Arts & Culture

For Norris, now starring in Under the Dome, this month cements his reputation post–Breaking Bad, as Season 2 of his new vehicle premieres on CBS.

“The whole downtown/midtown/uptown thing started in New York because that city is narrow and vertical,” says Matt Hale. “We’re a radial city growing out in every direction from the center, so it’s a stretch to say Indy has a midtown.”

Benanti has shared the stage with numerous Broadway stars, co-owns Kristen Chenoweth’s TV curse, and kills it on Twitter. Here she comes, Indy.

“This corner of Herron-Morton feels like Fountain Square when I opened the original Peter’s—and look what happened to that neighborhood,” says Peter George, co-owner of proposed restaurant Tinker Street.

Hunter-Reay was in the New York neighborhood of Green’s movie premiere to film an episode of The Late Show. Here’s what happened.

John Green, offbeat workouts, an international tour of Lafayette Square, and a conversation with Senator Joe Donnelly. Those features, plus a review of Fountain Square hotspot Thunderbird, a bikeshare breakdown, our columnists, and more stories and photos.

The jury’s decision stunned the sleepy town. As one Nashville denizen told IM, “Good luck finding someone who admits to knowing those two now. The entire community thinks they’re guilty as sin.”

Via @realjohngreen, “Very sad to hear of the death of Maya Angelou. She was a brilliant writer who used her platform with care and thoughtfulness. Godspeed.”

“Orangutans are so patient and clever,” says Rob Shumaker, Indy Zoo VP. “They will never stop trying to disassemble their environment.”

Of all Stephenson’s stunts last night, his most notable one was blowing into LeBron’s ear late in the game.

With John Green’s latest novel, The Fault in Our Stars, getting the Hollywood treatment, we decided to play casting director for his previous books.

@RealJohnGreen wrote the book on connecting with readers through social media. Here, a few of his most clever tweets.

Champion Ryan Hunter-Reay is now on a national tour, blitzing the media and sipping champagne with his wife—but still not milk with his young son, that’s for sure.

I raced after his golf cart, jumping through pedestrian traffic like it was a game of Frogger. I charged through the doors, but an imposing security guard turned me away as Jim entered the conference room.

Louis C.K. accomplished what the Indiana Pacers couldn’t Monday night—he got rid of LeBron James and the rest of the Miami Heat.