Having Unlimited Choices Can Paralyze You Creatively.

I Couldn't Take Pictures Of Green Rolling Hills.

There's A Pervasive Feeling That When Somebody Sings A Song And Records A Song On A Record, That It's Their True Feeling.

Do I Wear A Helmet? Ugh. I Do When I'm Riding Through A Precarious Part Of Town, Meaning Midtown Traffic. But When I'm Riding On Secure Protected Lanes Or On The Paths That Run Along The Hudson Or Through Central Park - No, I Don't Wear The Dreaded Helmet Then.

Analysis Is Like A Lobotomy. Who Wants To Have All Their Edges Shaved Off?

Life Tends To Be An Accumulation Of A Lot Of Mundane Decisions, Which Often Gets Ignored.