Now, you people just stop stalking Mike. I know I'm obsessed with him, but there's no reason for you to be.
You can read all about him in the forthcoming bestseller, titled Life is Short, But Not Short Enough, authored from the sun deck of an asylum located on the sandy shores of Vietnam. It will chronicle, in detail, his misadventures trying assimilate into societies ranging from the mighty Han of the Republic of Korea to the stumpy hippies of Portland, Oregon (a large portion of which having ritualistically followed the migratory patterns of the hipster out from Williamsburg, where this dynamic duo first encountered them from the years spanning 2003-2008 -- first attempt at assimilation, there: failed -- further results to come). It will include 8-10 pages of full color photographs, including the Michael Magnes with Robot Series, and one of him wearing a cowboy hat, posed in front of a giant paper mache bobcat outside a Texaco somewhere between Dallas and the Dr. Pepper factory.
Expect it. Until then, leave the poor man alone. As one particularly deranged young art school student once put it, on the L platform of the Bedford stop in Brooklyn, circa 2006, "What do you, like, have dibs on Mike, or something?" Yes. Yes, I do. Now please go away.