Hardly. The rezone is nixed, but theres fallout ahead.
Best Clotheshorses
DO YOU SMELL fascism in the air? A little whiff of the Wehrmacht? A friend recently suggested that my head…
The story of a big 2003 storm and a close call on Puget Sound.
Shed your skin and your inhibitions at Olympus Women’s Health Club, where cleanliness is next to godliness.
The authentic appeal of bars with a gift for being themselves.
“Mixing up Turks and Greeks generally goes over about as well as mixing up Hatfields and McCoys. . . . “
Chronic neglect and abuse of the mentally ill continues at Western State Hospital.
Less to Read, More to See A sampling of this year’s best photo books shows how a great picture is…
I e-mailed you a few years back and said that I was a virgin who was wondering if my spiritual…
Last week, a new billboard went up across the street from the Washington State Convention Center. On it, our good…
Nick Licata becomes the new Seattle City Council president, and six female finalists for a vacant seat are picked.
Cancer (June 21–July 22) Some people find the raucous rambunctiousness of children noisy and intrusive, but that’s rarely the case…
Time to stop second-guessing the monorail.
Arts & Entertainment
Hint: Rumsfeld speaks Fantasy Rumsfeldian.
“So now I’m told that while my illness was recently described as terminal, I can, perhaps, be saved. . . . I’m left with one of those too-simple questions: How much is the extension of a life worth? The answer, we learn from childhood: It depends. It depends on who I am. It depends on the accidental geography of my birth. It depends on how much wealth I have accumulated, how many friends I have, who they are. It depends a lot on dumb luck. . . .”
—”On Being Terminally Ill,” from Typing Love Letters to Create Time, a book I self-published in April 1991
What’s on your pet’s wish list?
I had a terrifying dream the other night: A great, unseen power operated an amusement park. Those who followed instructions…
How the candidates get to work
