I Usually Just Skip Ahead To The Part About “Bottoming Out.”
I grew up in the heaven on earth known as Albany, New York. I currently live in Los Angeles, but lived in NYC for many years before that. When I transplanted myself (and my wife, Lisa) to LA, nearly everyone I met said, “you’ll adapt,” as if Southern California were some kind of life-changing disease, like diabetes. That said, I think I’m adapting pretty well. I have a lemon tree, so there’s that.
Photo credit: Lisa Whiteman, Dog credit: L'il Papi
I started performing stand-up comedy since the fall of 2002, or a little earlier or later. I honestly can’t remember. (I’m supposed to remember this sort of thing, aren’t I? Comedians often talk about their tenure in stand-up the way toddlers boast of their age, down to the minute.) I’ve been writing for a lot longer. Before I settled into writing, I almost went to art school. What a disaster than would have been. And before that, I acted the fool nearly each and every day.
I was a writer for Late Night with Conan O’Brien, The Tonight Show with Conan O’Brien (remember that???), and The Onion News Network. My writing has also been published in a number of magazines and books that you can read about in the published section of this website. I also co-authored the humor book, SEX: Our Bodies, Our Junk, available now from Broadway/Random House.
I have performed at stand-up comedy shows, readings, and festivals, and on television. I have appeared on VH-1, as a monologist at The Upright Citizens Brigade’s ASSSSCAT, on Comedy Central’s Premium Blend, and at the 2006 HBO US Comedy Arts Festival in Aspen, CO. You can also see me woodenly playing a designer for Apple in this popular Onion News Network video.
For 3+ years I co-hosted and co-produced a popular monthly comedy reading series with Bob Powers, called HOW TO KICK PEOPLE, which was featured in Gothamist.com, the NY Post, and the NY Observer, and was a regular “Don’t Miss” pick in TimeOut Magazine and Flavorpill. I really miss that show.
When I have something to complain about, I write in my public diary, tremble.com. What a narcissist, right?
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