I dreamt last night that I was one of three people planning a great big party in a great big treehouse. Many of my creative directors were there.

Lunch Break.

When the sun comes out and I'm not too busy, I like to walk downtown during lunch. It's only about a mile from the office and there is so much to see. People. Historic buildings. The renovations to Seattle Center. I'm careful to avoid the intersections where people are often shot and stabbed (3rd and Pike) and I can spot drunken street people from a mile away. It's such a nice break in the day.

One Reason I was in LA for 6 Weeks.

Still Waiting on That Apocalypse

I often dream of the apocalypse and last night I thought it was finally here. Sometime around 4am I awoke to a thunderous roar. Was it an earthquake? A tsunami warning? A hoard of helicopters descending on Seattle? After what seemed like minutes, I decided it was, at the very least, a fire alarm and I needed to put on enough clothes to run into the street as my building burned down. Half way out of bed, everything went silent.

The Imperial Fortune had blasted her horn as she pulled out of port and headed back to China with a hull full of grain.

The Imperial Fortune