We could speak about the meaning of life vis-a-vis non-consequential/deontological theories, apodictic transformation schemata, the incoherence of exemplification, metaphysical realism, Cartesian interactive dualism, revised non reductive dualism, postmodernist grammatology and dicey dichotomies. But we would still be left with Nietzsche's preposterous mustache which instills great anguish and skepticism in the brain, which leads (as it did in his case) to utter madness. I suggest we go to Paris instead.

I live in a small world of gouache and brush and pen and ink. I'd like to explore the world of multiples - etching and prints.

Wonderful things happen when your brain is empty.

My workspace is defined by books, ephemera, quiet and light. I don't have a computer, telephone or a fax machine there.

if something does go wrong, here is my advice... KEEP CALM and CARRY ON.

It's almost impossible to reconcile the realities of how one feels during the day, hour by hour. But I approach things not cynically.

Michael Pollan is a champion. In all ways. A man of great integrity, humor, and common sense and kindness.