tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97068592011-07-28T19:29:38.143-04:00How This Sox Fan Lives Her Life 217.7 Miles From 4 Yawkey WayFINYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12796264055714604645noreply@blogger.comBlogger4451100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9706859.post-15672683700986186872008-07-06T21:46:00.001-04:002008-07-06T21:48:11.398-04:00

Well, it's time to start over. I've been away for so long, I figured I might as well make a fresh start at it. So from here on out, you can find me at:www.milesfromfenway.wordpress.com

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I'll be honest, I haven't been in the best of moods lately. I've been working almost constantly with no end in sight, I haven't been sleeping well, I've just been sort of ... I don't know ... blah. It's not to say that I haven't had some great nights out the last few weeks, or that I haven't had any stories to tell around here, I just quite simply haven't been up to it.But this morning - for no

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For a little while today, I got to concentrate on baseball. Not for great reasons, mind you, but at least I was reminded that the season was close. I've already got three sets of tickets to Fenway (thank you six hours of virtual waiting room hell a few weeks ago), and yesterday I received an email letting me know that I had won the lottery for the opportunity to buy Opening Day or Yankees tickets

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In any other city in the world I would have been over it by now. Sure, I would have been devastated. But I would have had time to properly mourn. I would have been able to hang my head, drown my sorrows in my beer, and wonder over and over again ... what went wrong? I would have been able to avoid certain websites, not listen to certain radio stations, and completely avoided whole channel blocks

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This past Friday night, Professor Thom's welcomed a very special guest:That's right, the Red Sox 2007 World Series trophy made an appearance at my favorite bar. The good people at Bombo Sports (the guys who brought you Still, We Believe) have been shooting a new documentary at Thom's all season, featuring some of my good friends and fellow regulars. So the Red Sox were kind enough to send the

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The days immediately following the Red Sox World Series victory are still a bit of a blur. Too much alcohol, too little sleep, and a whirlwind trip to Boston for the victory parade all contributed to a no-longer-knowing-what-day-it-was Finy. So when I met MBB (the name will make more sense later) I was completely shocked that he asked for my number, never mind that he actually used it.But after

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I've got no excuses to make, no explanations to give, but I do sort of wish I could see the looks on some of your faces as you read this, because that's right - I'm back. So much has happened! The Red Sox have won the World Series (I've got pictures from the parade to prove it), The Patriots went 16-0 in the regular season (got photos from that one too), I've travelled up and down the East Coast

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Because I REALLY don't feel like talking about the sweepI think it's been pretty well established around these parts that I'm not exactly a tom-boy, not really a girly-girl. But one of my more girly habits is pedicures. There's just something about well kept piggies that makes me smile. Today, as I'm sitting in the chair desperately trying not to giggle and move my feet (I'm extremely ticklish),

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Ok, it's official. I'm starting to worry. I've been desperately holding on to the party line of "We've got the best record in baseball" but the Red Sox are starting to concern me. I know that even if we lose today, the Sox will still be five games up. But when the camera panned to a shot of Manny on the bench last night, during which he happened to sneeze, then grimace, then reach for his back?

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I'm a pack rat. There are no two ways about it, I save EVERYTHING. Ticket stubs, programs, cute pictures small children have drawn for me. Eventually they all end up in shoe boxes stored under beds, in closets, behind chairs. Occasionally as I'm cleaning or trying to find something I'll root through them, reminisce a little, and then promptly put them back to once again begin gathering dust. A

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... When you get home from a night at the bar already knowing that the Sox won and turning on the YES network to see the Yankees losing to the Angels 18-5 while the announcers talk about how if so-and-so gets on in the 8th and has men in base he has the potential to break some sort of RBI record. I landed on YES too late to get the whole story, but it was still fun to hear. Cause after tonight it

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I still remember where I was when I found out that I had become the big sister to a little brother named Buddy (ok, that's not his real name but it's what I call him). I was sitting in the side yard of my grandparents' house in Pawtucket, RI debating with the other kids on the block whether I wanted my mom to have a boy or a girl.I may have been just 4 days shy of my 6th birthday, but I was still

