Yesterday as I headed back from Willets Point (i.e. Citi Field, formerly Shea Stadium) where I picked up tickets for a game against the accursed Phillies next Wednesday, June 10th, I noticed a woman with a script practicing her lines in one corner of the car of the F-train I was on. She emoted and read and mouthed the words, practicing certain ( Read more... )

Like a whole lot of people I know, I was eager to watch the premiere of LOST's fourth season last night. And for those of you who are not caught up and are concerned about spoilers you may want to stop reading right now. I am not going out of my way to spoil anything, but I am not going to keep from mentioning things either. One thing you won't ( Read more... )

Slow dying is miserable business.

Mi abuela is in the hospital again. I gave up recording here her trips back and forth from the hospital to the nursing home, and I think I have lost count myself ( Read more... )

( One of the best parts about being a songwriter is. . . )

Habit. .. Life is a habit. I wake before my alarm clock every morning - look at the time and sigh. I am robbed of even a few extra minutes of precious sleep - but then I drift off again into a deeper sleep that is then interuprted by the piercing wail of the clock ( Read more... )