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January 30th, 2005
You’d think that when someone was at the gym (yes, actually there after waking up and battling fatigue and cold and motivational issues) and actually stepping away on one of those elliptical machines, that thoughts would turn to the beat of the music or the day’s events or the news on the TV screen.
But alas, it does not.
Instead, I find myself trying to come up with a variety of excuses for why I have already exceeded the 20 minute elliptical limit that has been set forth by the phantom “owners” of said establishment. For if someone were to stand behind my rising and falling body and if they were to spy that I had already been on said machine for more than the 20 minute elliptical limit, well then, they’re probably going to come up and ask me one of the following questions…
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July 26th, 2004
They have no experience whatsoever.
They have no political background. No experience with public policy. They do not have close contacts within the city council nor do they know anyone at the public utility commission. They do not wear suits and they do not drive Bentleys.
But they have some really swanky workout gloves. (The kinds with the wrist wraps.)
They are the Mayor of the Gym and they are in every single gym in every single city in every single state throughout this country. They are normally over 50, wrinkly but firm, and have names like “George”, “Stan” and “Thompson.” And they know every single person’s name who works out at their gym. They even know your name and you’ve never shook their bony (but firm) hand before today.
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June 22nd, 2004
Stephen Spielberg’s latest “not number one at the movies but still OK” film The Terminal hit theaters last week to average buzz and polite reviews and stars our good friends Tom Hanks and Catherine Zeta-Jones-Douglas. In it, Hanks plays a foreigner who must live in the NYC airport after being denied return passage to his home country.
Would you believe the same exact thing happened to me? Sort of?
I was visiting The Beverly Center here in Los Angeles a few years back on an afternoon that is now referred to as “the afternoon that incident happened” although on the day in question it was referred to as “just an ordinary everyday afternoon that happened to include a trip to The Beverly Center.” My goal in heading over there was to pick up some gym equipment in an attempt to cause my biceps, chest and lat muscles to bulge with strengh and excitement.
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