Aisle Of Wit
Who Shall Live and Who Shall Die?
Today is Yom Kippur, the holiest day on the Jewish calendar. I will spend the majority of it at my newly chosen temple, praying for the opportunity to maximize what bodes to be the most challenging year of my life to date. One of the most powerful prayers on today’s docket is the Unataneh Tokef, which
Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form Come in, she said I’ll give ya shelter from the storm I survived the remnants of Hurricane Ida physically this week. My biggest loss
So with Jeopardy-gate in a temporary (?) lull your author can tend to his own life again, and once again Leblang Across America is in airplane mode, this time the destination being his roots in New York. Once again we are meeting the confluence of exciting present and troubling past, simply letting the fact we
There was breaking news yesterday morning in the Van Nuys East Courthouse, Department P. The plaintiff is yours truly. I used to enjoy The People’s Court, particularly the OG version with Judge Joseph Wapner. A clever way to turn small claims courts into a game show-like environment, cases like mine agreed to binding arbitration that
You probably don’t know the person whose beautiful photo adorns this page this morning. I barely do myself. But we will both learn more than we ever had hoped to know in the coming months. I am about to start one of the most pivotal months of my life. For a lot of reasons. This
Disclaimer: I am fully vaccinated and own nearly 50 masks, none I wear prouder than my color-coordinated New York Mets triple-layer with deodorized filter resting on cap attachments that allow it to be worn without pulling on my ears. Reality: I currently live in Los Angeles, where masks have recently been reinstated for all adults
I’ve already said on social media that my dad was my first hero. I’ve been blessed with being able to learn professionally from several prominent mentors who were my subsequent heroes–Barry Diller, Ted Turner, Haim Saban, Rupert Murdoch, Peter Liguori, Steve Mosko. You may have heard of a few of them. My current hero is
My mother died again. Let me explain. I lost my own mother far too prematurely, 30 years ago this June. Look no further than her psyche for the cause of death. My mother was well-intentioned but self-loathing, addicted to food, high-tar cigarettes and a codependent relationship with my equally well-intentioned but otherwise flawed father. She
Leblang Across America: The Recap – Leg One
Those of you who follow my social media know I’ve recently started to “break out of my COVID isolation” by getting out and about and having new experiences, which are all the more special to me given what I’ve survived in the past 18 months. The necessity of condensing everything to cute photos, ambiguous captions
As a society, we’ve learned how to multitask and co-exist in environments that are now both work and personal. This site will be no exception to this “new norm”. We will frequently pivot from media musings to personal stories. You will learn of my own journey, particularly since December 2019, when my life was changed