Archive for April 2003
Finally, A Perc From My Job!
I’ll be brief, because it’s late (enough), and I have miles in the morning. I just got in from a screening of ‘X2: X-Men Unite’ at 20th Century Fox’s corporate screening room. Finally, a perc from my job! There were a dozen people there. The theater held 24 people. It was a brand-new print. The…
Read MoreSleepless
Monday. Couldn’t sleep. First it was the sugar buzz from fat-free yogurt. Then it was trucks on 10th Avenue. Then my neighbors came home and stomped around upstairs, all laughter and “shhhhhhh!” Then it was my allergies: eyes itching, sticky, couldn’t breath, headache. Finally said ‘fuck it,’ at 5:30, and got out of bed. Logged…
Read MoreDocumentary
I woke from a fitful sleep to the sound of grinding metal. A mere 150 feet across the street at precisely the elevation of my bedroom window, workmen are cutting, hammering, welding and power-sanding the immense iron structure supporting the huge wooden barrel that supplies water to the Interboro Continuing Education center. It’s an agonizing…
Read MoreEaster Weekend Epiphany
There’s a horrible squeaking on my rail car, Amtrak Acela Express #2214, bound from Philadelphia to New York City. But at least I’m sitting down. I left Paoli Station, just minutes from my mother’s bucolic suburban home, at 6:15, almost four hours ago. But it’s Easter Sunday, and all the good Catholics were returning home,…
Read MoreRandom Notes
I’ve sat down to my Powerbook a few times this week to update The Daily Journal, but found myself lacking anything of real merit to say. I realized tonight that there are a few loose threads to sew up, some unfinished business to tend too… First, the fun stuff: my music. As you’ll recall, I…
Read MoreEvery Racer Has Story
Today was a stunning day: bright sun, cloudless sky, crisp air. I ran the Niketown Run for the Park with my brother, his wife, and 4700 other runner. It was a shorty — 4 miles in 29:29 — but I ran it pretty quickly for me (7:22/mile). And standing at the finish, I was reminded…
Read MoreStay Tuned
My windows are wide open. Outside, the chirp of birds and the buzz of traffic in equal measure. Looking up, the sky is bright blue. It’s 6:22 p.m., and the sun has yet to set. Finally, it’s springtime. And not a moment too soon. I went to the Knicks game last night with bassist Tony…
Read MoreThe Graduate
Today began on Continental flight #369, seat 14B (the middle seat, a.k.a. “riding bitch”), arriving Newark, New Jersey, from Las Vegas, Nevada. I fell asleep just moments after takeoff (23:00 PT), and slept soundly until just seconds before landing (7:00 ET). I staggered off the jetway, stumbled zombie-like to Starbucks, grabbed my bag, got my…
Read MoreWhat Freedom Feels Like
I went running early this morning in Red Rock Canyon in the mountains west of Las Vegas. It was, in short, as beautiful, peaceful, and awe-inspiring a place that I’ve been to in months. It was stark contrast to the faux-opulance I’ve been taking in here in Vegas, but the entire experience helped me better…
Read MoreOn Hold With Wayne Newton
I’m on hold with the Wayne Newton Theater. It’s Sunday night. In less than an hour, I will bow before Mr. Las Vegas, Mr. Excitement, himself. I’m in The Venitian Hotel, 33 floors above the famed Las Vegas Strip. Everyhere I go in this town, every set piece and gold-plating I take in I think,…
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