ALL 4 U

Ever the caring one, west coast correspondent/BFF/fam Ezra demanded I update my blog via concerned yet typically sarcastic email:
Hey, is Grey’s Anatomy a show that runs for 3 weeks at a time? Oh, it’s not?
Then you need to update your blog. Otherwise you leave me no choice but to
read about sports and India (yet not Indian sports) all day.
Sorry dudes. I have been: working, being swamped, going to Philly, not going to Philly, going dance parties, kicking it with dope people, going on dog walks with Pete Macia and Mookie the retarded muttitude, attending the best / buckest dance party the New Yorker will ever have (and walking it the fuck out like no literary-party attendee has before or will again), um, going to dance classes, reading good but scary books about Iran and CIA agents, attending and covering Barack Obama rallies, getting familiar with my neighborhood bartender (Kevin; former Dean campaign volunteer; doesn’t like hip hop released after ’98), realizing I can actually SIT on my FIRE ESCAPE, obsessing over Gossip Girl, Heroes and 30 Rock, taking cardio tae box, um, et cetera. I will write more tonight, I swear. First here is an anecdote:
I was on One Life To Live today, the Timbaland episode, the one they taped three weeks ago. I thought I’d end up on the cutting room floor but a missive from my dad:
I’m taping. Didn’t set up the tivo before we left home. We’re at the Albuquerque Balloon Festival. When we get home, I’ll burn it onto a DVD and send it. I have to watch it again, I think I saw you for about 2 seconds.
Dad
My dad is straight up at the Albuquerque Balloon Festival. Dude.