Greg Borenstein

"dive in to avoid sudden-descending-alien-spaceship-type clouds and their attendant rain barrages with a slice of their olive oil cake and tropicalia-only stereo"

"wonder if playing in the park is an obscure-outside-the-jazz-academy-network-while-simultaneously-utterly-ubiquitous-within-it curricular requirement like credit-quota-ed and all."

"Let them bully you into the replacement for your sophisticate italianate atte-ino: cold-pressed coffe on ice with homemade almond milk."

"avoid the shitsream-runoff rivulet that winds from New York's Oldest Dog Run, which run is populated by absurd miniaturized fox-looking pocket dogs"

"watch in mute fascination the black-bowlered and rainbow-bereted hippie ball spinners whose "performance" consists of less actual anything than any other act in the park"

"cash only"