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It is always 1980 on Sunset Boulevard. We just had dinner at The Rainbow, a tiny little dive wedged between The Key Club and The Roxy. Like CBGBs in New York, The Rainbow is famed for 80s-era hair metal debauchery. I overheard someone say, “Can you imagine how much of Motely Crue’s DNA is in…

Yes, I was supposed to be on American Airlines #801 to LAX in ten minutes. But I’m not. I’m home, two beers in, watching the Superbowl. And I’m blogging in real time. 5:25 PM – I pick up a six of Brooklyn Lager, a bag of Sun Chips, a frozen Mama Celeste and a pint…

I woke from a very short, very weird night of dreams at 6:45 this morning. If the sky weren’t so blue, and the buildings painted so brilliantly with morning light, well, then I might just have stayed in bed. But I didn’t. Yes, I grabbed my camera. Yes, the results are above and to your…

It’s just before noon. I am in the third hour of a senior staff meeting. We are discussing The Next Big Thing, the sheer scope of which leaves me struggling for breath. I am in a corner conference room on the fourteenth floor. Fifteen floors above, my voice mail remains unchecked since Wednesday. I lean…

I have medical confirmation. It’s stress. See, the corner of my left eye won’t stop twitching. You wouldn’t notice it to look at me. I look normal. Or whatever I normally look like. But I can feel it. And I can see it. I have what my grandmother used to call “bedroom eyes.” She had…

I’m not much of an actor. I was in a few high school musicals: Fredric in “Pirates of Penzance,” and Pippin in “Pippin.” I sang pretty well. But when it came to convincingly speaking words that weren’t mine, I fell flat. That and I kept breaking character by running my hands through my then-copious bangs.…