Climate Change in the Northwest And Beyond: Move your oyster farm to Hawaii to avoid ocean acidification in local waters? Nope, there's increasing ocean acidification there too! That's why they call it "global warming." You can run but you can't hide.
Not To Worry: Governor Jay Inslee says he'd like to see the state adopt California's low-carbon fuel standards. Baby steps!
Union Incumbents Keep Their Posts: In the case of the Seattle teachers' union, President Jonathan Knapp survived a challenge by just 45 votes, with strong turnout from its members. For local reform-minded Boeing machinists, the results are less encouraging. Just six percent of union members voted, and they preferred the incumbent—who accepted Boeing's cuts to their pensions last fall—by a factor of two-to-one.
European Billionaire's $160 Million "Superyacht" Docks In Lake Union: Attention, Occupy Seattle! The Seattle Times describes its owner, Ernesto Bertarelli, as "a Swiss/Italian pharmaceutical entrepreneur who inherited the biotech company Serono after his father’s death in 1998." So he inherited his daddy's company, but he's an entrepreneur! What sort of pollution do you think his boat spews?
CenturyLink "Tacks On" Annoying, Confusing Fees: NBC's "Gotcha Capitalism" series—is there another version of capitalism out there?—takes a close look at the company's "Internet Cost Recovery Fees."
Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, the accused Boston Marathon bomber, repeatedly requested a lawyer and complained of his deteriorating medical condition while he recovered from gunshot wounds to his head, face, throat, and jaw in the hours and days after his arrest in Watertown. Yet he was continuously interrogated by FBI agents who told him he needed to answer questions to ensure that there was no longer a public safety threat, his lawyers say in court filings Wednesday.
Journalists Are Old White Cowards: It's a VICE headline, but in this case, it's accurate. Journalists are older, whiter, and more timid than any time in the previous few decades, according to a new survey.
Michael Jackson wrote this song in 1983 and producer Timbaland brings it to life pitch-perfectly. I've had this on repeat all week: