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Friday, April 9, 2010
Miss Scarlett, in the (Soho House) Library, with the Cocktail Stick
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"Where exactly is it? We've been here before haven't we? Late at night. You know that time. After that thing. With that guy on ...
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Dog-Kicking at the Greenmarket
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There was something comic about the way he pulled his leg back and aimed a kick squarely in the small dog's hindquarters. With a yelp, t...
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Night Shift
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Last Saturday I spent the night sleeping on a camp bed in a basement room with sixteen men. Even with my ear plugs in, the symphony of night...
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Bellies Out at Sounds Like Brooklyn
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By the time we got to the gig the support act had finished and the headliners were on stage. Already the lead singer was glossy with sweat, ...
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
New York Intimacy
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Our Brooklyn neighbours have seen me naked more times than I care to remember. In our front room, more than thirty sets of windows face our ...
Friday, January 29, 2010
I Live to Lunge
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We're sitting at a table in a Burger King in rural Vermont, and for the second time in as many weeks we're overhearing a serious con...
I Live to Lunge
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We're sitting at a table in a Burger King in rural Vermont, and for the second time in as many weeks we're overhearing a serious con...
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