I probably had something to do with being southern. For some reason, over the last few years I've been much more conscious of that. It's probably because my friend Jack Womack has a thesis that he and I write the way we do because we're southern and we experienced the very tail end of the premeditated south.

One of the things I have taken for granted, in terms of how technology works in the world, is the people that develop it and get it out there don't really know what we are going to do with until we have really gotten ahold of it and it has become ubiquitous. And then we wind up doing things that its inventors never dreamed of and those things become the real change drivers. That is actually where the whole technocracy thing falls apart for me, because the people who invented it can't predict what we're going to do with it.

Naps are essential to my process. Not dreams, but that state adjacent to sleep, the mind on waking.

I think that the collectible ephemera craze/awareness is probably driven by a reverse market, rebounding off the sense of everything being mass-produced. It's the last step you take in trying to find something unique.

I only go to Japan when there's someone who can afford to bring me there, and consequently I may never go again!

Three in the morning. Making yourself a cup of coffee in the dark, using a flashlight when you pour the boiling water.

Art Deco for me except in its most crazed and attenuated forms, it's jut a matter of taste.