It’s a big weekend for the smug and
self-congratulatory. Saturday is Record Store Day, a celebration of
crass consumerism and the fetishization of impractical and outdated
technology. Sunday i
Want to befriend an ape? Learn to speak his language.
Apes seem like hairier versions of
ourselves—playful, inquisitive and quick to throw feces when angered.
For decades, we’ve been dressing them as bellhops, teaching them to ride
There is a war on Easter. Sure, I could try to sugarcoat
it—to disguise the truth in shiny tinfoil—but the truth is that Obama
and his fellow socialists want everyone to think this is a holida
Is Vancouver ready for Gender-Neutral Bathroom Week?
If Ally McBeal taught us anything, it’s that unisex
public restrooms would not lead to total social degradation, but rather
to zany plot twists and dance numbers. Yet for all of our societal
Forget mud, vegetable oil and Jell-O. In Pittsburgh, the ladies wrestle in pudding.
Ashley Ryon, the woman who invented the sport, is hoping her particular brand of custard-based chaos will take off
Garrison Keillor was put on Earth to do
one thing: tell stories. This Thursday, you have the chance to watch him
hone his transfixing craft in Portland, without even having to sit
through his du
White-knuckled, white-haired shuffleboard at Havana West.
Shuffleboard makes for strange bedfellows. Tonight my
teammate—drawn at random—is Don, a white-haired old-timer with a sunny
disposition helped by a decent Pabst buzz. As this is my first
U.S. pinball’s top two players face off in Portland.
One might assume when the United States’ first- and
second-ranked pinball pros hit the same tournament, it’s all strobe
lights and smoke machines and Zoolander-esque ego. Not so, says Seattle