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A few random notes (before I leave the office and go for a bike ride along the river): “Their Reckoning” [LA Times]: REM, my favorite band of all time, is back in the studio, and back on the road. I’m not psyched that they’re going the greatest hits route (it’s the kind of thing they…

In 1979 or so, I saw a movie in Mrs. Purcell’s third grade English class called “All Summer In A Day”. The story took place on Venus where it rained all day, every day, except for one fifteen minute window every year when the sun came out. That’s what it feels like in New York…

A warm breeze was blowing through the East Village last night as I stumbled to the NR from Ace Bar. The city doesn’t smell like garbage… yet. It will, though, when it really heats up, when the pavement begins to soften and the air turns heavy. For now, though, the wind was a sweet, promising…

One minute, they’re one hundred feet high and made of light. Then, just as quickly, there they were, standing just a few feet away: life-sized, all flesh, blood, and spectacles. They Might Be Giants. Right there in the East Village, just four subway stops (two local, two express) from my Hell’s Kitchen apartment. Reason number…

The gray skies and ever-present threat of rain not withstanding, it was an excellent day in New York. The kind of day that had me saying ‘This town rules’ at least more than once. What could have promted such supurlatives, you ask? Even as the clouds swollowed entire skyscrapers whole? Simple … A slow start.…

Friday night. New York City is locked in fog and drizzle. I am alone. I’m on my fourth Grolsch. I single-handedly polished off a bag of Happy Herbert’s Low Sodium Oat Bran Pretzals. The microwaved just beeped: “Your Lean Cuisine Lemon Pepper Chicken is done, rock star.” Friday night. New York City … My life.…