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Ext.:Finy and a coworker stand outside smoking a cigarette. Behind them is a window promoting the new Botox Walk-In Clinic. The two are chatting. A door opens. Plastic Woman: Excuse me do you work at [Finy's place of employment]Coworker: Yes.Plastic Woman(with a holier-than-thou attitude) Ok, then would you mind not smoking in front of our store? We're trying to promote health here. Finy and

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Someone (TomO I think it was you) said at Eddypolusa this year that the annual event is sort of an emotional reset for him. As soon as the words left his mouth I thought: Yes! YES! That's exactly it. In years past that reset, that sense of calm has always stayed with me for months. Not so for 2007. Faced with a boss whom I've described at length before, I came back and was working weekends, was

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I should be writing about how excited I am about the Gagne trade. Or how I leave this evening bound for Rhode Island and a tradition that has stood with my high school friends since somewhere in the mid - to - late nineties. I should be writing about loving the summer, that song "Naive" by the Kooks, and how listening to it while walking down my tree-lined Brooklyn street always puts a bounce in

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My love of Tim Wakefield has been well documented throughout the course of this blog. A quick google search comes up with 38 separate references to him. So you all know by now that he's my favorite MLB player and not in that CFB "OMG he's so cute" way but in a I-really-respect-his-loyalty-to-the-team-and-work-horse-mentality-never-mind-how-charitable-he-is. So you'll all know how absolutely

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Have I ever mentioned how fantastic my family is? Yes? Oh well, I'm going to do it again. This weekend, in honor of my 27th birthday, Mom, Dad, and my newly-21-year-old brother all came down to NYC to celebrate. And let me tell you, best birthday weekend ever. It started out on Friday night with dinner at Good, which lived up to its name (at least for my mother and I. Dad and my brother weren't

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I've talked before about the song that my mother plays for me on my birthday each and every year. The song, which has lodged itself into a loop in my brain, was played yet again this morning, over the phone, as my family finished preparations for a weekend long trip down to NYC to help me celebrate my birthday. And after much searching, I finally found a youtube video in which the song can be

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My coworker and good friend had just gotten thrown under the bus. And then run over by it. Repeatedly. As she sat in my office with tears sparkling in her eyes I did what any good friend does in a situation like this:I suggested we go for drinks. So to Stillwater we traipsed. Located in the East Village, with a good happy hour and outdoor seating it was the perfect location for a nice summer

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The two thin white lines on my ankle were courtesy of a cat whose name I can't remember. A cat owner myself now, I realize that all she wanted was to play. She was lonely and I hadn't stayed with her long enough on that particular trip to refill her food bowl. But as a youngster who had never lived with a pet before, I was terrified. I left so quickly after her teeth sunk into my skin that I

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It seems I always take these little blogging vacations around the same time of year. Summer is always when I'm busiest. I return after a visit from Cope, a trip to the banks of the St. Croix River (MN), and a weekend of birthday celebration (my party, not the actual day - that's not until the end of this week). Since I've left you all, work has gone to hell (got to love transition periods), Cope

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Taken directly from an email I received from the Alzheimer's Association:Add Your Voice!Vote by July 15thHelp Make Alzheimer's the American Express Members ProjectThanks to hundreds of American Express cardholders who are champions for our cause, the Alzheimer's Association has been chosen as one of the top 50 projects in The Members Project, a new initiative from American Express that will award

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pro-fes-sion-al- adj. - Engaging in a given activity as a source of livelihood or as a careerwrit-er- n. - a person engaged in writing books, articles, stories, etc., esp. as an occupation or professionWhen I was in college, all I wanted in the world was to be able to call myself a writer. It was, I figured, a pursuit that likely would never come to fruition. Writing doesn't pay well, you see,

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Since the hangover I am currently suffering through is inhibiting my ability to write a coherent blog post I instead present you with a baseball brain dump.* So I'm currently reading Big Papi: My Story of Big Dreams and Big Hits by David Ortiz (with Tony Massarotti) and there are a few things to note. A) I have NEVER gotten as many looks on the subway as I have when I've read this book on the way

