Crisp night in NYC, I walk home from studio work counting all the lonely faces eating pizza in Supreme Pizza on 9th Ave.  At Pinkberry, they gave my dog Olive a sample of plain frozen yogurt. She inhaled it and got brain freeze. Who's fault is that? Every night when I do sleep ( for a maximum of 4 hours -tops) I see the images of Japan. This prayer pond with the magical fishies is on replay a lot these nights.