I get a little sick of myself as a solo artist. I get a little bit bored.

I tend to fall for the archetypal, talented, charismatic rock boy.

Puerto Rico has a stray dog problem. Tens of thousands of homeless canines - hundreds of thousands, by some estimates - live and die on the streets and beaches all over this Caribbean island of almost four million people.

David Ortiz is a genius. He's incredible to watch. Over and over, he hits home runs that are simply transcendent.

People in L.A. don't have to brace themselves against the cold; they slack off permanently, and their brains turn to mush.

How can I shield myself from the things that I hear?

I'm able to see humor in a lot of things.