

Getting Jiggy
It's 1:30am, and though I've been out dancing and socializing all night there is dark work yet to do. The squid are running, and Gabe and I have added a few layers of warm clothing and are making the walk past grain silos and industrial complexes out to Pier 86 in an attempt to get a few. Ahead we can see the lights of the pier, and already we can make out 6-8 people rhythmically lifting and dropping the tips of their long fishing rods. It's cold, it's late, and yet here


Housewarming
It wasn't hard to identify the house being warmed as I drove through the dark streets of a central Seattle neighborhood. It was a small house on the corner, illuminated brightly from within, with the whirling figures of dancers filling every window. I gingerly pressed open the front door until it encountered resistance in the form of a body inside, and slipped through the narrow opening. Inside the house was devoid of all furnishings. A group of musicians was standing pi