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I step out of the cottage into the sand. The sky grows light in the east. I can still make out the pale white halo of the Milky Way overhead. Orion has yet to dip below the horizon. The air is cool. A breeze blows out of the west. It is cool and dry. It…

Today, some seventeen hours into my thirty-fourth year, I have had my share of firsts. This morning, I was interviewed by the New York Times. This afternoon, I learned to surf. This evening, I found 100% contentment. Three firsts, three decades in. The Times called about iTunes. The reporter’s thesis is that artists are covering…

When the Twin Towers were toppled in 2001, I — like the rest of us — stood partially paralyzed by the enormity of the disaster. I had met Mr. Rogers just a few days prior. And so, pacing the length of my apartment wondering what to do to try and make things a little bit…

We were discussing The Nadas pre-show ritual, “I think they need to listen to ‘Big Pimpin’ before they go on. Hip hop has more attitude, more confidence. It’d be good for ’em.” Tonight I listened to a friend of mine go on and on and on about how much her life sucked. Her career, her…

Eighteen hours later, I walk into my hotel room. The clock reads 3:39. There was a moment this morning when I couldn’t remember what day of the week it was. I had no idea when I was going home. And then, before I knew it, I was clapping my hands and telling my photographers, “Dudes,…

I have run to the edge of Key Biscayne. I am standing in the sand looking out at the bay. I am debating whether or not to dive in. If I do get into the water, I may miss my room service delivery. I may miss my conference call with my boss. I may miss…