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I was at wits end by the time I hailed a cab at the corner of 80th & Columbus. Moving has been death by a million paper cuts. Merging thirty plus years of material acquisition and two diverse aesthetics into one 750 square foot apartment requires some sacrifice. Whole bunches of stuff’s been left behind:…

I’m sitting on the couch idly watching “CBS Sunday Morning” and talking quietly with Abbigail with whom I’m trying in vain to shake a well-earned hangover. Despite my current preference for the sedentary, there’s still lots of moving to be done. The apartment is still stacked with boxes. My bike remains in the center of…

I ran into the Executive Vice President of News & Production in the elevator banks this morning. “How are you?” he asked. “Harried,” I replied. The truth is, the sweat on my brow and bounce in my step had more to do with too much coffee and a really long run. Somehow, though, that came…

The sun never did quite break through the fog yesterday. Dusk, then, found the skyline brushed with a fine, salmon-colored mist. Heading up Tenth Avenue, the city looked like a Hollywood back lot. The Parsons Desk was unwieldy even without my messenger bag, or the shopping bag full of Bed, Bath & Beyond clothes hangers.…

A little less than three years ago, I shot a music video for “The Rest of My Life” in which I feigned to move into a hip New York City apartment with a beautiful blonde. This weekend, my fiction became reality. And what a reality. I announced my impending cohabitation to a colleague Thursday afternoon.…

Sometimes you have to laugh to keep from cryin’. It’s not that anything’s terribly difficult right now, it’s that everything’s difficult right now: merging, moving, wedding planning, work, the documentary, rock ‘n roll. But that’s ok. It’s my life. So we laugh to keep from crying. And in the last few days, I’ve had a…