You ever get the feeling that you might have been Adam Sandler? I mean, not him exactly, but sucessful like he was? I sure got that feeling this weekend, being back in NYC and seeing some VH1 show that did totally 1985 and showed him doing Remote Control on MTV when he was getting started. Seeing that, after having seen Jordan and Ari, who are now pals with Kate Winslet and Sam Mendes, right after my brother spent the day recording with Moby and Chris spent the weekend at Fran Macdormand's place, really underscored that feeling that the fame tractor beam is all around me, or at least all around me when I am in New York.

But what a weekend. First there was the ordeal of staying in the Hudson Hotel, which wasn't necessarily bad, but it's kind of awful, with that self concious architecture and a bunch of hair gel, Details reading junior executives, and besides it is weird to stay in a hotel in New York. Plus it was really cold outside. Then I went and saw my family, which is always nice. Then I went to the farm for a day trip and some deer stared at me. Then I went to a wedding on Sunday, which was nice, not counting a man who told me he had sperm problems and it might have been from sliding into home base in high school which made him pee blood for three days.

Then I had a nice dinner and breakfast and got a plane back to San Francisco where it is 90 degrees. Which I could do without, but I'm sure it will cool off soon. Actually it didn't feel so hot here. There was a bit of a ruckus with the airports, because southern california is burnign out of control, so a bunch of flights got redirected from LA. But really, there weren't any problems to speak of, not counting being seated next to a pilot, in uniform, who drank three Mountain Dews and kept re reading the laminated in flight emergency evacuation form for the whole six hours.

Anyway, the point is I am back here now, so I can now write several entries, starting with this one. Until next week when I have to go to Montreal.