I write poetry, ride bikes, drink coffee, and rarely come down off the hill except to get to the BG. It's a dumb cliche that I think I manage alright. I go to Seattle Central, and I'm taking a class on the history of rock 'n' roll next quarter, which should be damn cool. I play a lot of cribbage and 13 with good buddies from all over the Seattle area and my short life story. I'm a jazz singer learning at Cornish, we should all listen to more jazz. My arm almost moves again.