So I’m in Miami, speaking at the Mobile Adult Congress. I arrived yesterday, stayed overnight, and then spoke today, heading home tonight, hopefully. In the middle of all of this, I managed to find the worst Sheraton in the free world. Now understand – I’m a huge, huge fan of any Starwood property. I’ve been a Starwood Plat for years – It’s the only chain I frequent, even though I’m a Diamond at Hyatt and a Diamond VIP at Hilton. And this isn’t bragging – it’s actually kind of a sad thing. It means my cats know my cleaning lady better than me. So it shocked the hell out of me to have such a horrible, horrible experience at the [...]

This story on Disaboom, out this morning in Advertising Age, simply rocks. Nice way to start the week. Well, that and a grilled cheese, bacon, and tomato sandwich on wheat toast from Tasos Restaurant. Or two.

So my mobile phone rings yesterday afternoon, from a restricted number, as I’m walking through CVS to pick up more Ibuprofen for my broken rib. I answer it, and find myself talking to some woman who claims to be the “head of Profnet,” who tells me that me that I’ve been stealing reporter queries and posting them on my Facebook Group. That amused the hell out of me. Not only because I haven’t (that would defeat the whole purpose of my group, but hey, that’s logical, and you know to never expect logic from corporations,) but also because I thought the very cool Dan Forbush was still head of Profnet. So when I refer to this woman, imagine air-quotes each [...]

No better way to title the post than that. As you know, I participate in a ton of high-risk activities. Skydiving, marathoning, you name it. If I can’t potentially die doing it, hell, it’s not a sport. Which makes the damn irony of this so much more annoying. Last Tuesday, in an effort to get to my Social Media Club speech on time, I ran for the F train at 57th and 6th Avenue. The doors were closing. This is nothing new, I’ve snuck through tons of times. Turn body sideways, slide in, take seat, life goes on. This is New York City, after all. However, this time, I had a backpack full of books with me. So I turned [...]

It’s late early 1997, and I’ve just left AOL, and moved back to NYC. Living in my parents’ basement, I set out one day to the Nederlander Theatre at 10am, to wait on a freezing cold line to get “poor-student tickets” as they called them, to a new and completely different type of Broadway show called Rent. Based somewhat on La Boheme, this new type of musical redefined what the Broadway experience could be, and introduced millions of people to Broadway, people who’d never before thought they’d see a Broadway show. In fact, with& an ethnically diverse cast, Rent tackled concepts very rare for “conservative” musical theatre, including homelessness, gay and lesbian issues, and coming of age in the time [...]