Activists Who Got $15 Minimum Wage Passed in SeaTac are Marching from SeaTac to Seattle Today: That's a long march. "It's going to be all day long in the tradition of marches for social justice struggles. We'll be landing at Seattle City Hall at 4:30pm," organizer Sage Wilson told KIRO. Kshama Sawant says she looks forward to working with city council colleagues to pass a $15-an-hour minimum wage, and "if corporate resistance results in the ordinance getting watered down or not passing in 2014, then we will need to place an initiative on the 2014 ballot. Seattle’s average rent rose faster than any other city in the country last year. Workers simply can’t afford to wait any longer." If you can't be there in person, you can follow along with today's march here or on twitter: #onthemarch.

President Obama Is Right There with Them: "It's well past time to raise the minimum wage," he said in a speech you should watch. "The top 10 percent no longer takes in one-third of our income — it now takes half. Whereas in the past, the average CEO made about 20 to 30 times the income of the average worker, today’s CEO now makes 273 times more."

Workers in Cities Around the Country Are Marching and Protesting Today, Too: "Workers and their supporters are expected to strike at the nation's major national fast-food restaurants" today, Al Jazeera America reports, including in cities that hadn't previously joined the protest yet. The restaurants they are walking out of include McDonald’s, Burger King, Wendy’s, and KFC.

(Pssst—By the Way, the Economy Is Doing Better Than They Said It Was) "The economy expanded much faster than first thought in the third quarter, as the government on Thursday revised its estimate of growth in the period to a 3.6 percent annual rate from 2.8 percent," New York Times reports.

City Council Needs to Change This Police Chief Rule Now: Before the search for a new police chief gets underway, they need to change the rule that says "a new police chief hired from outside SPD can't bring any command staff with him or her," because that's nuts. As Anna pointed out yesterday on Slog, "It's attractive for chiefs considering a move to be allowed to bring along someone they know and trust to be part of a new command staff in a new city" and "it's odd to ask someone to come in to help reform a department... and then say, oh, yeah, you have to hire your entire six-person command staff from our troubled department." Tim Burgess says this rule has "stopped us form getting the kinds of candidates we want."

Washington State Woman Woman Unknowingly Live-Tweets Her Husband's Fatal Car Accident: She was tweeting about emergency responders on their way to a two-car collision in Vancouver, Wash., before she realized who was in one of those cars.

Port Orchard Bartender Gets $5,000 Tip: "He said he had made a lot of money and was finding ways of distributing it."

Costco Labels Memoir by Fictional Anchorman Ron Burgundy "Non-Fiction" I was totally with them when they labeled the Bible "fiction," but this is pushing it.

The Stranger's Office Mouse: Early returns were trending toward McGinn, but we all know about early returns. The populace has spoken, and the mouse has been named Megan Seling.

Slouching Towards 80: Joan Didion, who redefined narrative nonfiction with some of the most distinctive reporting in the American canon, is 79 today. If you've never read the title essay in The White Album, they have a website for that. If you've read that but never read this or this or this, get on it. Here's a video of Tom Brokaw interviewing Didion in the 1970s, when she was living in California. He calls her writing style "spare and occasionally sinister," and she says, "It's the only aggressive act I have."

I Just Pulled Slouching Towards Bethlehem Off a Shelf and Opened at Random: And because I am a nerd I am going to type it out the paragraph I opened to—the last paragraph of the introduction.

I am not sure what more I could tell you about these pieces. I could tell you that I liked some of them more than others, but that all of them were hard for me to do, and took more time than perhaps they were worth; that there is always a point in the writing of a piece when I sit in a room literally papered with false starts and cannot put one word after another and imagine that I have suffered a small stroke, leaving me apparently undamaged but actually aphasic. I was in fact as sick as I have ever been when I was writing "Slouching Towards Bethlehem"; the pain kept me awake at night and so for twenty and twenty-one hours a day I drank gin-and-hot-water to blunt the pain and took Dexedrine to blunt the gin and wrote the piece. (I would like you to believe that I kept working out of some real professionalism, to meet the deadline, but that would not be entirely true; I did have a deadline, but it was also a troubled time, and working did to the trouble what gin did to the pain.) What else is there to tell? I am bad at interviewing people. I avoid situations in which I have to talk to anyone's press agent. (This precludes doing pieces on most actors, a bonus in itself.) I do not like to make telephone calls, and would not like to count the mornings I have sat on some Best Western motel bed somewhere and tried to force myself to put through the call to the assistant district attorney. My only advantage as a reporter is that I am so physically small, so temperamentally unobtrusive, and so neurotically inarticulate that people tend to forget that my presence runs counter to their interests. And it always does. That is one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out.

Joan Didion, everyone. May she live forever.