Archive for February 2004
The White Horse Tavern (Either Way)
What difference does it make either way? Despite myself, I am smiling (pay no heed to the photo). Perhaps because of my two pint visit to the White Horse Tavern. Perhaps the sushi and Saporo afterwards. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps… I moved to New York ten years ago. I was 22-years-old. I had $400 tucked into…
Read MoreThe Most Melancholy Playlist Ever
I believe that I have constructed the most melancholy iPod playlist ever… The Blower’s Daughter – Damien Rice Needle In The Hay – Elliot Smith Fire & Rain – James Taylor Until you Break – Matthew Sweet Love Town – Peter Gabriel The Tower Of Learning – Rufus Wainwright Birth Of Words – The Samples…
Read MoreTop Five Most Memorable Break-Ups
My desert-island, all-time, top five most memorable break-ups, in chronological order: 1. Amy 2. Kirsten 3. Erin 4. Polly 5. Jennifer Those were the ones that really hurt. Can you see your name on the list? 1. Amy (1987): Ok, so I was sixteen, so it’s scarcely admissible. But remember how things felt when you…
Read MoreNote To Self: No More Drunken Blogging
This is getting to be a bad habit: waking up at 4 a.m., washing down two Advil with a bottle of Gatorade, and deleting my previous Daily Journal entry. Note to self: no more posting under the influence. This much I will tell you… I got my bonus yesterday, which was nice. Then The Man…
Read MoreWhen The Room Went Dark
I could hear the human noise we sat there making, neither of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
Read More“Charis lost the battle tonight, and has gone to be with Jesus in Heaven. She was surrounded by those who love her. This is a tremendously difficult time and all your prayers are welcome. We will inform you of further arrangements. Love and peace, JP.” I went to high school with Jason and Charis Pierson.…
Read MoreFunny what twelve hours of sleep can do. And two hours in the dentist chair can undo. So I slept from seven to seven, woken only by the baby downstairs, bathroom breaks, and some pretty ferocious dreams. Generally, though, I shook off my Grammy hangover. So I got up and went running. It was nearly…
Read MoreThis is what I look like seconds after abandoning my attempt to capture my exhausted melancholy in song: defeated. I left The MTV sometime around 2:30 last night. Times Square was empty, the lights blinking for no one but me. I walked north on Broadway until Air’s ‘Mike Mills’ — the perfect acompanyment for an…
Read MoreSeniority
Yo, so it’s 1:15 in the morning. I’m still on the 29th floor at The MTV. The Grammy Awards are over, though we’re still working on all our wrap ups. Tim Russert’s interview with George Bush is encoring on MSNBC, and I gotta’ say, it’s funnier than SNL. Still, I can’t stand to watch any…
Read MoreThe sun was just peaking over the treetops of the West Village as I struck out for the first of my two races this morning… The first starts in an hour, a NYRRC 10k, so I really should get into my racing tights and such (triple layers for sure — it’s wicked cold). Then I…
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