What if - and I'm just trying to be helpful here - instead of being about a middle aged dad who never really made it, your blog was about a guy in his late 20s working for a start-up that just did an IPO, and all of a sudden he's worth 100 million dollars...

The Grace Church on 10th and Broadway is my favorite place to go on a snowy day. The courtyard is so peaceful when it's covered in snow. I get lost staring at it...

I have no idea what this is a photo of. If I had to guess, I'd say it was taken on a train. Probably by accident, by the looks of it. Whatever it is, I like it.

Hugo is on the back deck. He and his friends were having a water balloon fight. Now one of his friend's is upstairs pouring water out the window onto his head. They're both laughing. 

in college i took a writing class. every week we had a paper due. every week i would stay up all night writing it. 

I'm writing this at a table in the corner, trying to look like I have something important I need to deal with. I don't. 

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Sometimes it's hard to distinguish between what you actually remember, and what stories come up based on a photo. 

On the roof of The Lonestar Cafe was a 40-foot iguana sculpture, which was a landmark of the area at the time. If you went to the club, you pretty much had to go on the roof and check out the giant iguana.

I had a girlfriend once that was out of focus.

Most of Rob's head. Circa 1962.

Oh my goodness! Amazing article dude! Thank you.

Incline your mind toward positive thinking. It's the nutrition your soul needs to be healthy and robust. A robust heart. A robust soul. Let those be the goal.

I know I had a compelling reason to do this 'A post a day for 1,000 days' blog, but I can't remember it right now because I'M TIRED & I WANT TO GO TO BED.

When the planner requested full legal names, birthdates, and social security numbers of the musicians, I asked her why she needed them. "The secret service are requesting it" she replied.

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Favorite color when I was a kid: green. Then purple. Then later blue.

In the 70's there was a song called "Feelings".

NYC, 1989 - Got to keep up with the writing. There is no secret, just diligent pursuit.