TEG NYC, the new york arm of our production company, occupies most of the 9th floor of this building we're in. We, that is, those of us involved in the Common/Kanye video, took over the whole of the 12th floor yesterday. there's not, you know, enough of us to fill the floor-- and these are small floors, mind, consisting of one large office, more or less, or two smaller ones depending-- but there were more of us than would fit in the TEG conference room. So: now i can spit from 12 floors up instead of merely 9.

Met up with Danyon and Emily last night, went to Forbidden Planet and got a little bit of my nerd on and then over to Pete's Tavern and had what was the most mediocre spaghetti of all time. By the time I got home after waiting a half-hour for the 3 train I'd read Warren's ULTIMATE NIGHTMARE and was cursing Pete, O. Henry, the gift of the fucking Magi, and the whole of Gramercy. Evil spaghetti. I brought Mitchell's Up in the Old Hotel with me; I should see if there's anything about Pete's in there and then furiously scribble it out.

I'm going to wrap up Five Fists here; I'm going to do it outside of Tesla's place at Bryant Park, in longhand. Just because.

We had a call with Kanye yesterday. He asked if this one shot was possible, and warned that we should be honest, since he was at a place in his life where he was getting yessed all the time, it seemed like people were afraid of saying no to him.

Well, I said, I'm not gonna say no, because nothing's impossible, but it would suck. Possible, but sucky.

He seemed pretty okay with that.

There, see? I can drop names. It's not all banal.