Couple of weeks ago, I think it was July 3rd, I got out of work early and decided to take a long walk uptown before hopping on the train home. Skirted Battery Park, past the evil DMV and headed towards the hole in the ground formerly known as the World Trade Center. I walked up
Running makes me feel good
The good thing about exercising is that once you get over the initial hump of reluctance and pain, it actually becomes a lot of fun. I’ve always been pretty lucky that, no matter how badly I get out of shape, I usually bounce back pretty quickly once I get serious. In just a month of
Fulano, comic books and…porn stars?
Friday’s feature went really well. Ended up being a 20-minute set but, not knowing til the last minute, I’d prepared a flexible enough list beforehand (aka Down the Hatch: 2 beers, atomic wings & waffle fries!) and was pretty comfortable dealing with the time limit. Mixed some really old with some brand new as I
The Box Monster
There’s several milestones in your kid’s life that you look forward to, some happily, some with dread. This morning, Isaac hit one of the those. Last night, he discovered the box our latest shipment of Green Mountain Coffee came in (Fair Trade, ahem…) and started playing with it, standing in it, putting his toys in
Hey Mr. Ashcroft!
It’s a truly fucked-up world we’re living in! Watch what you read?!?! Reading the wrong thing in public can get you in trouble. I’ve printed the offending article out and am going to read it outside at lunch. Come get me, Mr. Ashcroft!
Remember the Open Room?
Been sent some interesting names for the show so far, with early favorites Performance Anxiety, Breaking Form and Word of Mouth. Send more. Haven’t heard back from Jackie Sheeler yet about the length of tomorrow’s feature so I’m getting a little antsy about my set. There’s a big difference between 20, 30 and 45-minute sets.
What’s in a name?
It’s raining again here in NYC. Serious, thunder and lightning, shake the building kind of rain. Got my ass soaked heading up to the Bowery earlier. Everything but my crotch and my hair got wet! Two hours later and I’m still not completely dry. Anyway, I have a favor to ask all you random people
RIP: Celia Cruz
Salomé on Celia Cruz: I just got back from the funeral procession for Celia Cruz. They left the funeral home on 82nd street at 12:30pm and I figured I could wait a little while (since I’m on 55th street) before heading to Fifth Avenue to see her be carried to the mass at St. Patrick’s
Buckshot
1) I’m so over Angelina Jolie. Caught pieces of her interview last week and couldn’t help but be irritated. Salomé nailed it: “She’s a spoiled, overprivileged brat that craves attention.” Or something to that effect. Seriously, though, she’s got big boobs and lips (but no hips or ass at all!) and has done a couple
A poem for Mr. Wayne
This might end up over on Gotham City News once I figure out what exactly I want to do with it. The blog, I mean. Wrote it today at lunch, sitting in Battery Park, having completely forgotten I was supposed to be at the the dentist! Gotham City Suite Untitled, #1 somewhere in the city