We must tell jokes, or the interdimensional computer will kill us all.
There are a bounty of options for those looking to indulge their lit-lust on this special day.
Bleached, Erik Blood, weed, fatherhood, and more.
A village boy loves a village girl, but is also infatuated with what he thinks is the lovely daughter of a crotchety toymaker. Swanilda, our village girl and a plucky lass, manages to discover that the lovely daughter is actually a lovely doll.
Aaron Posner loves his authors. He has since he was a kid in Eugene, Oregon, consuming every work by those writers who spoke to his particular understanding of the world.
Is dabbing the same as hot knives? And, uh, while we’re at it, what the hell is hot knives?
For her latest work, the Tacoma artist uses marijuana as more than a muse.
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled metaphors yearning to breathe free.”
Lesley Hazleton’s latest picks apart the binaries of faith, arguing that atheists and holy rollers should both just relax a little bit.
From Taiwanese rappers to boozy classical music, all the best things to do this week.
In contrast to most theater about mental illness, which capitalizes on the dramatic irony of the audience knowing more than the sick person, The Other Place’s exchanges deliberately whip by at an audience-confusing pace.
“Mr. Gyros is as amazing as the movie Transformers: Age of Extinction and I would recommend it to anyone who needs a place to eat.”
Emerald City Comicon’s corporate takeover inspired local creators to start their own Seattle-centric event as an antidote—the result is a who’s-who of the city’s booming scene.
Seventy-five years ago, the folk icon arrived in the Pacific Northwest to write songs for a progressive cause. The progress faltered, but the songs remain.
After years of writing about religion and the Middle East and abortion, what’s left for Hazleton to tackle? Well, she’s staking a spot directly in some of the most contentious territory imaginable, smack in the middle between religion and atheism.
A look back at four decades of local artists’ provincial puns, surreal strips, and feminist funnies.
A decade in, the Seattle orchestral indie outfit has gone pop. Lead singer Matt Bishop tells us why.
Using her own myths, the author fills in the gaps in the history of her hometown of Kolkata.
Pacific Northwest Ballet director Peter Boal often uses the annual “Director’s Choice” program to introduce local audiences to new works by new choreographers. But this time, with a mix of revivals and restagings, we’re getting a new view of dancemakers we’ve already seen.
The rich and the poor, the aware and the unaware, the passionate and the hypocritical—they’re all given voice in Zaher’s poems.
