L.A. Michael and I won't speak for months and then suddenly he'll call out of the blue and what ensues is a three to four hour telephone conversation that mimics a winding road, with Technicolor surprises around each corner. And the images that appear to him in dreams and the ideas that tumble over and over in his mind... are inspiring.
I think almost everyone at some time or another feels like they're sitting in the quiet, motionless epicenter of a storm, while the talent and creativity and insight of friends rage on all around them. The pieces of me that string together to make this site are completely dependent on the gifts that my raging friends grant me. And with their permission, I share them with you.