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      <title>The Return of Led Zeppelin</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[[b]Why here?  Why now?[/b]

I've been sequestered in London, splitting time between a grad school stint at the London School of Economics and filling out business school applications.  In the past, I've managed to find my way into a unusual events—running with the bulls in Pamplona, sharing smokes with Castro at the Havana Cigar Festival, attending Super Bowls and World Series, the last World Cup and a couple of Pearl Jam concerts—and writing on all of these for publication.  Sometimes I was, in fact, invited; most times, though, my attendance resulted from the result of targeted persuasion (aka begging) until granted access.

When I heard of the Led Zeppelin reunion concert late last year (Dec 07), it was another opportunity to showcase my disregard for social and legal boundaries and again find entry where most could not.  As it turns out, it was easy to find a couple of tickets on Ebay from some wretch in need of 500 quick dollars. [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]]]></description>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 08 15:44:24 -0500</pubDate>
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      <title>Rolling Stone 40th Anniversary Celebrity Poker Tournament</title>
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      <description><![CDATA[[b]Don’t I know you?[/b]

Vegas is littered with degenerate dealers that go up big, quit their jobs and live large, slowly give it all back and return to dealing. They enter Vegas as bright-eyed dreamers, and thirty years later, they are still plying that disappointing dream behind a table.  For any dealer, pit boss or cocktail waitress who might have been in Vegas thirty years ago, our act was a re-run—a broke, infrequent contributor to Rolling Stone and an overweight, drug addled attorney with no regard for societal norms in town to report on some odd competition.

Indeed, we bore other similarities to Raoul Duke and Dr. Gonzo.  We had rooms that were comped, money was never an issue and sleep was out of the question.  But did we have a purpose out in the desert?  Was there some reason for this lost weekend?


[b]Yes, we’re here on assignment…[/b] [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]]]></description>
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      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 08 20:35:17 -0500</pubDate>
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