When I’m angry, I paint

I started painting in ’96. I had just lost the lead in a play to a spectacularly untalented actress whom the director was screwing. It was a huge loss of illusion for someone who genuinely thought the magical world of theatre was a meritocracy.  I was...

The loneliness of the long distance cyclist

Some people take pills. Some people drink. I cycle. Last year I trained for several months to complete the 600 mile Aids Lifecycle. Yesterday, was the anniversary of the ride and as I look back on my past year of riding, it has been a much different experience. Rather...

Sister Cities at the Hollywood Fringe

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing Sister Cities performed because every time I watch it, whether it’s a 50 thousand dollar production with elaborate sets and celebrity names or a tiny fringe production with an old couch and a shelf full of...