What can I say? To spend much time discussing oneself seems a waste when there is art, music, dance, literature, film, theatre, and fashion to be discussed. There is no shortage of these things in Seattle, and of course I have my own creative writing, studying, composing, and socializing to keep me occupied. Why squander the power of language and my time and that of others in dwelling on what I say that I am and what I say that I do? There seems to be an unspoken belief that we should be valued by our interests and our aspirations rather than our true commitments and accomplishments. It is a dangerous thing, indeed, for where this belief takes root even the most industrious of people will stop producing; their energy will be directed toward self-promotion instead.

So let us do what we love to do, what we are meant to do, and then we can discuss the details over drinks. Or recite poetry. Or eat sushi. We are blessed with these things in Seattle, too, and one of the joys of being dedicated to one's passion and gifts is that it gives one the freedom to be capricious about everything else. I may be a prescriptivist regarding language at times, but never regarding what we should be doing with our lives. Lalala.