I Am An Employment Hyena. I Am

I Have Come To Regard November As The Older, Harder Man's October. I Appreciate The Early Darkness And Cooler Temperatures. It Puts My Mind In A Different Place Than October. It Is A Month For A Quieter, Slightly More Subdued Celebration Of Summer's Death As Winter Tightens Its Grip.

Americans Have Been Dumbed Down To The Point Where More People Watching 'american Idol' Than Listen To The State Of The Union Address. And That's Too Bad. I'm Not Trying To Take Any Bread Out Of The Mouth Of Simon Cowell, But If The President Is Speaking To The People Of The United States, And People Are Going To Watch 'american Idol,' That's Sad.

My Whole Access Into Culture Was Violent. Violence Is Something I Understand. Don't Like It, Don't Condone It, But I Sure Understand Where It Comes From.

That's The Only Interaction I Have With People, Those Talking Shows. Most Of The People In My Phone Book Are Artists, Management, Producers, Engineers. I Don't Ever Call People With, "hi! How Are You?" I Say, "how Are You? Do You Have That 16/30 Ready? When Do You Want Me To Come Into The Studio?" That's What I Do.

The Tasks I Set Out For Myself Are What I Do To Beat The Perfect Pointlessness Of Life.