There are few New York institutions that are more well known and frequently used than the subway. The best thing about the subway is that it will always get you home, no matter what time it is or how drunk you are. But a lot of people seem to forget

After my last post where I discovered that I am old, I went into a deep dark depression.  With the realization of ones mortality comes some potentially devastating self-discovery.  During one particularly bad night of drama I coined a phrase: ‘œNight Despair.’  While in my last, bout I began to

After a week of teaching theatre workshops with high school kids I have begun to see myself in a new way.  There is nothing like spending some time with a teenager to make you realize how old you really are.  In fact, after this week, I feel as far away

I am not a mental health professional or a therapist, and I am in no position to tell someone whether I think they are “addicted” to gambling or anything for that matter. In this case and in many cases I recommend clients seek professional guidance and support. If you feel like your spending in a specific area may be a problem then it is worth addressing seriously. Even if a professional tells you that you are not technically “addicted” to something, if you feel like it is something that is creating challenges in your life or keeping you from how you would like to feel or live, then look at it, confide in a friend, and ask for help.

This is it.  I’m officially killing the term “Douchebag”.  I’m putting it to bed, retiring it, taking it out of circulation.  It’s had a good run….no, it’s had a great run, but it’s time is nigh. The word Douchebag is just overexposed; it’s lost it’s potency, it’s punch.  It’s like

I stepped outside my place yesterday in need of some inspiration, something to break up the drudgery of thoughts which collect in the time it takes for me to get dressed, stand in the elevator, pick what song I want to listen to on my mp3, etc. Because I happen

Dear Neti Pot makers, I have your business.  That’s right.  This morning I took it.  You may not have noticed.  This morning I realized that I don’t NEED a Neti Pot.  This morning I realized that no one needs a Neti Pot. A little history on how it went down.

Oftentimes, in the midst of broke-assitude, we find ourselves in a living situation that involves more than one person per bathroom and sinkfuls of dishes that “someone else” used but no one will fess up to. Most normal and reasonable human beings will have no problem adjusting to life under