I am a nocturnal pseudojournalist living in the Columbia Heights neighborhood of Washington, D.C., with my twin sons (born Sept. 2004), my wife, and a long-suffering cat. I've been to about a dozen countries, jumped out of an airplane, been through rehab, met a president, crossed the continent on a bus full of hippies, dropped out of both nursery school and divinity school, been on a game show, and thrown up in the Dalai Lama's bathroom.
