I always start each morning with an iced coffee, black. If I don’t get it, the day always feels just a bit off. I don’t care about the weather, the occasion, the circumstance, the coffee always needs to be iced, and it always needs to be black. I’ve had good days, bad days, great days, … Continue reading Somewhere Only We Know.
I think everyone has a teenage soap opera that they grow up on. The cross-section of good looking people, hormones, and drama that we can identify with is too much for anyone to withstand. For me, it was ‘The O.C.’ and to a certain extent, ‘Gossip Girl’. In addition to the three aforementioned elements, there … Continue reading Chasing Cars.
I will fully admit that I’m a frequent abuser of the ‘shuffle’ feature. It’s just one of those things I started with as a teenager, and it was great. I could skip from single to single, listening to my favorite tracks with no pause between. No cohesion, just wanting to live through the music. And … Continue reading On Shuffle.
I was late. I hate being late to a date. For some reason this only happens when I’m seeing something at Lincoln Center. Mind you, I wasn’t late by any stretch of time, maybe three minutes or so after she arrived (what, you try getting from the east side to the west side during rush … Continue reading Case In Pointe.
My favorite artist is John Mayer. Infer from that whatever you will. I know he can be quite a douchenozzle and a top notch egomaniac, but if you read anything and ask any musician, he’s a hell of a guitarist. His talent and ability with the guitar isn’t the reason that I have such an … Continue reading Still Feel Like Your Man (and Other Mayer-esque Nonsense)
In order to light my stove you have to turn the knob past “HI” and get it to make that all too familiar clicking noise. Once you get that smell of gas and you finally see the flame, I dial back a notch and leave it on HI. I’ve been cooking a lot recently, not … Continue reading High Heat.
You haven’t stayed up late in New York until you’ve seen the Empire State Building turn off its lights, and then in the same night watch the Chrysler Building do the same when the sunrise hits its spires. I don’t know why, but my insomnia has been really bad lately. It’s been three days in … Continue reading 30 For 30: Only For The Lonely