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I once had a friend accuse me of caring more about 25 men I had never met more than I cared about my real-life friends.It was October of 2004, the Red Sox had just won the ALCS in dramatic fashion and were about to sweep the St. Louis Cardinals to win their first World Series in 86 years.But I didn't know that yet. What I knew was that we were scheduled to host a Halloween party in my apartment

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Coffee falls into the stomach ... ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop ... the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink...- Honore de BalzacI've spoken before about the important role NYC coffee carts occupy in my life. But really what makes them so great is finding those carts that if you go to them every day, you get to

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Sam Presti was named the General Manager of the Supersonics.Now, I'm not a basketball fan (I will never understand watching the entire game when the last two minutes are all that really matter), but I actually went to college with Sam. And as a fellow Emerson College athlete when so few students play sports there (number one comment when I told fellow Emersonians I played softball: we have sports

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I knew that once it got warm again I was going to have a problem.I knew that a problem this big couldn't be beaten that easily.And yet I got lulled into complacency. Naively enjoying the chillier temperatures and their effects on my previously-vanquished-roommates.And then, today, with the Killers blasting joyously in my ears, my sundress swirling pleasantly around my knees, and a smile on my

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So recently, before Cope and I started whatever it is we've started here (we're not defining it at the moment) I had tentatively waded into the Match.com world. I wasn't really all that proactive about it, but I had traded emails with a couple different guys, all of whom I haven't talked to in over a week now.But today I receive the following message "from" a guy I had been talking with from Long

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So, I went for a run today.*pause so that anyone who knows me can get control of their laughter*See, there's something I haven't been talking about around these parts, and that was mainly because, well, it's a topic most girls - hell most anyone - don't usually like to display for the world.It's my weight.Now, most of the people who have come to know me since I've moved to New York are currently

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Looking back, some of my favorite posts on this blog have either been about, or related to, my Papa. There was the one when I wrote about his house in Pawtucket. The time I wrote about the dance we shared at my cousin's wedding. I wrote twice about his time in WWII.And it's appropriate. Papa is an amazing guy. He's sturdy. He's solid.He's also sick.In the last few years, my parents, aunts and

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I've never thought of myself as an internet junkie. I mean, sure, I've got my blog. And my myspace page. A few mentions here and there on old job websites, Alzheimer's Association newsletters, etc. Oh and of course there's my account on my new favorite time waster: www.goodreads.com.Then of course there's the three email addresses. The AIM screen name. The dozens of blogs I read and comment on. I

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I loved college.Ok, we all did. The freedom from parents, the lack of real responsibilities, the underaged drinking without thinking about the ramifications, wandering into an early morning class in your pajamas. Oh yeah, and the carte blanche to study basically anything you can imagine. What's not to love?But I REALLY loved Emerson College. I could go into a long list of why, but you'd all just

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My boss' boss resigned today. She'll be gone by the end of June. And as soon as she's gone the deathwatch will begin on MY boss. Most of us don't give her long once her boss is gone. It's a long story, but it leads me to one question ... am I like the black cat walking across an organization's path? My last nonprofit basically went under. Now the shake-ups here not even three months after my

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Uncle Al's beep booming baritone would always turn my name into four syllables, instead of it's typical three. It had almost a sing-song sound to it every time he wrapped me up in those kinds of hugs that completely envelope you.It's been a long time since I've had one of those hugs. Even longer since I've heard him say my name. Uncle Al has Alzheimer's.I think the first time I noticed something

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When, for the first time in weeks, you actually have the opportunity to sleep in - but instead are wide awake by 7am and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.At least there's a Sox double header to look forward to today.

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"Was there an age limit on this show?" Ryan asked as we entered Hammerstein Ballroom last night."I have no idea," I answered. "Why?""There are a lot of children here."As I looked around while we snaked our way towards the front of the stage, I noticed he was right, but didn't really think anything of it. So there were a lot of teenagers. They didn't look any stranger to me than I must have looked

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Since it's never going to happen again, I clearly needed to take a screen shot:Yeah, that's right. That's my team, The Pink Hat Haters, sitting up at Number 1. I rule.

