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All the best stories are trilogies (or should have been): Star Wars, The Bible, Lethal Weapon. There’s something elemental to the rise, fall, and major lift. And all the best heroes go out on top: Perseus, Odysseus, James Dean. Tonight then, to that end, we celebrated the cacauphonous conclusion of the Lower East Sides’ favorite…

It may have been a bit out of sync with yesterday’s balmy, October weather, but the holiday spirit was in the air. And so it was that — just as the sun began to set on a crisp, fall afternoon — I retired to our cramped walk-in closet and began assembling my little MacGyver recording…

The first few blocks of a twenty-mile run are populated by disbelief. “What the hell are we thinking?” gives way to, “If this creaky, old ankle feels sore already, how’s it going to feel in three hours?” Such was the case as Abbi and I ran through the shadows of the gargantuan Time Warner Center…

You’re sitting in a windowless, fluorescent-lit conference room on the seventeenth floor of a Midtown corporate headquarters reviewing the network’s Q4 Programming Calendar when it dawns on you. You’ve promised your best friend, a guy you’ve known since you were ten-years-old, that you’d meet him in back home for his induction into your high school’s…

Dear Ben, In just a few weeks, you’ll be laying in a hospital bed with a broken jaw. You’ll look in the mirror but — what with those wired teeth and that Elephant Man swelling — fail to recognize yourself. It’s a whole lotta’ trauma on account of a girl, and a knuckleheaded football player,…

At the end of the day, the meet cute doesn’t count for much. I mean, make no mistake; it’s a cute story. I thank my lucky stars that Abbi happened onto my Friendster profile, found my website, came to my rock show, and tapped me on the shoulder — to say nothing of the fact…