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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.…

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…

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…

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…

Left to my own devices, I would have fled the scene. In fact, if transparency is the hallmark of blogging, than I’ll be honest: I did flee the scene. Instead of networking over lunch at the City University of New York’s New Business Model for News Conference last week, I took my salad at my…

Sure, the fate of the free world hangs in the balance. No, I’m not talkin’ Obama/Biden vs. McCain/Palin. I’m talkin’ about you choosing the album cover for “Live From Rockwood Music Hall,” my forthcoming online-only release due at Authentic Records Online and iTunes on November 19th. There are four album covers to chose from. All…