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I’m not gloating. It’s just that it blows my mind that I’m now, officially, the kind of guy who carries a corporate card. “Corporate” has always been a dirty word for me. It makes me think of unethical, hob knobbing straw men in generic suits. It makes me think of greed, uniformity, and homogeneity, anonymous…

The day job affords me the occasional perk: random Paramount Picture DVDs, semi-annual trips to Park City, access to Lollapalooza’s scrappy craft services tent. In general, though, mine’s a desk job. I write email all day. Today, though, provided a brief respite from the usual. For fifteen minutes this afternoon, I was fifteen-years-old again. Record…

Ok, so when we spoke last, I was talking about this “Magic Mountain EP” idea of mine. Remember? Right! That five-song, online-only recording I wrote about yesterday. The one Chris Abad and I are going to knock out this weekend somewhere between snowboarding and beer pong. Yeeeaaah! That one. So lemme’ restate the premise: I…

Magic Mountain Ski Resort near Londonberry, Vermont, is — if my pal, singer/songwriter Chris Abad’s description is correct — “the slacker’s Okemo.” Chris and his wife, Megan, invited Abbi and I to join them there next weekend. “It’s an awesome place for drinking beer, skiing, board games, cooking, writing music, etc,” he said. “Any interest?”…

Ok, so we’ve almost made it through Colossal Televised Event season. I live blogged Super Bowl XLII three weeks ago, and the Grammy Awards two weeks ago. Tonight: The Academy Awards. 7:53 – My head literally explodes as Tim Kash — who’s been navigating the Oscar Red Carpet minefield for nearly an hour straight on…

I’m not sure which was the most prescient harbinger: Pedro’s trio of sixes (diamonds, clubs, spades), or my beer pong glove. The new plan hatched somewhere between miles three and four of the NYRR Al Gordon Snowflake 4-Miler. With just thirty-six hours off from work, the original idea — taking in one of the three…