I think of myself as an honest person, but it has come to my attention that I am not an honest person.

I spent the weekend in bed with Tina Fey because there's nothing like lying down for 48 hours with a celebrity to really get to know her.

"There are so many important things about the ways in which we can derive a sense of ourselves from what we look at in our cultural production." Thus spake Danny Glover, African-American film star and activist, and now executive producer of an award-winning documentary on Hurricane Katrina

I was so wiped out Friday after a week of too much hustle and blood loss, I stretched out flat on the examination table in the small corner room in the Haight-Ashbury Free Clinic I'd been ushered into.

Is sex sinful? Is sex perverse? Is sex disgusting?

Waiting for my therapist to come fetch me for my three o'clock appointment, seated on a plastic chair, avoiding eye contact with others seated in their plastic chairs, I did a quick comparison of magazine covers on the glass coffee table before me.

When I asked Love Object to marry me, her response was a charmingly incredulous "Really?" on an ascending scale drawing out the first syllable.

What do Lehman Brothers and Merrill Lynch have to do with our sex lives? We're about to find out.