My first years were inside a pine snow globe; a monastic campus in Upstate NY

My Father found G-d during and after psychedelics and Dead shows, hitchhiking the country.

He was training to be a minister, my Mother a teacher. She homeschooled us 4 before high school, and made us write poetry

At 12, my aunt told me to pick any book at the Main St. bookstore, I came home with “How To Think Like Leonardo DaVinci”, my world exploded open

At 14, I sold a cartoon to Reader’s Digest, and dreamt of being a NYer cartoonist. My uncle sent my stuff through a friend to Mort Walker and he invited me to his studio

In high school I’d lay on bags of clothes in my cedar closet in the dark, trying to find G-d

At 18, I made serious contact, my world exploded open

I’m a direct descendant of James Clark Ross, arctic explorer and North Pole discoverer, my Great Uncle was Senior VP of Grumman Aerospace, my Grandfather a Grumman Apollo project manager

Now 37 (babyface, maybe the meditation), my own R&D explorations and journey have been intense and wide ranging

I finally grasp a rough lay of the land, and the blueprints I’m here to express the rest of my time on this planet. It’s a wild time to be here

I can do / or learn it all. Put me in the game coach