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This morning, running under the Santa Monica Pier — a vision straight out of “Lost Boys” — I passed an sunburned, unshaven homeless man — straight out of “Fletch” — who screamed, “The whole God damned world is going up in flames!” This evening, walking into dinner at La Luna in the Fairfax District of…

I’m in Santa Monica, in my hotel room, watching TNN. At dinner with my friend Matt and his wife Julie-Anne, I looked up and said, “I’m sure this happens all the time to you guys, but that’s Oliver Stone.” Pretty cool. Pretty L.A. I love and hate this town. Driving to MTV’s Santa Monica offices,…

I just rode in from the Upper East. Despite the humidity, it was a beautiful ride, and I’m glad I snuck it in prior to leaving for L.A. I zipped down Fifth, past the Guggenheim; past the Met, swimming in pastel light; downtown towards the Empire State, glistening red, white and blue just over the…

I just had one of those classic laugh-out-loud all by yourself moments. I’m on my knees cleaning the bathtub cranking Neil Diamond’s “Hot August Night,” totally rockin’ that shit out. The chorus to “Solitary Man” hits and I’m, like, dancing in the bathroom. “Don’t know if I will but until I can find her /…

I rode my bike down to Joe’s Pub tonight to meet Duke and pick up the “Summer’s Gone” files for the big remix. A real rocknroll way to spend a Saturday night, huh? I also did a bunch research on venues and got our materials (bio, cover letter) together for the tour. Best case scenario…

Here’ the “Minority Report” article on MTVNews.com that I was telling you about, mine (“‘Minority Report’ Is No ‘Jetsons,’ Spielberg Says”). More substantive than you’re average MTV-type content, huh? Read on. Meanwhle, I’m goin’ out into the (sweltering) city for some breakfast, the laudramatte, a haircut, new shoes (New Balance 705 or 815’s, size 11),…