh Chapel on the Boston University campus. This past Friday, the <a href="http://www.handelandhaydn.org/concerts/2011-2012/bach-st-matthew-passion">Handel & Haydn Society</a> did the other great <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=88203558">Passion of Bach, St. Matthew's</a>, at Symphony Hall. <br />
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How fortunate. Both were brilliant productions. And to get into Marsh Chapel I paid 10 bucks .... Symphony Hall, 25.<br />
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Since today is Passion Sunday in the Christian calendar, seems quite appropriate to share my favorite pieces from each of these venerable works -- both bass solos:<br />
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<b><i>Betrachte, meine Seel (St. John)</i></b></div>
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Betrachte, meine Seel, mit ängstlichem Vergnügen,<br />
<i>Observe now, O my soul, with fearful satisfaction,</i><br />
Mit bittrer Lust und halb beklemmtem Herzen<br />
<i>With bitter joy and with a heart half-anguished </i><br />
Dein höchstes Gut in Jesu Schmerzen,<br />
<i>Thy highest good in Jesus' torments: </i><br />
Wie dir auf Dornen, so ihn stechen,<br />
<i>For thee the thorns there which have pierced him</i><br />
Die Himmelsschlüsselblumen blühn!<br />
<i>As keys to heaven's flowers bloom! </i><br />
Du kannst viel süße Frucht von seiner Wermut brechen<br />
<i>Thou canst pluck much sweet fruit from his most bitter wormwood, </i><br />
Drum sieh ohn Unterlass auf ihn!<br />
<i>So look unceasingly on him!</i><br />
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<b><i>Mache dich, mein Herze rein (St. Matthew)</i></b></div>
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Mache dich, mein Herze, rein, <br />
<i>Make thyself, my heart, now pure,</i><br />
Ich will Jesum selbst begraben.<br />
<i>I myself would Jesus bury.</i><br />
Denn er soll nunmehr in mir <br />
<i>For he shall henceforth in me</i><br />
Für und für Seine süße Ruhe haben.<br />
<i>More and more find i</i><i>n sweet repose his dwelling.</i><br />
Welt, geh aus, lass Jesum ein! <br />
<i>World, depart, let Jesus in!</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-28996339231650591132012-03-30T11:15:00.000-04:002012-03-30T11:37:46.448-04:00Lucky Friday?Yesterday a colleague who, like me, works in client service for our finance firm incited a lively workplace discussion by suggesting a work pool for the <a href="http://www.boston.com/news/local/massachusetts/articles/2012/03/30/lottery_frenzy_as_mega_millions_jackpot_surges_to_record_heights/">$540 million (and counting) MegaMillions Jackpot: </a>chip in 1 to 5 dollars apiece and he'll buy as many tickets as he has cash for by 1 p.m. today. <br />
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<em>"Regardless if you put in $1 or $5 the winnings will be divided amongst everyone evenly."</em><br />
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This is finance: we're all about return on investment. One of the <strong>Investment Managers</strong> naturally replied: <em>"Good idea! However, the line highlighted is a bit troubling for us investment minded folks. Shouldn’t the winnings be proportional to your contribution?"</em><br />
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<em><strong>Client Service:</strong> "I figured the investment people would have questions..." </em><br />
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<em><strong>Investment Manager:</strong> "Someone has to keep the sales/marketing folks in check!!" </em><br />
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<em><strong>Compliance Rep:</strong> "I thought that was what compliance was here for. :-)"</em><br />
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<em><strong>Operations Rep:</strong> "If it was proportional rather than equal would you put more in the pool? If the answer is yes, then go proportional and buy more tickets. If we win, I’ll put together the spreadsheet to divvy it up ;)" </em></div>
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At the end of it all, the pool was my CS colleague's baby, so he kept the (in the words of another colleague) "quasi-socialist" equal-share rule despite the protests of others. About 25 of us have put in....which means about $27 million pre-tax apiece. He's getting the tickets this afternoon and will give everyone copies so we can follow the 11 p.m. drawing tonight, ourselves. <br />
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The last couple hours we've been klatching informally about the future of our lives and our firm should the odds fall in our favor....the joke being that if we win, will anyone remain at the firm at all, or will we all put the winnings into accounts that could be managed by each other.</div>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gpoCjp7Db88/T3XM2BOppFI/AAAAAAAAAwY/RbvaZMKTajQ/s1600/prettythings-baby-tree.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gpoCjp7Db88/T3XM2BOppFI/AAAAAAAAAwY/RbvaZMKTajQ/s320/prettythings-baby-tree.png" width="89" /></a>Me? I might just buy a new car. And a cabin in the hills of Vermont. And a condo in Seattle. And a grand piano and a 'cello and the services of <a href="http://www.yo-yoma.com/">Yo-Yo Ma</a> to teach me to make it sing. And unlimited airfare to Minneapolis from anywhere else in the country so I can see my grandma and play with my nephews more than 3 times a year. And a guru to meditate with me every morning and lead me through 2 hours of power yoga every night. And all the <a href="http://www.prettythingsbeertoday.com/wp/our-beers/baby-tree/">Pretty Things Baby Tree</a> Quadruple in stock in Greater Boston, with which I would throw a block party to rival that of the Southie St. Paddy's Day parade.</div>
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Crossing fingers, y'all. Crossing fingers.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-61811342746736945762012-03-29T10:35:00.001-04:002012-03-29T11:02:08.833-04:00Blogolioquy: boston! (teasers & tickets)I give <a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-of-friends.html">Justin</a> a lot of credit. He's read this blog from the beginning in 2008 and to assemble <a href="http://www.blogoliloquy.blogspot.com/">blogolioquy: boston!</a> for <a href="http://www.turnstyletheatre.org/">Turnstyle Theatre Company</a>, he went back and read a lot more of it. This is while also reading years and years of entries of these blogs, too:<br />
