Part of it is just breaking the routine of life, getting away for 14 days. We're not worrying about paying bills or answering phone calls. Being in New Zealand is like living in the 1950s.

It's kind of a sad day when they all leave after 14 days.

It was a great excuse to go to Australia.

He's the hardest working guy I've ever been around. He does it religiously every day. He has a routine that he goes through and does it every day, home and on the road. It's amazing.

But the grind has begun. The windows don’t open, and even the availability of near-constant jokes about Jews and Mormons fails to stem the tide of frustration, decay. We’ve reached the end of pure inspiration, and are now somewhere else, something implying routine, or doing something because people expect us to do it, going somewhere each day because we went there the day before, saying things because we have said them before, and this seems like the work of a different sort of animal, contrary to our plan, and this is very very bad.

If you follow a recipe for life, spontaneity will be cooked.