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I think I missed a day in health class back in middle school. Perhaps it was when I was almost hospitalized with the chicken pox? Or maybe it was even younger than that, maybe they taught this lesson when I missed a few days in elementary school when that mean boy from down the street chased me on my bike and I flipped over the handlebars and landed on my face.Whenever it was, I seem to have

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Technically, I am not a fantasy sports virgin. I've played fantasy baseball twice, fantasy football a handful of times. But every time I've participated in a league I've wound up losing interest. Or not having the time. Suddenly it's been a week since I've checked on my roster and I'm hovering around the bottom of the standings.This year, I vowed it would be different. Playing in a sixteen, mixed

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We all know those unwritten rules of how to conduct yourself a break up. We each have our own, and of course they're all taken from personal experiences, but nevertheless, they're there. One of my unwritten break up rules was broken by The Twin a few weekends ago, which begged the question; what IS the code of conduct after you end a relationship? This is my attempt at answering that

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Yes, I have been absent over the last few weeks, months, etc. But really, I've got some pretty good excuses.First, I went to a Sox game at Yankee Stadium where I watched Dice-K pitch and the Sox win:And ate a lot of peanuts:After the game, I got way too wasted when the Twin showed up at Prof. Thom's after a 6 month absence. But he wasn't alone, he had the new-me with him. I held it together while

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Tickets to the Red Sox and Yankees series starting on Friday are not yet sold out.Or I guess, more accurately, they WERE sold out, but are no longer. I am assuming they released a chunk of seats recently, because I had tried multiple times to get tickets since they went on sale and no luck. But today on a whim I checked the site and lo and behold? I was soon the holder of four tickets. Two to

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For those of you in NYC (or who feel like traveling to NYC) I cordially invite you to the 5th Annual Alzheimer's Association NYC Junior Committee Gala.This event, which the Junior Committee spends countless days, weeks, and months planning, is our biggest of the year. Last year 300 people attended the event, which raises funds for the chapters programs and services.Between my Uncle Al falling

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After a weekend filled with good friends, great weather, and a Red Sox sweep of the Yankees, I travelled back to my apartment last night with the windows rolled down, looking out over the East River at the illuminated Statue of Liberty and the lower Manhattan skyline and thought - yeah it doesn't get much better than this.No, I don't think that the Yankees performance this weekend is an indicator

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1. Look in the mirror.Yup, yup that's it. That's all you've got to do people. But apparently? That was a little too much for me today.After having spent the entirety of yesterday in a cold sweat under my down comforter, coughing so much that I gave myself a migraine, and barely being able to get up in order to down the water that was necessary to keep me from completely dehydrating, I awoke this

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It was a good thing I brought my most recent Time magazine with me. Typically, my subscriptions to Time and Sports Illustrated serve as reading material for my breakfast in the morning, occasionally my commute. I'll get an article in here and there. I hardly ever have the time to sit down and read through an entire issue in one sitting. But Saturday was a bit different.Two hours, two subways, and

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So yet another week has passed with no update from me. What can I say, it's been busy. But there IS an update to come. The problem I am coming across now is that there are just SO many posts I've got rolling around in my head. One about the Kaiser Chiefs concert I went to last week. One about my Saturday in which I crammed an entire week's worth of cultural events into one day. Yet another about

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There are a million things I should be doing right now. Not the least of which being that I should be at the bar watching the Sox game instead of listening to it on the internet. Or putting away my laundry. Or, I don't know, eating dinner.But thus far, this job has been sucking the life out of me. I'm too tired to do shit. Now don't take that the wrong way, I am still enjoying it, and it's

FINYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12796264055714604645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9706859.post-43643122482521894742007-04-02T07:22:00.000-04:002007-06-10T21:05:36.163-04:00

This afternoon, the Red Sox season opens up in Kansas City. For the next six months I'll be spending even more time than I already do at the local Red Sox bar Proffesor Thom's, I'll travel to at least four different cities to see games. I'll read thousands of articles, watch ESPN obsessively, and inevitably lose my fantasy league because I can never seem to pay enough attention to it.This weekend

