Life
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Reason Number 574
that I’ll never really grow up: I had planned for a quiet night tonight. And in my book, it was, indeed, a quiet night. I ended up going up to Strawberry Fields after work to reflect on the 25th anniversary of John Lennon’s death. I can’t believe it has been that long — I remember
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Shapin’ Up
I used to be in much better shape than I am now. Merely a few short years ago, I participated in several long distance bike rides, and training for these rides meant not only spending a majority of my weekends on a bike, but also going to spinning and weight training classes before work every
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Where Does the Time Go?
You know it’s bad when your own sister is insulting the lameness of your blog posts (sorry, Katie, but I really was excited about the new sneaks!). What I’ve learned is that there’s no way to work out, write for Gothamist, and write here all before work, and unfortunately, this tends to come last. And
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What Am I Doing Wrong? Using GMail
Those of you who have GMail may be familiar with the "Sponsored Links" section of the page, where Google thoughtfully selects advertising links related to the content of your email. I had emailed Rob last week to ask him about a date he went on. The subject line of the email was "date." Google, in
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Happiness Is . . .
New sneakers.
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You Know You’re Too Busy When
You have to get up early, not to work out, not to write, but to clean your apartment because it’s the only free time you’ve had to do so all week and your dad’s coming. Gotta love vacuuming at 8 a.m. You haven’t written anything decent on your blog in ages (and I don’t have
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By the Way
I forgot to mention one thing about this weekend. At the beginning of the summer, I decided to get my hair highlighted. I had done it once before, about five years ago, and figured since I’d be spending so much time at the beach, it might be a fun thing to do. I didn’t really
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The Weekend Wrapup
After the Vendys and a whirlwind of a week, I stayed in Friday night. I must have been exhausted because I slept for 12 hours. Saturday I went to the gym, visited the Dosa cart, then headed up to Westchester to spend the afternoon with a group of my high school friends and their kids.
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Non Sequiturs
Those of you in the beach house know I’ve been talking about this all summer — there should be an alarm clock that wakes you up with the smell of bacon. Guess what — my birthday’s coming up. I was walking home from the subway last night, when I passed by Reservoir. As I approached,
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A.W.O.L.
After walking around in agony since Wednesday morning, I made the executive decision to skip boot camp this morning in exchange for more sleep and a Pilates video. I am still so ridiculously sore that I’m moving like an 80-year-old woman — this weekend I’ll attempt some light cardio, go to yoga with Nikki to