'Tis the Season: Remember to give to our Holiday Charity Challenge!

"2014 Is Going to Be the Year of $15 an Hour in Seattle" Kshama Sawant calls a press conference and launches a website.

They'll Help People When They're Damn Good and Ready: Why isn't the city council helping homeowners?

A Week of Art Heists: A truck full of Whiting Tennis paintings was stolen this week. Jen Graves talked to Whiting Tennis about the theft and she also took issue with the language the local media uses to describe art heists. In other stolen-art news, Stranger Genius Rodrigo Valenzuela's equipment, footage, and papers were stolen in Costa Rica.

Ken Hutcherson: The senior pastor at Antioch Bible Church died this week. Eli Sanders shared a gift he received from Hutch.

SALAD SALAD SALAD: Seattle Men's Chorus is sticking with a sign language interpreter that Seattle's deaf community calls "unqualified."

In Praise of the Post-It: Brendan Kiley has a message for tech support people: Who's paranoid now, motherfuckers?

A Good Poet Left Us: Beloved Seattle poet Kim-An Lieberman passed away.

Dead-Tree Media Praises Dead-Tree Media: The Nation called The Stranger "The Most Valuable Newspaper." Aw, shucks, guys.

Selling Grey Gardens: Buy some Little Edie Memorabilia for Christmas and help Walter Newkirk pay some health care-related expenses.

Time to Bake: You still have time to make Ma Savage's Christmas snowballs before Christmas. Two out of two Savages with Slog-posting privileges love them!

It's the Little Things That Make a City: Some of my favorite Slog posts are the ones that are just little thoughts about day-to-day life in Seattle. Jen Graves put up two great little slice-of-life posts this week, about car horns and about a raspberry almond scone she enjoyed.

Aloha, Friends: We welcomed new Suggests editor Krishanu Ray to Slog this week. He's going to be a great addition to Slog. Unfortunately, we also said goodbye to Cienna Madrid. Cienna sat at the desk across from me for four years. She would sometimes sneak up behind me and hug me for an uncomfortable amount of time while I was trying to work. She loves to get drunk and embarrass me at parties. On the other hand, she let me pile uncomfortably high stacks of terrible books on her desk, and she also let me wipe my Romney-cootie-infested hand on her head after I shook Mitt Romney's hand in Bellevue. I'll miss having Cienna around on a daily basis, but I'm so excited for the day when she publishes her first book. Hopefully, it'll be good, because things will get awkward if I have to write a negative review of it in The Stranger. Either way, I'm looking forward to embarrassing the hell out of her at her book launch party.