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I ate an entire batch of Toll House Chocolate Chip Cookies on Sunday. With skim milk, but still. I read recently that the average age for a man of my generation is expected to be 77-years-old. (I’ve also read that the average age for a man of Ethan’s age will be 100, which sucks for…

A recent U.K. poll about life changing books revealed that most men name Camus’ “The Stranger,” while most women name Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice.” Existentialism vs. romanticism? Disconnection vs. relatedness? Is this really how we boil down? Does Mars vs. Venus hold water? I guess it says something that I’ve only read “The Stranger.” And…

Used to be that Chris would hand Ethan the phone and he wouldn’t say anything at all. Walking uptown on Amsterdam Avenue tonight, though, the conversation evolved. Significantly. “Hi Ethan!” “Hi Uncle Ben-be-ben!” Now, even the worst day in the anals of bad days is remedied by “Ben-be-ben.” “How are you?” “Fiiiiine.” “Are you eating…

I’m not sure how I feel about all these September 11th films. The trailer for “Flight 93” debuted in theaters a few weeks ago. People were having a tough time with it around the New York City. They felt ambushed, scared, traumatized all over again. We rolled it out on the site a few weeks…

“We should put together a supergroup.” The term is kind of absurd to begin with. It was coined in the late sixties to describe bands comprised of members who had already achieved fame or respect in other groups or as individual artists. Think Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. Think Bad Company. Or Cream. Of course,…

It was early. Mom, dad, and even Chris were still asleep. I couldn’t wait any longer. I snuck downstairs in my footed pajamas. I clung to the edges, stepping slowly to avoid tell tale creaks. The dining room was still, its wood-paneling brushed by morning sunlight. The green, shag carpeting was freshly vacuumed. The table…