In 1986, I was on a beach in Mexico and the “Jungle Theater” came into my mind. I came back and moved to Lake Street. I went around the corner from my apartment and saw an empty storefront and these empty apartments above it. So I rented it and set up in one of the

For what it’s worth, I’ve always thought that blogging, not Twittering, was the media version of crack. Metaphorically speaking: I get an intense high from instantly publishing, but the minute I stop, I get a kind of an empty and anxious feeling, as if I’ve just poured part of my soul into a spiritual void.