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I have no clean underwear. In fact, excepting the fly-less, too-small pair I’m wearing now (a gift that an ex brought me from Japan), there isn’t a pair of undies anywhere in the apartment. Not one. So what does that mean? Well, primarily it means that I have to get to the laundromat tomorrow to…

Those little stickers on apples? Annoying. I mean, I’m glad to know where the damn thing’s from, and that it’s grown organically and all. But they’re such a pain in the ass to peel off! And what poor soul has to inspect them to be sure the sticker’s in place? What kind of day job…

I met my buddy Chris Wilkes at Dive Bar at the end of a marathon day of The MTV. He tells a great story of proposing to his then-girlfriend at the finish line of a grueling Iron Man Triathlon. That’s a 3-mile swim, 112-mile ride, and 26-mile run, for those of you playing along at…

Note to self: eat dinner before going out. I am just in from Monday Night Social Club at HiFi. It’s kind of a music/journo, cheap-booze gathering at the venue formerly-known-as-Brownie’s (I played there one Tuesday in 1998 or so and thought that — despite the paltry crowd of 19 or so — I had made…

I sat across from a dude on the subway today who was reading Ayn Rand’s ‘The Virtue of Selfishness.’ And while I think I can appreciate her work, particularly the value of the individual in opposition to a steely cold world of institutions, I’m not sure I’m hip to selfishness as a virtue. “My philosophy,”…

I fell asleep in the dentist’s chair this afternoon, walked home, had a liquid lunch (fruit shake, not booze), then fell into a deep, deep sleep where I dreamt of alligators. I was in Southeast Asia somewhere, narrating in retrospect a walk through the jungle. I had a long stick with a nail on the…