This corner is an ugly one. On the more rainy days, the place is made up of nothing but odd light and cold splashes from impatient tires. Leary and 26th feels colder than other intersections around the city. The sidewalk-side of Leary Ave in Seattle is colder than any other single place. My favorite...

Harvey is an old man and got beat up a few months ago. Harvey is an old man and he probably deserved it. Harvey speaks from the gut, or some place in his self that doesn’t hang with his brain. Harvey doesn’t think about what he says before he says it. To most people in the Market, he is the...

Last year, I mentioned my Christian-dar (similar to gay-dar and black-dar) in reference to former Deadspin editor Will Leitch, who it turned out had been heavily involved in youth group.  Admittedly, this wasn’t a huge reach: Will Leitch is from rural Illinois, where Christianity is fairly common. You’ll...

If you weren’t already aware, Mark Driscoll is the pastor of one of the fastest growing, most exciting, kick-ass churches in America (Mars Hill in Seattle, not to be confused with Rob Bell’s Mars Hill outside Grand Rapids, because you should never, ever confuse the two), he’ll tell...

You’ve witnessed the scene in 24, Lost or many other nail-biter action shows:  a time-bomb is ticking down to zero; the hero or heroine must act quickly to avert mass destruction; a red wire or (wait…was it?) blue wire must be cut to avoid the apocalyptic blast of fire, concrete, and combustible...

One of my favorite sayings of all-time is “The Michael Jordan of…” I’m not sure why. Maybe because it uses my name? One things’s for sure, though…Michael Jordan was the Tiger Woods of basketball. And, apparently, the Seattle Supersonics were the Babe Ruth of Michael...