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Business Casual. It can mean so many things. To most of the places I've worked it's meant just that. Look presentable should a client, author, or executive come in, but wearing a blazer to work would be taken as a sign that you were looking elsewhere and had an interview that day.Not the place of new employ. Oh no. They say business casual, they mean business. I've somehow managed to find a

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... Ok, so there are many reasons I finally caved and signed up for cable. I could finally afford it. I'd worn all my dvds out. Netflix can only be your lone source of television for so long. But this? THIS? CLEARLY THE BEST REASON!What is it you ask? It's the fact that I am currently watching Tim Wakefield throw to Jason Giambi during a Spring Training game. And I'm not at the bar to do it. No,

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I am currently watching the NESCAC Men's Hockey championships online. In Starbucks.This is interesting only because my little brother is playing in the game. And are down 3-1 at the beginning of the third period.And I am trying DESPERATELY not to scream at the computer screen.While at the same time, trying to flirt with a relatively cute guy who sat down with me at the table, happens to be from

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It's official people, I'm staying in New York. I have accepted the position of Online Content Manager for a nonprofit here in the Big Apple that works for a cause that I happen to not only feel strongly about, but am also personally connected to.This was a tough one. Up until a few days ago, I was completely convinced that I was ready to move to Boston. I was. I thought I would have no problem

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... I'm staying in NYC.Running out to a lunch date, and then back with all the details.Hurrah!!!

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Well, the deadline for the decision was pushed back. I now have until noon. Still some phone calls that need to be made, and discussions that need to be had. I'd post something more coherent, but all I want to talk about is this job issue, and I can't talk about it yet!Soon, dear readers, soon.**update on the update ... this is driving me insane. Waiting for the phone to ring. Juggling the two

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Well, I'm back, and in no state of mind to be eloquent at the moment, so instead? A list.Things that have happened since I last posted:* I travelled to Boston for 5 days ...* ... and was drunk for approximately 22 out of 24 hours each day I was there.* ... took over Pizzaria Regina with somewhere around seventeen people.* ... took a personalized, private trolly tour that included two bar stops.*

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Well, in just a few hours I'll be heading, once again, back up to Boston. This isn't about a job interview (though they're all going well. And I actually have another one later this morning via phone for yet another nonprofit here in NYC). Nope, this trip is all about relaxing. And, well, most likely getting quite wasted.This weekend, my friends, is the Winter Summit. 16 of us will converge on

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Well, I made it back from Boston in one piece. The 36 hour trip was tough but worth it. The interview went VERY well, and they've already been in touch via email to let me know that they are trying to figure out when everyone would be free to see me for a second interview. But now I am just trying to finish prepping for my interivew here in NYC in a few hours, so you'll have to excuse me while I

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Well, wish me luck. I'm on my way up to Boston for my interview on Monday.I've had a lot of conversations with people about the potential position up there, and reactions have varied quite a bit. From friends who always thought I was more of a "Boston girl" to others who were wary that the position would be at a catholic girls school. It's impossible to find someone in my life who is unbiased,

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The competition between Boston and New York transcends two baseball teams and their avid fan bases. Sure the Red Sox and the Yankees have a rivalry unlike any other in sports, but in all honesty it goes much deeper than that. It's about two cities whose residents are fiercely loyal to the places they call home.Typically, you choose one or the other. You're either a Bostonian or a New Yorker. As

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There are three places in this world that will always feel like home to me. Rhode Island. Boston. And New York. Rhode Island will always be home, but it's a place I could never move back to (sorry Mom). New York, well it's been home for going on five years now. And Boston? I may have only called Boston home for 4 years, but it's where my heart will always be. And where I plan to move back to.

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To: The City of New YorkFrom: FinyRe: (untitled)Message:You're trying to break me right now. And I just thought I should let you know, I'm not going to let you.

