Seattle Weekly plays Jukebox Jury with the Minus 5.
Text is beside the point to some of the best books of 2003.
Susie Tennant has raised a delightful family concert series at EMP.
America’s sportswriters compare and contrast Seattle rain with just about everything.
As Homer Simpson once observed, apropos of the Smashing Pumpkins, “Making teenagers unhappy is like shooting fish in a barrel.”…
Moody, romantic, and labyrinthine, Fernando’s Hideaway offers authentic Spanish service and toothsome Spanish fare.
Alienation anthem returns, dour as ever.
Scholarly hero wins 1,000-year-old virgin.
You’ve got to wonder if there isn’t some hyperspecialized kind of flu ravaging the back offices of the Puget Sound…
You people do realize The End is nigh, right? Really, really nigh. All the signs are there: turbulence at the…
An Evening with Mike Daisey He may look reticent in this picture, but anyone familiar with Daisey knows the monologuist…
MODEST MOUSE, Building Nothing Out of Something (Up) After an improbable rise from a practice shed in Issaquah to a…
Is it me, or does every Seattle restaurant have the same soundtrack?
One morning back in second grade, my beloved Mrs. Phillips—who last I heard had left teaching to pursue a career…
Two shows take very different walks down memory lane.
Esperanto crossword puzzles. Use David Brewster’s original name for the paper, Seattle Fortnightly. Accept illegally harvested human kidney ads in…
What’s in, what’s fresh, what’s cooking.
Despite all the tiresome Y2K fuss, the first tune I want to play after the ball drops (assuming there’s electricity)…
The Paramount’s silent-film revival pulls out all the stops.
ON THE PLATE Through December 27 Who needs another football brunch? You do. Cutters Bayhouse is offering, among other things,…
