In 2024, while leaving my birthday party, my sweet friend Vlora was killed in a motorcycle accident. I’d always had a severe aversion to people who ride motorcycles for this very reason. Growing up in Arizona, where state law...
Three things are certain in life: death, summer music festivals, and the absolute poetry that The Stranger’s death-themed issue is my last at this paper.
Our August issue’s feature package started with a pitch for a photo series from photographer...
Good morning! A heat advisory is still in effect today, until 10 pm Friday, and smoke from the fires in Spokane will likely linger into the weekend. A little good news on that end is that temperatures in Spokane...
ARIES (March 21-April 19): In the early days of aviation, navigation instruments were rudimentary, and the skies were often a blur of clouds, darkness, or featureless horizons. Pilots sometimes relied on a technique called “dead reckoning”: good instinct bolstered...
Not a whole lot changed after Wednesday’s relatively small ballot drop, which is typical of the first drop after election day, says King County Elections. (At the county level, only 63,000 ballots were included in today’s update.) Most of...
Gathered around a music stand serving as a podium on 10th and Pike, security staff at Neumos, Barboza, and the Runaway announced at a Wednesday afternoon rally that they have unionized as the Neumos Security Union and have filed...
To the West Seattle dad in the beanie and SUV who laid on the horn (and I mean LAID ON THE HORN, in an extended fashion) at me in the roundabout:
A couple things: First, are you okay?? That was...
Welcome back to Pop Loser! This week, I’ll share my thoughts on Ariana Grande’s new album Petal and give an Unsolved Mysteries-style update on Linda Perhacs. I’ll reveal the 1973 lyrics I want written on my tombstone.Plus, there is...
This weekend, August 7–9, the Capitol Hill Block Party will take over Pike Street with three days of more music than you can fit into your summer-drunk brain. Allow us to be your pocket-sized pal who’ll tell you where...
There’s a work of art at the Henry Art Gallery I can’t stop thinking about. It’s a sheet of plastic—thick, construction-grade—suspended from the ceiling with all the pomp of a medieval tapestry hanging at the Met. It’s clear, but...
