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Flirting With Disaster
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…
View Post Hurt
I woke up this morning with crushing pain just above my heart. My first thought was heart attack. My second thought was pulled muscle. My third thought was pleurisy. I’ve been checking out quite a few podcasts of late, primarily because MTV News is charging into new platforms, but secondarily because I’ve always been a…
View Post After The Fall
There’s something about a fresh blanket of snow that turns even the most jaded New Yorker into a kid again. It stands to reason, then, that 26.9 inches of powder turns us all into toddlers. Abbi and I loafed around all afternoon, reading the Sunday Times, watching bad wedding shows on Oxygen, and eating waffles.…
View Post The Heart Is
Philosophically, I’m a strong advocate of the red eye. Practically, I’m losing faith. I was in Santa Monica for sunset last night. And I was in Queens for sunrise this morning. I love that that’s even possible. Growing up, my family took its fair share of road trips. No matter where we were — The…
View Post Calling All Angels
Another year, another award show… another award show I missed almost entirely. I was fifteen feet from the Grammy red carpet (Heineken green, technically), but I didn’t see one celebrity. I was one hundred feet from the big show, but I didn’t see U2, Kanye, Kelly Clarkson — nobody. But I did work alongside some…
View Post Touch The Sky
Downtown Los Angeles to Santa Monica in nine minutes, all for Kanye West. 8:13 – Six blocks from the hotel, my cell phone rings. It’s Angela in New York. “We need you to feed the Kanye video again. The audio was messed up.” This is a big deal. We’re premiering a snippet Kanye West’s video,…
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