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Sometimes I Wish I Was An Academic
Just days after graduating from Syracuse, I took two of my most beloved professors, Bob Gates and Tobias Wolff, to lunch to quiz them on the pros and cons of academia. I loved college. I loved the lectures, the discussions, the reading and writing. I loved all the newness, excitement of ideas, and that sometimes…
View Post Official “Live At Rockwood Music Hall” Track Listing & Art
I’m sure you’ve already marked your calendar. And, in the event you live somewhere other than New York, I’m sure you’ve already booked your travel. “Live At Rockwood Music Hall” will be released on Wednesday, November 19th at (get this) Rockwood Music Hall. It’s gonna’ be a big rock show featuring all the musicians who…
View Post Yes
At 10:59 tonight, the crowd 29-stories below my office window began counting down as if it was New Years Eve. At 11:00, Charlie Gibson called California for Barack Obama, then projected his victory. Which is when the cheering began. Over two hours later, they’re still cheering. My mother still talks about shaking President John F.…
View Post Ain’t That America
It hasn’t been until pretty recently that I even began to consider “The American Dream.” I dunno’, maybe I was too young, too single, had nothing invested or at stake. The older I get, though, and the more historical storms I weather (September 11, The Invasion Of Iraq, Hurricane Katrina, etc), the more I’ve come…
View Post Five Boroughs In 4:25:01
I don’t care if I ingest another PowerGel for as long as I live. Or Gatorade. Or Cliff Bar. Heck, I could even go without Gummy Bears (at least for a few weeks). Yesterday was my ninth New York City Marathon. Over the course of all that running (1,194 miles in 113 races alone, to…
View Post Boo! (Or, Crossing The River Styx In Costume)
My favorite Halloween was at the end of my least-favorite year. I was ten-years-old. My parents were separated, soon-to-be divorced (saw that comin’, right?). My mother was in Washington, DC. Chris and I were with our father in Oak Park, Illinois. It was, as I’ve written before, a particularly dark, confusing and chaotic time. In…
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