Every Summer, Around Late July And Into

I Believe That Capitalism, At Least How It's Used By Major Corporations, And Environmental Concerns Are In Opposition. To Be Ecologically Aware, Productivity Of Many Things Would Slow Down At Least For Awhile. Stockholders Don't Want To Hear About The Saving Of The Whales Or Some Stream In Kentucky. They Want A Return On Their Investment.

The Month Of November Makes Me Feel That Life Is Passing More Quickly. In An Effort To Slow It Down, I Try To Fill The Hours More Meaningfully.

We Americans Are Hard On Almost Everything. We Are Hard On Our Vehicles, Our Marriages And Our Heroes. Mostly, However, We Are Hard On Ourselves.

I Spend Several Days At A Time Without Enough Sleep. At First, Normal Activities Become Annoying. When You Are Too Tired To Eat, You Really Need Some Sleep. A Few Days Later, Things Become Strange. Loud Noises Become Louder And More Startling, Familiar Sounds Become Unfamiliar, And Life Reinvents Itself As A Surrealist Dream.

I Mean I Appreciate Fan Mail And That The People Like What I Am Doing But I Can't Answer It. If I Would Answer 25 Letters A Day I Would Be Just A Guy Answering Mail And Not An Artist Anymore.