My friend Coyote Peterson is a cool dude.
Coyote is an adventurer/animal conservationist; he’s like a mix between Jack Hannah and Bear Grylls (without the ‘I can rip out your larynx’ special forces training). I’m convinced Coyote’s got a bit of a screw loose Read more
WATCH THIS FIRST:
Let me start with Karin. We performed improv together for a few years in DC. She’s a tall, beautiful, comedic friend. She married Asa, a wonderfully quiet-natured guy. They have housed and fed me while listening to many moans about my relationships. I’m envious of how easy they make it all look and I would’ve been upset if I missed the wedding because of my social fears. Read more
I write from my couch in Columbus, having just finished a five-mile run, wondering why I still have a pooch belly and sudden narcoleptic tendencies. Read more
White flag – just please, make it fucking stop.
I confess; I’m a Cleveland Sports fan. Read more
Cleveland's patron saint, Michael Stanley.
I got a little nostalgic being in Cleveland this past week as I was driving around downtown. My ipod died, so I turned the dial to the closest station, 100.7 wmms. It had been awhile since listening to (any) radio; the speakers blasted some “metal” crap bomb tuned to drop d. It was terrible. Read more
Cleveland's a Plum. Or just plum colored.
I’m not going to serve you flowery balderdash about Cleveland; the city has (had) some major problems compounded by complacency within its lower-rung placement among the rust-belt cities. This stubborn comfort has perpetuating an underdog mentality, creating a giant red target for media/talk show host disses and jabs, and in turn, a negative perception from the rest of the US. Most of said negativity stems from a self-induced, reputation-polarizing combo of: Read more