I met Sam on a whim. I handed him a flyer and he attached himself to this.

I didn't want my second job to be a job. This isn't work. We all wanted to do something with our passion for music.

I've joked around with the whole 'if you build it, they will come' thing. I've been so fortunate that people have come out to help.

[Sam grew from there and has morphed into something as prodigious as Mo Vaughn 's gut in his Met years: It has 150,000 visitors each day, according to Christensen, and there are more than 10,000 people on the SOSH waiting list for membership. Uh, waiting list?] In order to maintain the quality standards, we've had to close membership, ... I don't want people to think we are kicking them to the curb because we think we are better than they are. That's definitely not the case. But I think it [the small group of members] could be part of the draw of the site. It's the only way I know of maintaining a quality signal to noise ratio.

Just as every conviction begins as a whim so does every emancipator serve his apprenticeship as a crank. A fanatic is a great leader who is just entering the room.

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.