When People Are Laughing, They're Generally Not

In 2003, I Almost Died Of An Intestinal Blockage When I Was On A Mountain In Chile, Filming A Segment For 'scientific American Frontiers.'

I Found I Wasn't Asking Good Enough Questions Because I Assumed I Knew Something.

I Still Don't Like The Word Agnostic. It's Too Fancy. I'm Simply Not A Believer. But, As Simple As This Notion Is, It Confuses Some People. Someone Wrote A Wikipedia Entry About Me, Identifying Me As An Atheist Because I'd Said In A Book I Wrote That I Wasn't A Believer. I Guess In A World Uncomfortable With Uncertainty, An Unbeliever Must Be An Atheist, And Possibly An Infidel. This Gets Us Back To That Most Pressing Of Human Questions: Why Do People Worry So Much About Other People's Holding Beliefs Other Than Their Own?

In The Midst Of The Sense Of Tragedy Or Loss, Sometimes Laughter Is Not Only Healing, It's A Way Of Experiencing The Person That You've Lost Again.

I Don't Really Worry About The Size Of The Part Much Any More. It's Nice To Have More Time To Work On The Character, And To Have Big Scenes To Play. But If There's Something Playable There, And If It's Interesting To Do, Then That's Nice.