Let The Games Begin
It's not like I've been sitting around for four years anxiously anticipating the arrival of these Summer Games...but now that they're here, I'm looking forward to watching them.
Read MoreIt's not like I've been sitting around for four years anxiously anticipating the arrival of these Summer Games...but now that they're here, I'm looking forward to watching them.
Read MoreWe just passed my two-year comedy birthday and I thought, since I haven't written about how I was feeling in the comedy world in more than a year, this was a good time to take stock.
Read MoreI expected to enjoy my trip to Pittsburgh last weekend for many reasons...But I didn't expect to LOVE Pittsburgh as much as I did.
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I've been keeping track of what I've been reading for about the past couple of years or so, and to be honest, there's not a lot I've read lately that has made much of an impact on me.
When something does, though, I'll certainly tell you about it.
And today I want to start with El Deafo, by CeCe Bell.
Read MoreWhen I was a kid I didn't love the beach.
Given my druthers, I'd rather hang out at the pool.
I guess, if we boil it down, it's all because of the sand.
Read MoreI told you about when I broke my phone.
So I think I have to tell you about how I broke my car.
Read MoreI was thinking of what would make my day on Father's Day. And none of it comes in the form of a present.
Read MoreIt's only mid-June, but I've been thinking about the end of August.
Read MoreI am not a big fan of talking on the phone.
I mean, I'll do it. But I have to psych myself up for it. And, given the opportunity, I'll let someone else make the call. (Like, if we're ordering a pizza for example.)
So it's kind of funny that for a lot of the writing I currently do I have to call people on the phone.
Especially last week.
Read MoreI'm happy to announce the return of the Sunday Paper.
Read MoreI love the 1986 Mets.
I know a lot of people love the 1986 Mets. I mean, not as many as probably hate the 1986 Mets, but I really love the 1986 Mets.
I was lucky enough to be an 8-year-old living in Queens when the Mets had the best season in their history, and I read every book, newspaper or magazine article, and watched every documentary about that team in the years since the Mets’ last world championship.
So maybe it surprises you to learn that I’m over it. And I’m not at all excited about this weekend’s 1986 Mets reunion.
Read MoreI'm ready to call myself a comedian.
Read MoreI like the following description of the new year. It's a sentiment that could probably be attributed to a lot of different people, but since I heard it this week on This American Life I'll simply attribute it to Ira Glass. In the introduction to this week's episode he described the end of the year as a time where "...lots of people take stock of who they've been and make resolutions about who they want to be…"
As we get ready to begin 2015, I guess I'm more interested in writing about the end of 2013 than the end of 2014….because the latter couldn't have happened the way it did without the former.
Read MoreI'm writing this because I know a lot of people are curious about how I'm spending my time now that I'm not teaching. This is going to be a long post, so you may want to read it in a couple of sittings. It's up to you. But if you cared enough about what I'm up to these days to click through, then I think it'll hold your interest enough to make it through in one pass.
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