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I stood in Central Park with Ethan and Chris this morning listening to the sound of winter turning to spring. The trees were cracking to shed their icey blankets. The wind blew snow from their limbs. The hum of a thousand water droplets and tiny streams was everywhere. And I thought, ‘This is what spring…

I passed my neighbor Tierney on my way up the five flights to my apartment earlier. She was headed to a play, then meeting a blind date. “The plot,” she said, “sickens.” In the book of my life, tonight’s chapter is fairly brief. The dishwasher is running downstairs. MTV’s “Making The Band” is on the…

I went to Pianos last night to see my friend Ivan’s band, Echolalia. I missed them, which always sucks, but saw two great performances from Johnny Society and Snowden. Johnny Society — crappy band name notwithstanding — was amazing, most of the time. The band sounds like Joe Cocker meets The Doors meets The Pixies,…

It wasn’t the wind-whipped Chicago or ice-choked Philadelphia winters of my youth that broke my spirit, it was Syracuse, New York. When I was in college, the snow began falling in September and didn’t relent until just before finals in May. The snow drifted over our heads, locking our cars to the curbside. Worse still,…

Yes, my weekend in Jacksonville, Florida, had its frivilous “American Pie” and vacuous “Real World” moments, but fundamentally, it was much more of a substantive “Big Chill” kinda’ thing. It was a whirlwind. I woke at three, got my car at four, and met colleague Vanessa White Wolf at JFK at 5. AM, that is.…

In the wee hours after Casey and Langhorne’s wedding, it seemed like a good idea to group blog. What follows is roughly that, plus a collection of the evening’s best and most random quotes. The Day I Cross-Blogged with Benjamin, by Wes Benjamin Wagner and I decided, under the influence of marital bliss and pure,…