Maxed Out

Enough already. I’m tired of being preached to about climate change, global warming, thinning ozone, and living a sustainable life. It’s a scam. A scam and a fraud. There is no global warming. Climate change is just a myth.

The start-stop ski season cycle, the rhythm of our lives, seems as predictable as the start-stop cycle on Symphony chair proved to be unpredictable.

Most of what I know about prejudice — name your own favourite variety — I learned at home… at a fairly young age.

For the twelfth time in as many years, Whistler, that most improbable of ski resorts, thumbs its nose at tradition and refuses to melt away silently… at least for another 10 days.

“See you in Vancouver,” I scream into the phone to my friend. I’m on the Sea to Sky Highway, on the road to Vancouver, driven by dreams to celebrate the impossible.

Misadventure and cross-country skiing seem to be closely linked concepts in my experience. I think it may have something to do with owning ankles that require stiff, downhill ski boots to keep from folding up like a cheap hide-a-bed.

Though sounding vaguely Old Testament, this nugget of human wisdom does not, as I initially thought, date back to a time in the third grade when I watched a guy I didn’t know at all whip the snot out of a bully I did know and considered, if not an en

I would just like to make one thing perfectly clear from the outset.

This is a story about Brian and Kevin. I’ve never met Brian or Kevin and only spoken to them briefly but they pretty much bookend modern corporate life.

There probably isn’t a premier in all of Canada happier than our very own Gordon Campbell that the wonders of technology have allowed us to teleconference without ever leaving the comfort and security of our offices.