Maxed Out

Editor’s Note : This is Max’s 600 th Maxed Out column. He thinks it’s a big deal, law of round numbers or big numbers or something like that. Hell, I don’t understand him half the time either.

I love letters to the editor. I’m not entirely certain the editor loves letters to him as much as I do but, hey, it’s all part of the job.

The setting was familiar, the voice was familiar.

Orion, the hunter in Greek and Roman mythology, was a giant of a man. Of course, during the time of Orion, anything over five feet five would have been considered a giant of a man, Cyclops notwithstanding.

Orion, the hunter in Greek and Roman mythology, was a giant of a man. Of course, during the time of Orion, anything over five feet five would have been considered a giant of a man, Cyclops notwithstanding.

Life would be so much easier if we’d taken a detour a couple of million years ago and wandered down the evolutionary path followed by marsupials for just a little while. Long enough to develop a pouch instead of a paunch. But we didn’t.

Whenever someone tells me there’s a radical paradigm shift a’comin’, there is only one thing of which I am certain. T’ain’t necessarily so.

Being predominately a Whistler audience — ever optimistic, I presume an audience — you may be forgiven for not noticing the single most threatening scourge currently facing planet Earth.

After painstaking research, a pallid attempt at meditation interrupted by the incessant interplay of flies and sore knees, some enlightened conversations and what I believe is known scientifically as a wildass guess, I believe I have the answer to th

Help! I’m drowning in a sea of sustainability. I don’t know how much longer I can sustainably tread water. My head is still spinning from last week’s sustainable barrage of news, gossip, entertainment and opportunities, both grasped and missed.