My Pretty Nice Little Sunday With Tyler Durden, Frank The Tank, And Sven

Driving to Elizabeth this morning, I was reminded of two classic film scenes. Abbigail and I moved into our new apartment together nearly three months ago. Still, our dining room table lacks chairs. Our books are stacked on shoddy, foldable shelves. And our twenty inch television rests on a metallic microwave stand from Lechters. And…

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Well Drinks

There’s a modest little bar on 82d and Amsterdam called The Dead Poet. Even before I moved to the Upper West Side in 2004 and began to consider it my neighborhood hang, I was a fan of the place. I found it online some years ago searching for a location to celebrate my brother Christofer’s…

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Sunshower

I managed to sneak out of the office just after seven o’clock last night. 46th Street was teeming with tourists awash in smoke from a dozen gyro grills on account of the Taste of Times Square festival. I took to Eighth Avenue, skirted a cab, dodged a bus, and headed west. I was listening to…

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I Know… But I Like It

I gave Ethan his first guitar when he was just six-months-old. It was a bright red wooden thing; a bit more than a toy, but less than a real acoustic guitar. A bit overzealous? Perhaps. And that says nothing of the bongos, the piano, or the maracas I gave him — all before his first…

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Everybody Knows – MP3

Sometimes songs come easily. I woke up from an afternoon nap around two o’clock (late night at Alphabet Lounge) with a dog eared copy of Ben Fong Torres’ Gram Parson biography, “Hickory Wind,” at my side, and heard a melody with the line “If you’re goin’ back to L.A., tell my father I said hello”…

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Seems So Long I’ve Been Waiting (Still Don’t Know What For)

A coupla’ months ago, when Chris emailed me and asked if I wanted to play a show, I was all, like, “Sure!” I figured he and I would hook up with Tony and Ryan and do our thing: his songs, my songs, Buckeye — whatever. Then we found out that Vaughnathon was double-booked. And I…

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My Life On The A-List

There are four kinds of ice cream in the fridge: Breyer’s All Natural Vanilla, Breyer’s Slow Churned Fat-Free Vanilla, Ben & Jerry’s Mint Chocolate Cookie, and Sharon’s Coconut Sorbet. Ok, so one’s sorbet, but still: I would never have had four kinds of ice cream in the fridge as a bachelor. Four! We’re watching Kathy…

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They’re Tryin’ To Make Me Go To Rehab

Moments after this joyful photograph was taken, we learned the news that the nation’s most beloved heiress had turned herself over to authorities. I began the day reading The New York Times, then crafted a new script for the second “Mister Rogers & Me” trailer. Deep and simple. I am currently wrapping up MTV News’…

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First Person Singular

I can’t tell you what joy it brings me to see my colleagues’ mugs online. And not just because they’re good looking. I’ve been ballyhooing the blog as a means of granting audiences access to newsrooms to no avail for years. Still, even as corporate news correspondants — from Brian Williams to Katie Couric to…

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