This is a nice idea, although the cynic in me thinks I am being experimented on for a book proposal...but I don't want to be accused of being a lurker or worse.

I find your topics typically timely and interesting--I have always enjoyed your writing style.  I do not always agree with what you write (although most of your readers seem to ALWAYS agree which gets a little too campy for me).

Ok, about me, well, I hate talking about me, there's one.  I love stringed instruments, drinking tea out of my grandmother's Johnson Brother's china I inherited when she passed away, gardens and working in the garden with my wife and kids to name a few.  The truth is I like too many things, jack-of-all-trades, master of none.

I find nothing more peaceful than standing in the middle of a river with a bamboo fly rod right before twilight flicking my line out in hopes of seeing one more break in the water.  Or equally, quietly waiting in the woods to see a bird that I've been following for what seems likes hours.  Those last two remind me of a favorite Dickinson poem: "Hope is the thing with feathers."

Hope     
Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune--without the words, 
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard; 
And sore must be the storm 
That could abash the little bird 
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land, 
And on the strangest sea; 
Yet, never, in extremity, 
It asked a crumb of me.

Oh, and now I am curious why your reader Pace afraid of the word "Textile"?