Questions:
1:
How do you get (make, pilfer, conjure, trip over, vomit-up) your ideas?
2:
What is your ritual performed in darkness that keeps the existential terrors at bay?
3:
How can you fall deeply, viscerally, and totally in love with a place?
4:
Ever do something so boring but in such an odd way that it became interesting again?
5:
How are you learning to become a functional person (hopefully and eventually)?
6:
How do you trick your dopey brain into manufacturing the happy chemicals on demand?
7:
What are you doing with your rapidly decaying body to battle the cruel ravages of time?
8:
What is something you are simultaneously proud of and ashamed to admit?
9:
What feels selfish to do but actually makes you a better asset to others?
10:
Why are your feet so freaking gnarly?
Answer:
I leave the house (almost) every morning between 5 and 6, and I stomp around Seattle until I have purposefully solved (clearly—not just barely) at least one tricky puzzle or problem. Other issues tend to work themselves out along the way.
I wish I were walking w you!
Happy New Year!