I Don't Believe In Fate Or Destiny.

'the Great Gatsby' Is A Book I Have Read A Few Times, And It Seems To Get Heavier Every Time I Come To Visit.

If A Slave Were To Raise His Voice To His Master, He Risked All Manner Of Punishment. Yet What Was Possible In Many Circumstances Was To Lift One's Voice In Song. This Was A Major Ingredient In What Is Now Known As Blues And Gospel. Slaves May Have Been Regarded As Subhuman By Their Cruel Captors, But Through Music, They Were Proud And Dignified.

For Many Years, I Tried To Make New Year's Resolutions. I Made Lists And Shot For Great Heights: I Would Show Altruism And Exert Moral Strength, Patience And All Those Other Great Attributes.

There Are Things That Happen So Quickly. A Better Cameraman Can Capture Them, But If The Light Is Not Bright And You Hoist Up Your Camera By The Time You've Dialed In Your Settings. There Are Eye Blink Moments Where You're Like "aaahhhh, I Wish," But Those Are Too Many To Catalogue. Nothing Really Sticks Out.

Watching A Documentary With People Hacking Their Way Through Some Polar Wasteland Is Merely A Visual. Actually Trying To Deal With Cold That Can Literally Kill You Is Quite A Different Thing.