I think I love this line the best: "If it weren't for Seattle's cafes, gutted-out industrial lofts, houseboats, and constant rain, no one would've written anything". The cool cafes are now fly-by-night eateries that are over-priced, the industrial lofts have made way for unofficial homeless shelters and high-priced, cookie-cutter, clapboard condos and it wont be long before the houseboats are gone due to some as-yet unforeseen catastrophe affecting them and the high-dollar views from the aforementioned condos. And the constant rain - well - given our drought situation, those days are over for the time being. Get ready for a future of writers who can only go on about their feminism, including their boobs, vaginas and the emiotion attached to those items, inserting fruits and vegetables anally and problems it creates in relationships, and your chice of the SeaHawks, Mariners or Sounders, because when you live in a dead-stick of an over-priced, over-gentrified city, you just get dead-stick, over-gentrified writing with a feel that becomes less three dimensional and more two-dimsensional and commercialized.