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I know, I know, I’m always late to the party. Or I don’t go at all. Or I’m not even invited. Whatever. I was late to puberty. I was a late to REM, David Gray, Pete Yorn, and Queens of the Stone Age. I was late to blogging. And now I’m probably waaaay late to…

Yesterday was an especially beautiful day in New York City. I was, of course, stuck inside, working. But I did get out before sunset, and rode up the Hudson River Park. The river was smooth and silver, like mercury. The path was clogged with really slow, really clueless dog walkers and rollerbladers and other riders…

The Goldner’s Movie Corner), and many many more. It was cool and clear on the roof of their Upper West Side apartment, the kind of late-spring evening that reminds one just how reclusive they’ve been all winter. Everyone asked how I felt about soon being an uncle (“Uncle Benjamin,” I insisted, “Not Uncle Ben”), to…

Outside my window, in the skies over Manhattan, the full moon is passing through the Earth’s shadow. But alas, the city is awash in clouds. There will be no eclipse here tonight. Still, something major is afoot. I’m not sure what yet, or how it’s going to manifest. But strange and wonderful things have been…

Were I an avid gawker.com contributor, I would have fired off word of my Sunday triple celebrity sighting: Howard Stern on the Upper West, Jay Thomas (‘Cheers’) in Chelsea, and — clincher here — Meg Ryan in Soho. I held the door for her exiting Once Upon a Tart. She said ‘Thank you.’ Sigh. Were…

I’m sitting on a dock in Tribeca, the Hudson River sloshing around below. Helicopters buzz overhead. Jets lumber slowly by en route to Laguardia. It is gray and hazy, about 65 degrees. It’s kind of a non-descript afternoon, the kind I might normally work right through without noticing, as are most of the 8 million…