Less to Read, More to See A sampling of this year’s best photo books shows how a great picture is…
One of the best (and most inexpensive) joy rides in town is zipping seven minutes across the water on the…
I e-mailed you a few years back and said that I was a virgin who was wondering if my spiritual…
Like the current French shocker Irr鶥rsible, Sam Peckinpah’s 1971 shocker turns on an ugly rape that leads to even uglier…
Last week, a new billboard went up across the street from the Washington State Convention Center. On it, our good…
Jazz fans almost can’t help but get starry-eyed when they walk into Georgetown’s premier jazz club, the earnestly named About…
DJ /rupture splices the world together on his turntables.
A posthumous book unearths the early works of Richard Brautigan.
Robin Williams goes to heaven, while the movie goes straight to hell.
Readers respond to our love letter to ‘beetza.’
Lectures and Events WALKING TOUR: SKYSCRAPERS The Seattle Architectural Foundation explores the history and symbolism of Seattle’s skyline, including two…
From chic to passé and (nearly) back again.
Vegetarians beware at Redmond’s classy new hotel eatery.
Arts & Entertainment
“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
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The city says it will oppose renewal of the historic Blue Moon’s state liquor license.
This week’s adventure, like so many others, begins with the ramblings of a drunk. A couple weekends ago, I made…
FRESH HERBS Founding chef Chris Hunter left Madrona’s classy little neighborhood restaurant Supreme the last day of June, and Matthew…
