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

Wonderful things happen when your brain is empty.

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 said, 'Well, how much space do I have?' And they said, 'Well, you know, it's the Internet.'

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

On my desk, I always have a lemon or a lime drying. I love the fragrance. Also, a Staedtler eraser, a brush for the eraser and a pencil sharpener.

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