"This man's heart is deficient. He loves, but his love is worth nothing"

It's sorta impossible to know the unknown. There's no way you can create a vision or an idea that wasn't there before and suddenly know it without it having been someplace hidden in your mind prior to your experience. Nothing that's new hasn't been old in another way before. It's all a recycling process. The bits and pieces remain the same, the trick is the way in which we choose to put them together. That's what we think separates the old and the new. It's all old though. It's fulfilling something that's old, but it's never been fulfilled so it seems new. And that's why there's no point in doing anything and we'd all be better off killing ourselves. Thank you and goodnight. Tonight didn't turn out too bad. I chose to spend it with the lovely Lauren Eggers and we had a time. Grabbed a Starbuck and watched Part I of what is possibly one of the greatest movies/plays of this generation, Angels in America. Everything about the thing is amazing. Tony Kushner's incredibly good at playing smart. Politics, he's stupid as shit. But the mimickry of intelligence is far more captivating to me than a geniune ignorance of what's smart. The core of originality is about subverting the obvious. Sometimes that in and of itself can become a genre. But then we have to think of what's new and continue to discover what's next. For those of you in our studio audience that are wondering what exactly was in my coffee or if it was somehow an Irish coffee, I can assure you that I'm is doesn't can there. And that's the greatest gift of all.