I Don't Like Begging Money

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.

I've Noticed A Lot Of Younger Artists Have Less Fear Of Doing Different Sorts Of Things, Whether It's Various Types Of Music, Or Gallery Artists Moving Between Video And Sculpture And Drawing.

Crime Is A Job. Sex Is A Job. Growing Up Is A Job. School Is A Job. Going To Parties Is A Job. Religion Is A Job. Being Creative Is A Job

When It Became Easy Enough To Do Dairy Online, Then I Just Thought, "oh, I'll Start Doing This. I'll Put The Parts Online That Aren't Going To Get Me In Trouble. I'll Save The Rest For Myself." It Became Also This Kind Of Self-therapy. I Could Write About Stuff That Was Bothering Me, Or Personal Stuff. And The Very Personal Stuff I Could Edit Out. But It Was Kind Of The Catharsis Of Getting It Out And Writing About It, That Made Me Think, "okay, I See Why People Do This, Why They Keep These Diaries." So I Thought, "well, Let's See What Happens When I Post Some Of It."

Real Sadness Is Such An All-encompassing Intense Thing That It Takes You Out Of Your Humdrum Existence. If You Can Still Function, You Want To Show It While It's Peaking. So When People Tell You To Cheer Up, It's Not Always The Best Thing.