New York

For the time being, exploration begets new possibilities - tremendous opportunities to get lost, to stop and imprison the moments in my viewfinder, to escape into the oblivion of motion-speed.

What if our lives are lived only once?  What happens if we never return to the moment of first discoveries – will our actions have meaning if it falls to the slumber or forgetting?

God, do all actors complain about their profession?  I thought writers were bad, but most writers are introverted; actors, however, like to share their pain, their angst, their sacrifice

There is something sad, forlorn and mournful about Jesus, hanging on his tree, stretched muscles and sinews, ribs exposed and staring at the ivy covered brownstone next to graffitied factories under a gray clouded Brooklyn night, with no one to talk to. It seemed to me an error in reasoning

I went to Philadelphia this Saturday. Decided to go to the Live 8 concert. Claudia joined me stumbling onto East Broadway at 6:45 am in the gray morning

Ok, now that the summer is blazing I have to be blazin' a little bit too.  Things on the summer list. * Save an assload of money.  Goddammit, if the job is screwing me over (and hell, I gave up a 60K bonus for this shit?), then I just have