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Despite the rain and gloom, the kids and I were able to grill in memorium of those we’ve lost. Then, we topped it off with a killer rock show featuring the Coastal Drag. More pics to come.

My friend Kelly has two kittens available for adoption. I would take them myself but my living situation is not fit for a poor animal.

When I woke up this morning, I noticed a strange condition outside my window. An overcast sky exuded a light drizzle to the shiny concrete below. How odd, I thought, that such miserable weather could fall upon a normally pleasant town. In seriousness, I love sweatshirt weather and I am relishing our cold spring. My Ra worshipping friends can GF themselves at some seaside litter box in Jersey.
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Today’s shot…new waders! The second pair purchased in less than a month, they finally fit me correctly. Despite the fact that when I wear them I will be up to my belly in water and surrounded by scruffy dudes, I felt compelled to get a pair that make me look good. This is another
indicator that I might be a gay man trapped in straight man’s body, or a straight man in a gay man’s, or what ever psychological combination that causes me to be thin and use hair product, but still like vaginas.
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I rate the next Matrix movie as fantastic. A few worthless scenes, yes, but overall a real thinker.

Once it was sunny.

Kate and I at a funky party on Friday.

Colleen and I danced it while Mike spun at Lolita last night. Erik, Adam, and Walker cheered from the sidelines. I got hit on by a plump 22-year-old Indian woman.

The team ran the Chase Corporate Challenge, a 5K race to build company spirit. I finished in 28:24, which is not bad for a smoker.

All good—and also the semi-good, narcissistic—things must come to an end. I am both dejected and relieved to announce that I am discontinuing daily updates to this site. My reasons for stopping are as various and subconscious as the impetuses that led me to purchase this domain over a year ago.
Started as a place to share vacation photos, the site evolved into an open letter. A note to friends and family, New Yorkers and out-of-towners, ex and potential girlfriends, the Sean of today and the Sean of tomorrow. A list of things I had no one to tell. While sipping coffee and typing out my musings every morning, I held my audience of about twenty folks in the fore of my thoughts. I’m grateful to everyone who read my ramblings and wrote back. To everyone who got the jokes, the tongue-in-cheek narcissism. To everyone to whom the site—one of the many obsessions I’ve had—became a form of conversation while trapped in our cubicle walls.

Whatever compelled me to display photos combined with stream of consciousness, to document the minutia of my evenings and retell such trivia the next day, to write inside jokes that only sometimes I got, to take so many g**d*** pictures-it’s gone. Or at least gone for now. When your job, apartment, wardrobe, and haircut stay the same, it’s hard to notice the subtle differences that alter your countenance. The site may give some insight, and so its ending is ironic. The only thing that could explain why I’m ending the website is if I continued the website. It has always been therapeutic.

As I inch closer to thirty, I’ve grown as accustomed in my pale skin as I’ll ever be. I think maybe I just want to savor bar conversations without pressuring myself to jot down the details. Maybe I’ve surpassed the need to validate my life by splashing it across the web. Maybe I just want some privacy. Most likely I am being melodramatic right now and all I need is a break.

In the next few months I intend to still include pages dedicated to special events and trips. My photos are now online and my apartment is too small to revert to physical albums. I also have a new soundtrack ready to roll. As for the few samples of writing I publish here, they will hopefully be put to better use. I need to find the backbone and diligence to edit and submit them for publication. They are sub-par, but so are many magazines in the world. I can at least try to give this stuff away. Also, I hope to write more. Spending time on the site has often given me a false sense of accomplishment that may have allowed me to neglect my other goals. Perhaps I can use coffee time for rewrites and emailing submissions.

For a final note I’d like to hedge my bets and offer a qualification. I may wake up next week jonesing to write captions about my nose hair and start it up all over again. All my writing is done by compulsion, so I would welcome the urge. Maybe I’ll start something completely new. Being made for Sean by Sean, I can assume my readers will forgive me. Try to be diligent, future Sean.

Good bye, Columbus.

Is this photo funny? Not really. But then notice the non-ironic wearing of foam souvenir caps and the look on the girls face as she inspects her pizza. She does not like New York City.
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I’m currently rewriting the sites mission statement. Suggestions are welcome.
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If you know any one from New Hampshire, offer your condolences—the KEYWORDS:years/2002/pages/mtwash/mtwash53.jpg” target=”_blank”>old man on the mountain has fallen.
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Feliz Cinco de Mayo.

After awhile, all the girls in New York start to look the same.I feel bad using this shot because the artistic creativity belongs to the display designer and not me. I’m just reporting on it—Prada on Broadway in Soho. If you look closely you can see my reflection.
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I had a good evening last night. I met an out of town friend for dinner, did mad exercises in the gym with Kelly, and then got to say hello to Lauren, Mary, Colleen, and Kate. They were celebrating “girls night” in my neighborhood, which is the sort of thing that scares the hell out of me. Drunken packs of women can kill you with abashment by devolving much too much about tampons, so I took refuge in the Laker game. However, drunken packs of women do make for good photos of the day, but I only got one shot and it didn’t turn out.
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Hi, I’m Good (doesn’t rhyme with food).