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<a href="http://aproperbostonian.blogspot.com/"><strong>A Proper Bostonian</strong></a><strong>:</strong> <em>Outpourings from an old-fashioned room in a historic neighborhood in the fairest city of a very blue state by a person who understands the importance of layer cake.</em><br />
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<a href="http://dadtoday.blogspot.com/"><strong>Dad Today</strong></a><strong>:</strong> <em>for the big mysteries revealed in the small moments</em><br />
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<a href="http://formula457.com/"><strong>Formula 457</strong></a><strong>:</strong> <em>Things I would talk about over lunch or tea. If anyone ever took me out to lunch or tea…</em><br />
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<a href="http://youhavewrongedme.blogspot.com/"><strong>How You have Wronged Me</strong></a><strong>:</strong> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_1964382713"></span><span id="goog_1964382714"></span> <em> I may only be in my 20s, but much like my favorite muppets - Statler and Waldorf - I am a cynical, angry, curmudgeonly old man at heart. Chances are I do not like you. This blog tells a story. A story about how you have wronged me today.</em><br />
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<a href="http://some-assembly.blogspot.com/"><strong>Some Assembly Required</strong></a><strong>:</strong> <em> He's no better than I am; he's just got a suit!</em></blockquote>
Check these folks out if you want to get up to speed on what to expect....mix of funny and serious and very, very locally specific.<br />
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Other answers to questions you didn't know you had about the show:<br />
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<strong>A) The show's coming up next Wednesday through Saturday at the </strong><a href="http://www.bcaonline.org/"><strong>Boston Center for the Arts</strong></a><strong> in their Plaza Black Box Theatre.</strong> It is indeed a high-level observance week for both Christians and Jews, but would you consider my special dispensation to observe Holy Week or Passover on 3 of 4 nights and spend the 4th in less serious contemplation? Atheists and agnostics, you've got no excuse.<br />
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<strong>B) Tickets</strong> are $17.50 and can be purchased <a href="http://www.bostontheatrescene.com/season/production.aspx?id=12209&src=t">here</a>. <br />
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<strong>C) I might be there for opening night</strong> if I can blow out of my church choir rehearsal -- and for sure will be there Saturday at 8 p.m., if you are one of the (rare?) folks who reads this and has never met me. (Fair warning: I am not in high-season bikini shape, nor will I be wearing one to the show.) <br />
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<strong>D) If you are a friend and curious about whether or not you might be featured unknowingly onstage</strong>, here's a few teasers about what Justin chose to include: <br />
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<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/08/midnight-rain.html">Midnight walk home from the Broadway T</a> <em>(August 2011)</em><br />
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<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-hands.html">No-handed bike ride on a warm September night</a> <em>(September 2010)</em><br />
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<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/11/flaky-in-city.html">Argument with Bill over parking regulations</a> <em>(November 2009)</em><br />
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<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2011/08/bbc-10-old-friends.html">Running into an old flame at Whole Foods</a> <em>(August 2011)</em><br />
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<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/01/groceries.html">Maundering over grocery shopping alone</a> <em>(January 2009)</em></blockquote>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-17043512207293739592012-03-28T13:21:00.000-04:002012-03-28T13:21:31.215-04:00Progress (?)I just spent my morning pushing the browser "Refresh" on a client page at a bank website, waiting for 2 trades to settle to cash so I could then wire the proceeds to another account for a time-sensitive real estate closing. It took substantially longer than I thought. In fact, just all I did between 8:30 and 12:30 today was call the bank to expedite, refresh, refresh, call the bank again, refresh, refresh, placate client with a call saying we'd get back as soon as we knew more, refresh, explain to my manager what was happening and ask for opinion on next steps, call the bank for an update, refresh two more times, pace around my chair trying to decide if I can afford to leave to go to the bathroom, call the bank to make,<em> sure</em> they were expediting, refresh, refresh, and finally, breathe out.<br />
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A small error (not mine) accounted for this last-minute tomfoolery under deadline; while I paid the ulcer-inducing time-suck price, the client got the money eventually. I'm not mad....these things happen from time-to-time. Although I do wish if an ulcer were to be induced it would be for a reason involving money that was actually mine.... <br />
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Several times during this period I was tempted to come on here, or to log onto Facebook, and proclaim that I was good and ready for Happy Hour. Or a <a href="http://www.makersmark.com/age-verification">Makers Mark</a> & ginger. Or a Guinness. Knowing that saying "it's time for a drink" is one of the great cliches in response to stressful situations kept me from doing so. <br />
