Just finished writing an essay for The Stranger, under an intense deadline after tech rehearsal, and I think I'm discovering that deadlines are truly essential for me--perhaps because I am a creature of the theater, I don't respect any deadline that doesn't have actual teeth to it, and for me those teeth have to be sharp, deadly and ready to sink into my leg for it to actually matter.
By the way, I am really loving the SLOG, The Stranger's experiment in blogy-ness. It's made it onto my must-read list, and this is not a paid endorsement.
I'd almost forgotten about this picture from the Seattle Weekly from 2002--I ran across it this evening. I should use this for something on the site.