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I thought, ‘I can’t believe it’s Friday already.’ Then I realized that it’s not Friday. Better yet, I took Friday off. So I’m cleaning up my apartment, swilling Red Stripe, and filling you in on day two of the Tribeca Film Festival. I skipped the morning run (I’m granting myself one morning off a week…

Just in from my first Tribeca Film Festival screening, ‘This So Called… Disaster.’ It is a documentary following Nick Nolte, Sean Penn, and Woody Harrelson through rehearsals of writer/actor/director Sam Shepard’s ‘The Late John Moss,’ a play based largely on Shepard’s own life. It was terrific. The film is so loaded with paternal conflict, hard-drinking,…

The year was 1981. I was ten-years-old. I lived in Oak Park, Illinois, home of Frank Lloyd Wright, Ernest Hemingway, and original Tarzan Bruce Bennett. My parents had just seperated, soon to divorce. It was winter. It was cold. Windy City, white out, Great Lakes cold. I was in fifth grade. I tried out for…

It has been a partly-sunny (or was it partly-cloudy?) weekend of NPR, The New York Times, long runs in the park, and long walks through the city alone with quiet thoughts. And it has been a weekend of allergies: pasty, puffy, itchy eyes; a runny nose; pills, sprays and drops. Chris and I went running…

I was just sitting in my livingroom reading Runner’s World on my couch when the first humid breeze of the year blew through the curtains. It smelled sweet, felt warm. I paused and turn towards it, inhaled and smiled. Summer, sweet summer, is just around the corner, and I couldn’t be more glad. I’ve gotten…

I’ll be brief, because it’s late (enough), and I have miles in the morning. I just got in from a screening of ‘X2: X-Men Unite’ at 20th Century Fox’s corporate screening room. Finally, a perc from my job! There were a dozen people there. The theater held 24 people. It was a brand-new print. The…