• Tapping a barometer brings me inner peace—it instantly transports me shipboard and a long, long way from Manhattan.
• Walking to work, instead of taking the subway. The long walk calms me down.
• Sunday night bball, 8–10, at the Brooklyn Y on Atlantic Ave.
• Taking the time to send a hand-written card to a friend.
• Posting anonymous dating ads monthly in the “men seeking men—misc. romance” section of Craigslist. Even though I am already sort of dating someone. Just in case.
• I lie on the floor and turn the fan on.
• Watching my sons splashing around at the seashore (would like a video tape of this to play in old age).
• Generosity. When I manage to remember to help other people out for no reason, and my ego subsides momentarily, I feel better.
• Push the envelope of Internet porn.
• A Beefeater martini and, guilt permitting, a Camel Light.
• Smoking a joint while sitting on the deck down by the Seaport that overlooks the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges, then eating an ice cream from the ice-cream man. Inner Peace City.
• I only have time for a bit of chocolate, which is rinsed down with three-quarters of a bottle of red wine—because I can’t have my wife accusing me of drinking a whole bottle of wine myself. Preferably, she has a glass, then I finish the rest.
• I get satisfaction mainly from work—from capturing something, getting it just right. A complete feeling when it happens, but it hardly ever does.
• I make do with abusing strangers in basketball and fondling old books.
• Church. Specifically the group prayer that happens early on in each service, where everyone prays silently for a minute or so and then the minister says a prayer out loud on everyone’s behalf for a couple of minutes.
• I make lists. Because if something is on a list, I don’t have to worry about it as much.
• Try to travel alone at least once or twice a year. And Sunday lunch with a bottle of wine.
• Hopefully breast implants (being put in next week). Although, this is more my husband’s definition of inner peace.
• I watch soccer on TV, preferably teams I don’t care about too much. That way I don’t get too worked up about what happens while still getting some action to enjoy.


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