Where mathematics meets God,
where the cacophony of every human voice is harnessed
into an ordered and purposeful whole —
that’s where you reside. Yet
how unlikely, how perverse even,
that your name should sound like someone
clearing his throat,
preparing to expectorate in a most unmelodic way.
In 2009, I started writing a book that I hoped would be timeless, something that could be read many years from today and still feel relevant and meaningful. Eight years later, that book is now in print. Ironically, early readers are calling it “timely.”
When I completed the first draft of Year 14 in 2009, it was originally called Everybody Sing. I had been working on another book about Hollywood. One day, for no reason…
Writer, poet, artist, improviser, lyricist, former television personality, and generally decent person.
Once-a-month, the “underground comedy show” Comedy Sucks pops up in Hollywood at the Nerdist Showroom. The host, Scott Black, is funny and engaging, and the young and mostly unknown comedians he presents support the show’s title only about half the time. The element that keeps us attending every month are absurdly hilarious video montages created by the...
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