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In the meantime, two things happened: <br />
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1) I remembered I need to run 5 miles today, and I could do that now instead of later. I am now sitting in my tennies and shorts and leaving in 5 minutes<br />
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2) I remembered that Julie Andrews sings this song from <i>The Sound of Music</i>: <br />
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<em>With each step I am more certain </em><br />
<em>Everything will turn out fine </em><br />
<em>I have confidence the world can all be mine </em><br />
<em>They'll have to agree I have confidence in me </em><br />
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<em>I have confidence in sunshine </em><br />
<em>I have confidence in rain </em><br />
<em>I have confidence that spring will come again </em><br />
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<em>Strength doesn't lie in wealth </em><br />
<em>Strength lies in nights of peaceful slumbers </em><br />
<em>When you wake up -- Wake Up! </em><br />
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<em>It tells me all I trust I lead my heart to </em><br />
<em>All I trust becomes my own </em><br />
<em>I have confidence in confidence alone </em><br />
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<em>I have confidence in confidence alone </em><br />
<em>Besides which you see I have confidence in me!</em> <br />
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I'd say there could be worse things than turning to running and self-empowerment before drink.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-23295823335392210852012-03-26T16:09:00.002-04:002012-03-26T16:13:09.916-04:00Maybe because it's Monday....... and maybe it's because I only manage to never find a seat on the days I think it is safe to wear my black lace-up heels during my commute (rather than the saner, safer running shoes),<br />
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But I still do not understand how the 6 men seated in the back of the #9 bus this morning were content to watch me stand in their midst and hold onto a pole (while acknowledging that my choice of shoes is my own), ignoring my struggle to stay upright for a 25-minute ride that included stopping once a block while on a downhill while additionally braking for 10 or so unpredictable Southie double-parkers and a half-dozen more errant pedestrians, followed by a 6-series of 110-degree turns to wind around the Broadway T.<br />
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All were about 30 or younger. Five of six were head-down on handheld electronics. The sixth was sitting right in front of me....about 6' 4" and wearing workout clothes. Not sure how he didn't notice my passive-aggressive evil stare for the majority of the ride, to catch his eye and plead for mercy and see if he noticed my tottering and swaying and attempts to shake the numbness out of my necessarily-elevated left arm without pitching over.<br />
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I refuse to beg for chivalry from strangers. But the lack of it sometimes still disappoints me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8960259185579816628.post-22754509411872464812012-03-25T17:17:00.000-04:002012-03-25T19:36:41.631-04:00Blogolioquy: boston!<div style="text-align: center;">
Dear friendly blog readers:</div>
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I have a friend named<a href="http://southiesingle.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-of-friends.html"> Justin</a>. </div>
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He's a little crazy, but I love him.</div>
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(And I know he thinks exactly the same of me.)</div>
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Justin runs a <a href="http://www.turnstyletheatre.org/">theatre company</a> </div>
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and likes to produce performance opportunities and experiences. </div>
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And,</div>
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it is my solemn duty to inform you that </div>
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he is producing a show about blogs in Boston. </div>
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He has excerpted work from 6 local blogs, </div>
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woven them together into acts, </div>
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and is directing a group of actors on stage to read them.</div>
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Because I have this friend named Justin who is does all this,<br />
this blog is part of this production:</div>
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<a href="http://www.blogoliloquy.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">blogolioquy: boston!</span></strong></a></div>
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<strong>When:</strong> </div>
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<em>Wednesday, April 4 through Saturday, April 7 - 7:30 p.m.</em></div>
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<em> Plaza Black Box Theatre at</em></div>
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<a href="http://www.bcaonline.org/"><em>Boston Center for the Arts</em></a><em>, 539 Tremont Street</em></div>
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<strong>What:</strong></div>
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<em>Blog awesomeness. </em></div>
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<strong>How</strong>: </div>
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<em>Ticket info TBD</em></div>
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Stay tuned for more details.</div>
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You won't want to miss them.</div>
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Best regards,</div>
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Karin</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1