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I stepped out of my apartment this morning and was greeted by a beautiful, distant memory. The air was warm, damp and sweet, and immediately transported me eleven years into my past. The year was 1993. I was a mere ten weeks from college graduation. My girlfriend, Erin Kathleen MacLean, was studying art in Florence.…

My pocket begins vibrating, sending a surprise chill up my leg and through my torso. I slide the phone out of my jeans and look to the caller ID. It reads ‘Dad.’ “Sounds like you’re at a party,” he says. “No, I’m at dinner.” “Yeah?” he says. “On a date?” “No, I’m eating sushi alone.”…

Yesterday was a strange, aimless, meandering day. I was kinda’ lost from the start. Chris and I were supposed to go running at nine a.m. This was an ambitious plan for both of us, me having stayed out watching trans-gender karaoke ’til midnight, he having edited VH1’s “Rocknroll Hall of Fame” show ’til 6am. I…

Jeremy tried to buy me off of writing about tonight with a turkey burger deluxe. But I can’t be bought, because tonight was one for the record books. Ok, record books might be a stretch. But tonight was one for the Definitive New York City Moments File, to be sure. It started with rehearsal at…

I wore my standard issue blue on blue on blue today, but subverted it with pink gingham, kelly green, and my “Vote Yes” t-shirt in honor of my new hero of whimsical substance, Michel Gondry. I have been anticipating his sophomore film effort, “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” for months. And I have been…

You may need Mapquest for this one. It gets a little complicated. So the deadline for the Nantucket Film Festival screenplay competition is tomorrow. I wrote my virgin foray into screenwriting in July 2000, and basically haven’t touched it since. Until tonight. It’s called “Mo’ Hart.” As I wrote on my application, “A recently-graduated senator’s…