The Place Where You Live

I have the best ringtone ever. I was a senior in high school when R.E.M. released its first Warner Bros. record, “Green,” on November 8, 1988. The band had (of course) crawled from The South, releasing five sonically and lyrically unique pop albums on IRS Records and setting the bar for what would become “alternative…

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Gardening At Night

I’m out to dinner with my mom. She’s been a Istanbul for the last three weeks, so there’s a fair amount of catching up to do. A lot has happened, but mostly, I wanted to tell her about progress on my Mr. Rogers documentary. Mrs. Rogers gave me her blessing for the project two years…

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Love, Rain, Or Me

I woke up slowly this morning. The windows were thrown wide. The screen door was open. A breeze blew through my bedroom. And then I heard the rain. The sky was growing light. The air was cool. The patter was soothing. The clock read 5:31. My alarm was set for 6:30. I decided to forgo…

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Medallion

Most afternoons around one o’clock, I take what I call (with respect to The Daily Show) my “Moment of Zen.” There’s not much to it, really. It’s basically a walk around the block. I head out the uptown exit of 1515 Broadway, walk west to Eighth Avenue, south to 43d Street, pick up lunch at…

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That Helping Feeling

After three days of rain, the skies finally began to clear this morning. So Abbi and decided to spend the afternoon indoors at New York Presbyterian Hospital. I spent the wee hours of Saturday night online, executive producing MTV News’ coverage of the 2006 MTV Movie Awards. The show doesn’t air until Thursday, but it…

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Every Little Decision

I knew right away that I didn’t need my sunglasses. The city was locked in clouds. There was no skyline to speak of, only a cool, gray drizzle. I stood there a moment, four flights from Abbi’s apartment on East 71st Street, already outside, already in my running clothes; there was no turning back. So…

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Thunderstorm

Growing up in the Midwest, thunderstorms were an event. In New York City, thunderstorms are merely an inconvenience. Cabs become scarce, and pedestrians run for cover. Everyone disappears indoors and beneath awnings. No one looks up to relish one of nature at its most beautifully chaotic. In the Midwest, as Des Moines, Iowa, was reminded…

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X

On any given Thursday night, you will find me wracked from a long day at the office, reclining on the couch before the mighty television. Staring me down from across the shag rug, my guitar sits still and quiet as if to taunt me. It rests there, leaning comfortably, grinning, almost, as if to dare…

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How I Spell Relief

I bow before the alter of Excedrin. I stepped out of a twelve-hour day at The MTV last night with a thundering headache, my second in as many days. Nonetheless, I turned up The Who’s “Babba O’Reilly” full-blast. I needed the release. I needed the relief. I don’t discuss my day job too often here,…

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Green

You know how it is; you’re back in the office after a long weekend and the hallway banter is a passing, “How was your weekend?” The question means different things, I think, from different people. From my boss, it means, “Are you any less stressed than you were last week?” From my colleagues it means,…

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