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Fantastical thinking, or, thinking about the world in a way that is inconsistent with real-world knowledge, is a basic level of human development. I know, I used to work on psychology textbooks. The field of psychology teaches us that children are really young scientists, trying to rationalize the ways of the world, making mistakes in order to find the correct path, imagining impossible scenarios

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A wise person once told me, that looking back in 20 years, it's the experiences you'll remember, not your bank account balance.I've done a lot of cool stuff in my 26 years. I've been to more Sox games than I can remember. Went to the Dominican Republic. Travelled to CA Chicago, every state on the Eastern seaboard. Sure, you can't exactly call me worldly, but I've done enough to keep myself

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It's a small, small world.The song has been running through my head lately (and now probably through at least a few of yours). It's easy to think that in a city of a couple million people it would be easy never to run into people, never to have that kind of random coincidence type of moment. But in the last week, I've had more than my fair share. Luckily, all of them were in a good way.Thursday

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Tickets for the 2007 Red Sox season went onsale today. After 4 hours and about 25 open windows, I scored myself 2 tickets to a game against the Angels in August and 2 tickets to a game against the Orioles in September.Add that to the 4 games The Welshman and I are planning on attending down in Baltimore, and hopefully at least one game at Yankee Stadium (if I can get them when they do on sale on

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Every day life is a great tool to get away from ourselves. We throw our attention into our work, our social lives, our hobbies. We can safely avoid thinking about the things we don't want to admit, or don't want to dwell on by simply crowding our brains with appointments, plans, and frivolous details.In the last three weeks I've had what everyone always seems to want and no one seems to have.

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Number of Job Sites Checked and Bookmarked: 374 (yes, I've kept track, yes, there's an excel sheet, no, I swear it's not color coded - yet)Number of Jobs Applied For Since January 1st: 54 (Ok, ok, same as above)Number of Rejection Letters Received (sans interview): 4 (HA! No spread sheet there - just a file folder)Number of Jobs Applied For That Have Since Been Reposted (aka. the most passive/

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Well, I am still a little bit in mourning over the game last night. It hurt. But we deserved to lose playing like that. Watching the second half was just ... disheartening. Thankfully, I had many MANY friends at Prof. Thom's to share our misery (and more than a few beers). But damn ... just ... damn.So now it's time to turn our attention to baseball. Pitchers and catchers report to Spring

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Brady and Manning. New England and Indy. The Pats and The Colts. You get the feeling it had to be this way. Here's the problem. If you equate this to the Sox v. Patriots ... the Pats are the Yankees.Yikes.Most of the country is sick of my team. They're sick of us winning. 3 Super Bowls in the last 5 years. Constantly in the hunt. For a while it was a great underdog story. Now ... people want

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Because on top of the fact that anxiety has caused me not to sleep in the last three weeks, I am now just finishing watching Discs 2, 3, AND 4 of Season 2 of Grey's Anatomy, and I CAN'T. STOP. WATCHING. It is now 3am. This is a problem, people. A serious, serious problem.

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1. Drink enough that you're wasted enough not to care that a whole bunch of people are watching you shake your stuff, but not so wasted that you could fall off the bar and break your head.2. Even if you're not quite to that point yet, don't let one of your girls get up there on her own. Ever.3. Be sure to have two guy friends accompanying you. Put a hand on each of their shoulders, prop your knee

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As a follow up to my last post, I have found a few things that are keeping me elevated. Finding a job to apply to that I'm not only qualified for but that excites me. Cleaning my apartment and reorganizing my life (though after two weeks, there's very little left to do to be honest). My walks in Prospect Park.But I think one of the best mood elevators I've found thus far has been music. I've

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The brave face can only be worn so long before the glue that holds in to your skin starts to become ineffectual. Bits of the real you start to peek through. The bags under your eyes. The tear running down your cheek. The slight downward turn of your lips.I put on the brave face well to most people. But I've been dying inside a little bit for more than a month. Dealing with the holidays, the job

FINYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12796264055714604645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9706859.post-81229690140162692562007-01-15T09:35:00.001-05:002007-01-15T09:36:09.880-05:00

I had been streaming WEEI on the web obsessively the last week. I'd read the articles, I'd checked the sports blogs, I'd read the posting boards. And really all it got me was a large dose of nerves.This was always going to be a close game. I don't think there was anyone who really thought it could be any other way. Watching the game at Prof. Thom's with a couple hundred other Pat's fans we

