'The Christmas Song ' by Nat King Cole is not only a masterful performance to me it just sounds like the holidays. I've never sung it because Nat's version is so perfect. I gotta leave it alone.

One already feels like an anachronism writing novels in the age of what-ever-this-is-the-age-of but touring to promote them feels doubly anachronistic. The marketplace is showing an increasing intolerance for the time-honored practice of printing information on paper and shipping it around the country.

By age seven I used to comb my hair for performances just pull my hair up into a bun. Granted it wasn't a very intricate hairstyle. Still to be that responsible and disciplined at age seven is unusual.

Work is transformative. It gives you a greater chance of a greater income. You can affect your life while you're of working age so you have scope and opportunity. Pensioners do not.

America doesn't reward people of my age either in day-to-day life or for their performances.

I'd like to talk about free markets. Information in the computer age is the last genuine free market left on earth except those free markets where indigenous people are still surviving. And that's basically becoming limited.

The value of old age depends upon the person who reaches it. To some men of early performance it is useless. To others who are late to develop it just enables them to finish the job.

Non-disclosure in the Internet Age is quickly perceived as a breach of trust. Government corporations and each of us as individuals must recalibrate how we live and share our lives appropriate to the information now available and the expectations of others.

In this electronic age we see ourselves being translated more and more into the form of information moving toward the technological extension of consciousness.

The information encoded in your DNA determines your unique biological characteristics such as sex eye color age and Social Security number.