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In the next six weeks, I will be blogging from Philadelphia, Miami, Nantucket, Los Angeles, and Sydney. And so, lying in bed last night, I resolved that I should add a dateline to my Daily Journal entries. I slept well thereafter. I was on the receiving end of a few bonus hours tonight when a…

Something’s gotta’ give. My life (like most, I guess) has become a constantly shifting game of prioritization. And I’m gettin’ just a little bit dizzy. What to do first? Eat? Sleep? Run? Return that call to Paramount? Book a hotel in Cairns? Get a visa? Write a set list? Burn CDs for the band? I…

My old passport photo. The year is 1990. I’m nineteen-years-old. I’m wearing a red Polo shirt, huge Perry Ellis tortoise shell glasses, and a silly grin. And I have a pony tail. My first passport saw a good bit of use: Italy, France, Switzerland, Guatemala, Belize, Bahamas, Aruba, British Virgin Islands. Fifteen years later, I’m…

I have to admit that I was rather relishing the arrival of Hurricane Charley. It’s not that I was hoping to see New York City wiped off the map, or for my surfing and sailing friends to get theirs. I was just hoping for a valid reason to do absolutely, positively nothing. Well, the rain…

Times Square, 2 a.m. The city isn’t asleep, but it sure is groggy. It could use some rest. A few scattered street vendors hawk their wares. Fake Rolexes remain available, as do matted sketches of Bruce Lee, Pacino, and Tupac. A photographer wanders, then shakes the hand of a horse and buggy driver. Two cops…

Coming to you from high atop the Mighty Viacom Building located in beautiful Midtwon Manhattan, Terror Capital of The World, I bring you a brief (and boring) account of yesterday’s news… 630-900: Sleep, no dreams 1000-1800: Work, no dreams 1830-2030: Cockfight rehearsal 2100-2300: Dinner & DVD (pizza, el Presidente, ‘Crimson Tide’) 2300-700: Sleep, no dreams…