Pique'n Yer Interest

While I'm not blind to Canada's many faults, past, present and probably future, I really do feel like I live in the best country in the world. That's lucky, because I don't know if I belong anywhere else.

One thing that seems to get lost in the furor over single-use plastics is that, with few exceptions, plastic is the perfect material for whichever purpose it's used for.

This year, I will be graduating from Pemberton Secondary School with a Double Dogwood Diploma. I have completed all eight years of the Late French Immersion Program, and have been fully fluent in French since Grade 9.

As an underemployed college student in my early 20s, my work life consisted primarily of a series of profoundly uninteresting retail jobs.

On Thursday , I joined a group of friends at a bar and watched a basketball game (from start to finish) for the first time in the better part of a decade. Like many, I count myself among a much-maligned contingent of sports fan: the bandwagon jumper.

The chairs have stopped spinning, the last Hawaiian-shirted, bucket-hat-wearing snowboarder has downloaded, and another ski season has come and gone. Whistler is officially in summer mode.

Mountain biking has a problem. Several problems actually, all of which stem from recent trends that could upset the delicate balance the sport's pioneers worked so hard to create.

As an expat Winnipegger, I like to think I'm adept at saving money. Not squirrelling funds away and letting them grow like a wise person would do, but when I do decide to make a purchase, you best believe I'm aiming to spend as little as possible.

I was sitting at my desk on a fall day in 2013 when a vague email popped up.

When I first learned, back in 2016, that Whistler would be launching a food-truck program of its own, I let out a small but audible gasp.