The ruling ethos of Seattle is forlorn apology for our animal impulses.

Our lives aren't prepackaged along narrative lines and, therefore, by its very nature, reality-based art - underprocessed, underproduced - splinters and explodes.

Seattle is still more Caucasian than most medium-sized cities. The sort of psychosexual politics of white fandom in context of black athletes who are also both very rich and slightly angry is just, to me, bottomlessly fascinating.

I have three dogs, a cat, fish. I'm a huge animal lover. They're amazing.

It's actually quite a good ethos for life: go into the unknown with truth, commitment, and openness and mostly you'll be okay.

No to laugh, not to lament, not to detest, but to understand.