Pique'n Yer Interest

Sadly, one of the greatest festivals the Sea to Sky has ever known is coming to an end this weekend with one final, massive blow out. Goodbye, Two Acre Shaker. I'll miss you dearly.

As a kid, I was obsessed with the U.S.A.

Midsummer is already being steamrolled into late summer. Silly season is upon us — a.k.a. August — usually a time of fun for us in a newsroom while we wait for the "serious stuff" to restart in the fall.

Picking just a few highlights from the Pemberton Music Festival is tough, and with so many things to take in over the weekend, it's likely that no two festival-goers would have the same list of favourites.

The list of athletes who've earned millions in mega contracts and endorsement deals only to wind up in financial ruin is about as long as one of Allen Iverson's oversized t-shirts.

My name is Braden and I'm from Saskatchewan. Nice to meet you. How are... things? I'm sorry, it's just such an odd thing, to write about yourself.

It now appears "highly, highly likely" that the disappearance of Malaysian Airlines flight 370 over the Indian Ocean last March was due to a catastrophic drop in air pressure, leading to oxygen starvation and loss of consciousness for all on board.

I loves me a good art gallery. As the mythologist Joseph Campbell once wrote: "Artists provide the contemporary metaphors that allow us to realize the transcendent, infinite, and abundant nature of being as it is.

I'm not ashamed to admit I've been consumed by all things O.J. Simpson-related since an early October day in 1995, when the principal of my elementary school took to the PA system to utter two simple, yet mystifying words: "Not guilty.

If you were like most kids, you would have looked in the mirror and said "Bloody Mary" five times — or at least been too scared to try it.