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It’s 6:10 in the morning. I realize that’s not so early for alot of people, but I’ve been awake for two hours. Any second now, Abbi’s alarm’s gonna sound, she’s gonna pop out of bed, and we’re going to go running. Not psyched for that. So I woke up to pee at 4 a.m. My…

That’s me about three minutes after running fifteen miles in 96% humidity. Abbigail was in San Diego with “the girls” this weekend, leaving me free reign over the apartment, and the city. Still, fifteen miles, four hours in the studio, three random bars, two movies, two rock shows, one comedy show, and one blog entry…

To characterize 826NYC’s Revenge Of The Bookeaters benefit at New York City’s Beacon Theater Sunday night as “understated” would be, well, an understatement. Of course, any evening hosted by the nearly catatonic (though culturally prescient, completely unflappable, and totally hilarious) Demetri Martin is bound to be low-key.  Whether riffing on break dancing, goatees, or engagement…

He won’t be thrilled that I’m telling this story, but it illustrates a point. So here goes. My brother hit puberty right around the time my parents announced to us that they were divorcing. It was October 1981. We were living in Chicago, IL. My mother, brother and I moved to suburban Philadelphia in August.…

It’s amazing how many lotions, ointments, and treatments are required for what ails me. You may recall last summer’s cardiology issue: the chest pains, the stress test. Well, this summer, work, wedding, marathon and documentary stress has manifested itself in a whole bunch of new, interesting, and original ways — and mostly on my face.…

This weekend, Abbi and I were feted at the third of three engagement parties. Early in the evening, kneeling there in my seersuckers, suede bucks and blue blazer, my uncle — my Godfather, in fact, who’d travelled some 970+ miles to spend these brief moments together — said to me, “Looks like life is treating…