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Goin’ somewhere?

Goin’ somewhere?

I’m as fond as the next guy of wandering around and doing nothing. Pressed, I even imagine people drawn to aimless wandering are probably the same people who are drawn to skiing.
The dance of the nucleus accumbens and the insula

The dance of the nucleus accumbens and the insula

I haven’t been to a fortune teller since the time I let a nascent, ultimately unsuccessful, girlfriend talk me into squandering twenty bucks on one in a funky, hippie, rundown corner of San Francisco.
Maxed Out

Maxed Out

Christophe Pinquet lives in a top-floor apartment on the Champs-Élysées.
The price of progress, the value of a plan

The price of progress, the value of a plan

This weekend marks the 22 nd annual mad celebration of life in Whistler. Perhaps, more accurately, it marks the anniversary of what life in Whistler used to be when the town was a simpler place and life’s focus was, well, more focused.
This Bud’s for us

This Bud’s for us

I’ve been thinking about the Olympics ™ a lot lately. Now, to be both fair and honest, I’ve been — or, more accurately, hope to be — paid for thinking about them. But that’s not the point.
Dog days and dumps in the winter of ’07

Dog days and dumps in the winter of ’07

Zippy the Dog is in dog heaven.
...and for 20 years it’s been all downhill

...and for 20 years it’s been all downhill

Christmas just past — and let’s all be thankful it’s over — included a personal milestone, an anniversary of a life-changing event.
Leftovers served up for the New Year

Leftovers served up for the New Year

I tend not to make New Year’s resolutions. There are many more sound reasons for being a non-resolutionary than there are good reasons for starting the year by dooming yourself to failure. To begin with, the holiday falls at an unfortunate time.
Maxed Out

Maxed Out

I tend not to make New Year’s resolutions. There are many more sound reasons for being a non-resolutionary than there are good reasons for starting the year by dooming yourself to failure. To begin with, the holiday falls at an unfortunate time.
The Maxies for 2006 go to…

The Maxies for 2006 go to…

What a year it’s been, eh boys and girls? With the quite understandable annoyance of stumbling into a Conservative government, albeit of a minority persuasion, early in the year, 2006 was the kind of year that can come back and visit any time it want