Like most holidays—and really, like many things in general—to me, St. Patrick’s Day is utterly meaningless.
I’m just kidding about that title. I couldn’t possibly write more than, say, 9 words about David Caruso. So here’s a haiku for David Caruso:
I was working the merch table at The Counterfactuals' album release party at the Upstairs Rueb last month and, along with band t-shirts and CDs and
Leftover Wine? I guess it could happen.
Food, romance, sex, and love . . . connected at the most base level
Ah, Love. All-consuming, beautiful, heart-wrenching, comforting love. It takes work, of course, commitment and compromise.
There was a time, back when my wife and I were courting, that she was still in college, and I was out on my own, learning about how awesome being a
I was at a party recently, and a fellow radio host -- someone who's been in the "biz" for decades and definitely knows his stuff -- paid me an inte
I don’t know why every year I’m surprised that it’s so cold.
Winter or as I like to call it “Why-the-&%$#-Do-I-Live-Here?” season, is a special time when we start to appreciate things that would other