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Hmmm. What’s going on? Well, the city’s back to its true self: hot, sticky, smelly, unforgiving. The routine is back: Wake, shower, Walkman to work, Starbucks, cereal, computer screen, meetings, “Don’t pack your bags just yet,” walk home, turkey burger deluxe, DVDs. Back to looking forward to Friday when I head back to the ocean,…

Just got off the phone with my father who, per usual, talked me down from the ledge regarding moving to L.A. He likes to use this battleship metaphor: when you wanna’ turn a battleship around, you do it slow and steady over many miles. So that’s his suggestion to me. And as much as I’d…

I’ve been tossing and turning in bed for 43 minutes now — can’t sleep. I keep going over and over plans and schemes and reasonings for moving myself 2780+ miles to to Los Angeles. I’ve been talking about it for years now. Like Mary Schmich wrote (and Baz Luhrman later sang, er, spoke), “Live in…

Well, I suppose it could have been raining. That would have made my first day back in New York an official beat down. But it was clear and cool, about as beautiful as this city gets. And after putting in my 11 hours, I looked outside and said, “F This.” I walked home, double time,…

Touched down EWR 5 p.m., driver waiting. The air felt cooler than I expected, the sky more blue, the city more magnificent in the evening light. It actually felt good to get home. I unpacked, and immediately stepped out into Hell’s Kitchen, headphones blaring Ryan Adam’s “New York, New York.” Picked up “Hard Candy,” the…

36,000 feet, American Airlines #114, seat 19C (aisle) somewhere over, I dunno’, Texas or something. Listening to Aimee Mann. Blinking the dryness out of my contacts. Sedate. Pensive. Slightly anxious. Slightly bored. I left New York City exactly two weeks ago. By the time I get to Hell’s Kitchen I will have traveled some 12,000+…