The End of 215 Chicago, and other Indiscriminate Deliberations

If you took the house that was located at 215 Chicago Blvd in Sea Girt, threw it in on a flatbed truck and delivered it to somewhere in Kansas, it might, might, be worth as much as it is to rent a three-bedroom condo in Hoboken for a year. 215 …

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Facing Down Facebook

I just poked myself into not writing what my status is on Facebook. Sure, it was tempting to tell the world where my head was at, simply because I was really convinced that my friends (some of whom I haven’t seen since WarGames was in the theatres) needed to know …

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Hoping on Hope

Not sure you heard, but Barack Obama becomes the nation’s 44th President today. He is the most popular man in the world right now, and to think that one year ago he was just an inexperienced, relatively unknown Junior Senator entering a Democratic race as big a longshot as the …

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St. Parsimonious Day in Hoboken

par·si·mo·ni·ous: exhibiting or marked by parsimony ; especially : frugal to the point of stinginess. And that’s the only word that comes to mind when chronicling the events of St. Patrick’s Day in Hoboken: Deep Recession Edition! Lines were shorter or non-existent at many places that once saw lines as …

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