In the last few years, the very idea of telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth is dredged up only as a final resort when the alternative options of deception, threat and bribery have all been exhausted.

I'm deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.

For years, I've pushed the idea of a column compilation book mainly because it would be easy - I could just staple 'em all together. But publishers have been resistent, feeling the material dates.

I'm just a simple kid from Brooklyn who landed into the most enchanted lifestyle imaginable.

It's not enough for me to cover theater, I have to throw myself around every other art form, and do so thoroughly and relentlessly.

By the end of the week, if I'm still alive, I get to write whatever I want about it all.

It's a good thing that columnists don't make homosexuality their last taboo anymore. But I wish the columnists themselves would come out too.