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I haven't talked a lot about my relationship with Barnard Boy here at Miles from Fenway. It just, well it didn't feel right knowing how many mutual friends we had that read here. In the end, I know that ending the relationship was the right thing to do. But knowing it was the right thing to do. Knowing that in the end this was the best decision, does not make the knowledge that I hurt him feel

FINYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12796264055714604645noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9706859.post-39097520854028891522007-01-10T15:23:00.000-05:002007-01-15T09:37:25.457-05:00

Thanks to Dave Copeland for calling this to my attention. Apparently, this week is National Delurking Weekweek is , which works out quite nicely with what I wanted to write about today. So lurkers? Warm up those fingers and unveil yourself, cause I need suggestions.See, being unemployed has it's ups and downs. I have to say that the arm chair I am now sitting in is quite a bit more comfortable

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1. My cat sleeps more than I thought an animal could.2. Lack of human contact can make a person go crazy.3. Eventually, all job postings sound the same.4. There's at least one hawk that lives in Prospect Park.5. My new digital camera is fantastic.6. I am a terrible photographer, but I still love to take pictures (ok, maybe that one I knew before).7. It's possible to live very cheaply in New York

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Wake up those echos, it's time for ND vs. LSU in the Sugar Bowl.I've got one question before the game starts ... as I am watching the pre-game, I have to wonder, am I going to look like a heartless human being rooting against LSU tonight? I mean, the game is IN New Orleans, every human-interest story is about Katrina, is it completely terrible that I am still hoping that the Irish beat the

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Well, it's been about a week since I posted last. In that week we've rung in a new year, Miles From Fenway turned 2, I spent three days in Boston, and contracted a rather nasty stomach virus.Sitting here at home, my second day of unemployment is being passed applying for jobs, concentrating on my new post as the Alzheimer's Association Junior Committee's Community Relations Chair, and trying not

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It started out innocently enough. A good morning here and there. A how are you thrown in for effect. He was one of the things I loved about my neighborhood. Or really, he was the embodiment of what I loved about my neighborhood. Friendly, affable, not at all the stereotypical New York asshole.One day I walked by with my Sox hat on. He immediately made a comment."Uh oh, a Sox fan in Brooklyn?"

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January:I Got Fired:It's funny how we define ourselves by our careers. I'm an Assistant Editor. She's a doctor, he's an actor. Upon first meeting someone one of the automatic questions is: "What do you do?" In approximately five weeks I will no longer have an answer to that question.February:I Got Drunk, and I Got a New Job:I awoke yesterday with, quite possibly, the worst hangover of my life. My

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In just a few short hours I will walk into the office and start taking things down off the walls, packing up boxes, and wrapping up projects. By Friday, the office will be clear, my inbox inexistent. I'll be gone. In a way, today feels like the beginning of the end.But in a completely separate way, it feels like the right time for this to be happening. December is a time of year when we all

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Christmas always brings with it a feeling of youth. Memories of waiting up for Santa Claus. Swearing you could hear the reindeer on the roof. Leaving out milk and cookies. Trying your best not to taunt your siblings for fear that St. Nick would see you and put you on the "naughty" list and leave you only a lump of coal in your stocking. And that feeling of magic when you woke up Christmas morning

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Well, it's official. December 29th is my last day on the job.I thought it was going to feel better than this. But then again, I thought there was the possibility that I would have a job lined up, and I don't. And I wish people would stop saying "But you knew this was coming ..." because honestly? Forewarning does not make being unemployed feel any better. Being laid-off feels shitty any time.

