Real life and movie fantasies blur together in 1969 Paris.
“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.
New York indie rockers Versus have just released a new four-song EP (on Merge) entitled Shangri-La. In addition to the…
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…
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.
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…
