When I was a little boy, I used to read, predominantly fairy tales, while eating green apples. When a local library disposed of their old collection of books, I rescued them and read them all. I could read a book and eat 23 green apples in one sitting, much to the disapproval of my Israeli father who called the books Mickey Mouse stuff and told me that the local fruit vendor couldn't keep enough stock to supply my green apple habit. As I grew up, I branched out to read the classics and eat other kinds of apples, including Cortland which sound and look a romantic red. I also began to notice non-parallelisms between fiction and real life, between imagination and practicality. Yet, that didn't stop me from becoming an artist, though it made me a very practical one. After all I write screenplays, design t-shirts, and also write computer code. Occasionally though I will get away from the cerebral and do something raw like carpentry or deadlifting heavy logs to preserve my masculinity and to reaffirm my sense of the mundane and the tactile...as I fight the urge to imagine I'm Paul Bunyan.