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My brain is fried. But the highlight of my week? By FAR? Anna Quindlen served me eggs last night. Yup, that's right people, a best selling author served me breakfast. Why? Oh, well, I went to Midnight Breakfast at Barnard with Barnard Boy last night and along with the Deans, Profs., staff, etc. serving all manner of morning food, Barnard alumnus Anna Quindlen was in attendance. I didn't even want

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Really isn't everything I post here a brain dump? I've used that title so many times I don't even know what number I'm on now. So on with the brain dump:* The interviews are going well. I had a second interview with one organization yesterday that included a writing test and providing them with writing samples (shockingly none of which I took from here). Today is the second interview for the

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What a week. Two Ryan Adams concerts. Two interviews (both of which went very well, thank you for all your well wishes. I've got a writing test for one on Monday, and I just sent the second organization the writing samples they requested at the end of the interview, so keep those fingers crossed). It's been packed that's for sure. And today I head to Brunswick, ME to visit my little brother at

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Well, sort of. My Christmas present for Barnard Boy, a ridiculously large Ryan Adams fan, was two tickets to the show last night at Town Hall. I gave them to him with the stipulation that he was in no way required to take me to see the show. See, Adams played Monday night, which BB went to alone, last night, and also tonight. Four of us already had tickets to tomorrow's show and while I like Ryan

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Most of you reading this blog right now are children of the internet age. We apply for jobs on the internet, talk to friends on the internet, we pay our bills, buy gifts, in some cases even do our grocery shopping on the internet (yay Fresh Direct!). We marvel at how long it must have taken to do the most mundane things before the advent of the electronic age. It's a beautiful thing.But it has

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I know the picture is blurry, but I had had a glass of egg nog and it's a camera phone so what can you expect? But I had to share, I am just so excited that I got my Christmas tree this weekend. Barnard Boy and I spent the weekend decorating it, listening to Christmas music, and watching movies such as Rudolph. With the dip in temperatures to winter like numbers (finally), it's beginning to look

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35,372. That's as far as I got. Part of me is supremely disappointed, another part of me is just happy to be writing again. Happy to have found a project that I am emotionally and intellectually excited by. Overjoyed to have found characters I enjoy. And frankly amazed that it took me this long to feel that spark again.In the end, my work situation was what did me in. My down time now is devoted

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I have a history of being in misunderstood relationships. Starting all the way back in high school with Yact Boy, people have questioned my choices in partners. My high school sweetheart, WPI Guy, The Ex, Crazy Rebound Guy (ok those were well-founded), The Twin; all relationships that lasted a year or longer, during each of which I heard things like You two are just so different, He's so

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Homeward bound, I wish I was, homeward boundOh wait, I am! And I couldn't be happier about it. I know I'll miss NYC while I'm gone, and I will most definitely miss my kitty, who I leave in Meegan's more than capable hands, but God I just can't wait to round the bend on Rt. 114 in East Providence and see Hundred Acre Cove. To walk into my family room to be wrapped into a never-ending hug from my

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... getting a call from a friend who has an extra ticket to tonight's Modest Mouse concert at Bowery Ballroom. Woohoo!

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The last couple months haven't been what we'd call the happiest times. A lot of shit has gone wrong, gone right, and then gone wrong again. There was the cockroaches, The Twin, the purse, and now I don't know if I'm going to have a job in two months time.So it's time to remind myself that these are all fleeting things. The cockroaches are gone, and I am now left with an extremely cute apartment

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There are a lot of reasons I don't talk about work in this space that often. It's a dangerous topic to touch. People have been fired for less. And even if a current employer doesn't mind, if a blogger is out there looking for a new job, the potential for someone to not get an interview, or not get a job because of their personal blogs is not out of the realm of possibility.And that's exactly the

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I have to say, I am happy for the Marlin's shortstop, Hanley Ramirez, for winning the NL Rookie of the Year. But at the same time, I'm still a little sad we let him go.The Sox should find out today if they were the highest bidders in the race to talk to Daisuke Matsuzaka, a Japanese pitcher, supposedly the next big thing. Right now, I am just amused by the process in general. MLB teams had to

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I'm WAY behind on my word count for Nanowrimo, but still committed to finishing my novel by the 30th. Recent favorite dialogue exchange:"Well, it doesn't look like you exactly came from a rousing game of paintball now does it?" She said, cocking one eyebrow.His laugh was deep and hearty, "Sure felt like one. Bad blind date; even worse than a paintball to the groin."

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