Dining etiquette is rewritten at the Boulder Blind Café to include one unspoken rule: Utensils are unnecessary when eating in darkness.

GQ Magazine has challenged Boulder to step up its style when ranking the city as number 40 on its list of the 40 Worst-Dressed Cities in America. Many local residents disagree, instead politely telling GQ and New York City where they can put their fashion advice.

In many ways, Rosh Rocheleau’s life evokes a Kerouac sense of wander. While touring as a musician in Iceland, Rocheleau literally stumbled into a darkened café and found himself enlightened. “The waiters were blind, and they sent me in with a cane just by myself,” Rocheleau says. “I had to find my way in the pitch dark. "

Everyone has a story — an inkling of a narrative that starts from a life experience, or an idea that has rooted in the imagination. The Boulder Writing Studio is the first local organization devoted to teaching the mechanics of storytelling in a community setting.

The quest for equal social and legal representation has traveled from church to courtroom and everywhere in between — but in many ways, inclusion for the LGBTQ community begins and ends with the language we use to concoct social meaning.

The Maxwell Fire in Lefthand Canyon has been 25 percent contained after high humidity helped hinder the fire’s growth, according to Boulder Office of Emergency Management officials.

For 35 years, Philip Sneed has been hearing that the theater is dying as quickly as its gray-haired audience.

'We've known for about five years or so that a new form of nightlife, or a new form of entertainment, in Boulder could be well received,' says Matt Rushing, a CU alum and Denver local. 'So we had the idea of opening a comedy club in Boulder for a few years now.'

Tea can be more than just a beverage or a business. For some people it’s a tradition, a ceremony and representation of a lifelong dedication to the social promotion of wellness.

Looking upon the stage from the top of Red Rocks Amphitheater, I saw a rock band decked to the nines in flared pants, tie-dye and bandanas. I heard what I presumed to be an adult opening act covering classic rock favorites — it wasn’t until I reached the front row that I realized the person clad in an elaborate glam-rock outfit was Ethan, a tyke from Boulder, who tore up the mic with a swagger expected of someone who has reached double digits.