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Music 

OKKERVIL RIVER: THE SILVER GYMNASIUM

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From cheerfully bouncy to spitting feedback to whispering the most intimate memories, The Silver Gymnasium proves to be a treat for veteran fans and newcomers alike. Continue reading

Arts 

GO: CENTRAL ROCK GYM’S NEW WATERTOWN LOCATION

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Alleged to be the most advanced and largest climbing gym in New England, CRG promises a good time for all ages. Continue reading

Fiction 

ODD FALL FICTION: THE CAROLINES

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“Tough life out here, huh, boy?” She stroked his ears, his thoughts moving up through her hands. He was old, and it hurt to swallow. He had run away from a man who came home drunk some nights and kicked him. It made her throat tighten and her eyes wet. “That’s bad. I’m really sorry.” Some people fed him, but mostly he ate garbage, and he hurt every night when it got cold. He hurt all the time. He wanted peace, and he looked right into her face to say it. Continue reading

Food and Drinks 

WELLNESS FOR DEGENERATES: THE SCOURGE OF LYME DISEASE AND ME

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When I called and was asked to describe the bite and pain that was starting to radiate from the bite and travel up the side of my leg, they told me to come in immediately. Underscoring just how rapidly the swelling happened, I was placed antibiotics without a single test. It was officially unofficial. I had Lyme disease. Continue reading

Food and Drinks Opinion 

WELLNESS FOR DEGENERATES: DISCIPLINE REQUIRED

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Really becoming disciplined means changing your life, and creating a new “normal” of ritual and routine. This comes through taking control of your schedule, your body, and your mind. Like getting up early to hit the gym so it’s done and out of the way, or deciding to have two beers instead of four. Continue reading

Fiction 

ROAD TRIP FICTION: COMPANION PLANTS

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Doubt came to me along with my sexuality: My body laid out and contorted before teenage boys, repeated, detached, while my mind traveled to a pond, Jackie lying on her back in a bikini of blue stripes, dark tan arms folded behind her head on a raft. Continue reading