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I am occasionally asked, “How do you do it? Full-time corporate media executive? Part time rock star? Sometimes teacher? Marathoner? Triathlete? Blogger? Adoring uncle?” And I appreciate the compliment. Part of it is just my obsessive-compulsive, hyper-maniacal nature. Part of it is making up for lost time, and making the most of time left. And…

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My father has had a mustache as long as I’ve known him. I recently decided to give one a try myself. Mustaches are held in high regard around the MTV newsroom. For some reason, we often reference The Raleigh Fingers, The Swashbuckler, and The Fu-Manchu, though no one wears one. Sure, there’s a snack strip…

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From the moment we first heard Terrence Howard rockin’ the “Hustle & Flow” theme, “It’s Hard Out Here For A Pimp,” at last year’s Sundance Film Festival, we knew that the tune was super catchy. But Oscar worthy? I saw the premiere of “Hustle & Flow” on the first night of Sundance ’05. I had…

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Get this: I’m working on a new record. Rediculous, right? I released “Heartland” just four months ago. I released “The Rivington Sessions” just four months prior to that. Quarterly new releases? What the heck. You’ve probably read a little about this new project before. I was in Los Angeles last month for The Grammy Awards.…

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I was really diggin’ on bein’ back in the city last night. My pal Dan Zola, MTV Digital Supervising Producer (and sometimes pianist at my shows) cajoled me into grabbing a beer after work. I, in turn, cajoled Dan into slumming it at The Playwright Tavern instead of one of his more swank suggestions. Nonetheless,…

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Last night on the subway, I told a friend, “Vacations are a little bit like massage. You think it’s gonna stay with you a while, that somehow maybe you’re gonna be looser or feel better afterwards, but you never really do. It’s really all about that moment.” Now, I’m not entirely convinced that what I…

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My mom worked across the street from NASA headquarters in Washington, D.C., when I was a little kid. She would periodically bring me photos, posters, and patches from the Space Shuttle program’s infancy because she knew that, like most kids my age, I wanted to be an astronaut. Despite being born in Iowa, I grew…

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What a difference a day makes. This morning I was lying on a floating dock beneath a blazing sun in just swim trunks. Tonight, I am sitting in my bedroom waiting for my space heater to kick in. This morning, it was 85°. Tonight, it is 8°. This morning I was wearing shorts and flip…

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I am woefully unprepared, but I will soldier on. In just over twelve hours, a car service will pick Abbi and me up and whisk us away to JFK Airport. We will board Continental flight #311 to Houston, where we will connect with Continental flight #10 to Roatan, Honduras. We expect to be on the…

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I walked out of my apartment building today in a navy sport coat, navy sweater, purple shirt, army pants and sneakers. Two dudes dressed head to toe in Carhart work clothes were drinking coffee and smoking on the corner. They looked at me like, ‘You’re gonna wear that!?!’ It was one of those days. I…

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