There's a lot of talk these days amongst the single troops about the proliferation and opportunities of online dating. While I am certainly an avid supporter, after I detail my online dating experiences people usually think I'm full of shit. I am not, but I did have about 3 weeks (5 events) of online dating hilarity back in 2000. For those of you considering it, over the next 5 days I will post details of my experiences in 2000 for your review and disbelief.

** Disclaimer: names will be changed to protect the innocent (and the guilty).

Stay tuned...

Everything's different now. Last week, Wednesday to be exact, I saw a ghost. I'm not being figurative. I saw a bona fide confirmed ghost. There was no pre or auto suggestion involved and it was confirmed by the owner of the 1730's-era property (a large scientific society) the morning after without any prior indication from me of what I saw. Anyway, everything's different now. I have always been a huge skeptic and have never been one to be hypnotized, etc. Has that all changed? Will I now "see" things? Or am I now open to subliminal suggestion? I don't know, perhaps time will tell. If you've seen what you believe to be a real ghost and it changed your perspective, I'm keen to hear.

The rumblings were true. All I can say, is this.

Sister Susie and her friend Tracey were in town this past weekend. I realized this was the first time my sister and I had spent any time together without some other sibling or parent present. It was a good time although for most of the weekend, I was a male spare wheel.

The weekend was pretty much all about rest and relaxation. Friday night I dragged the girls to Brooklyn with me and my party pals in the rain. As payback, I spent Saturday with the girls shopping in Soho and sightseeing. It was fine, fun actually. The only thing I really had issue with was the request to visit Ground Zero. I really see no point in going there. There's really nothing to see and the tourist factor there really kind of bothers me. Then again, I guess it's good for people to see it to gather some perspective from all the media reports and images.

Later on Saturday night we ended up on the Lower East Side at a godforsaken club called Rivertown Lounge (Orchard south of Houston). OH MY GOD does this place suck. The girls liked it for all the reasons I wanted to run for the hills: boy:girl ratio of about 18:1, loud thumping popular (err, hip hop) music, and availability of domestic light beer. In retrospect though, THANK GOD for this place because it keeps the bridge and tunnel frat boy riff raff out of the truly great clubs in the neighborhood.

Weird rumblings of change at the office...I smell another reorg.

I have a crush. I must enter the first step of recovery and 'fess up. Something about this girlwonder amazes (and intrigues) me.

Interesting autumn weekend here in the ol' city. Dan, Marc and I had a Williamsburg blow out on Friday night. Marc has found what is possibly the best club in Williamsburg. Bembe...South 6th/Berry. Billed as Brazilian this dark intimate space features potent cocktails (you know, caiparinhas, mojitos, etc.), a groovy Latin DJ, cozy space to chill out in the back and downstairs and get this...a variety of Latin percussion instruments which the crowd is encouraged to pick up and jam on throughout the evening. It's a fabulous place. Friendly accessible bartender, friendly/smiley boys and girls...great vibe that can only really be achieved in Brooklyn. If this club were in Manhattan it would be filled to the brim with eurotrash and sex and the city girls...I'll take Billyburg hipsters over that just about any day! It was good to see Dan after his return from his recent world tour with Lou Reed. Boy's got some good stories!

The rest of the weekend was pretty much recovery after that 5am explosion. Yesterday Skycam continued to ramp up to our upcoming 11/6 re-introduction at Luna Lounge. Here, have a taste...it's unmastered and rough mixed but savory nonetheless...fevering.

Happy (?) Yom Kippur. I think this qualifies as a bona fide moron move...Pearson's Texas Barbecue which just opened in the old Butterfield's space on 81st and 3rd closed early yesterday in respect to the Jewish holy day. Point to Mr. Pearson...perhaps consider showing respect to Jews in general and CLOSE YOUR STINKIN' PORK HUT. The clientele for whom you closed your space early yesterday don't eat your food, jackass. But we pig eating, beer swilling gentiles who were very keen to give your new space a try will now ban you and your pork emporium for such moronic pandering.

Oh joy, I just found out that the proprietor of this "Texas Barbecue" establishment is British. And used to be a hairdresser.

I have had hiccups for 20 hours now and counting. No sleep, no peace of mind, just continuous, gut wrenching spasms about 3 times a minute. I may go hurl myself into the Hudson.

Last night an extremely generous vendor of mine, took my friend Benjamin and I out for dinner and drinks. On the way to meet these guys I stopped off at the White Horse Tavern for a beer. This place never ceases to amaze me. I've been here maybe 10 times and every time is a trip. This time I, along with the other 8 or 9 5pm drinkers, was quietly watching the Red Sox get spanked by the A's when a group of actor/model types (mixed crowd, 6 or 7 people) walked in chatting and kidding around. BEFORE they can even sit down the bartender said "hey listen, you guys are gonna have to go...I can tell already y'all are gonna be too loud in here so just leave now". Unbelievable but amazing. Slackjawed the hipsters hit the highway and allowed me and the rest of my quiet (drunk) friends to watch the game in peace! Then it was off to the lesbian barbeque extravaganza that is the Cowgirl Hall of Fame. A good time was had by one and all...until Benjamin and I were consulting the honey bear later in the evening and the hiccups struck...and stuck...wish me peace.