Dexter Thomas Jr

When LA Times GFX team made a Nintendo-themed Superbowl Simulator, they needed some appropriate music. So I wrote some. (Easter egg: try pitting the '85 Bears against each other)

One of the most brilliant, dramatic scenes in the film …never actually happened.

Baltimore residents are calling for a weekend ceasefire, in response to a skyrocketing murder rate.

Dating across cultures is hard. It’s even harder when one of you is in a coma.

Ike got into Japanese comedy completely by accident. Raised near Seattle, the Nigerian-American had always intended to go into computer science, having taught himself programming while in elementary school.

You can choose your team, and you can choose your position, but you can’t choose your race. Your character is black.

Immediately after the news broke, the phones at Option House, the only women's shelter in San Bernardino, started ringing.

Facebook never asks you about your race, but depending on what you do on the platform, it may assign you something it calls an “ethnic affinity.” Unless, of course, you're white.

A fully annotated transcript of Jesse Williams' speech.

If you’ve never heard of the fight that almost got one of Muhammad Ali’s legs amputated, it doesn’t mean that you’re a bad sports fan. It probably just means that you’re not Japanese.

If you’ve ever seen the 1968 Disney film “The Love Bug,” then you should appreciate the Steph Curry 2 Low shoes.

If you haven’t heard it yet, the “ketchup question” is a thought experiment that’s become something of a meme in some corners of the tech community.

Literally translated, it’s “God willing.” Not exactly scary, unless you harbor some deep-seated resentment toward The Clipse’s first album (in which case, we cannot be friends).

I’m getting real sick of these phone calls. When James Brown died, I went back to my apartment, took a deep breath, and called my father.

This is probably the blackest this backstage room at the Dolby Theater is going to be for a while. Granted, there are only two black people in the room — me and a 30-year-old guy named Tristan Walker.