Pique'n Yer Interest

There was no warning.

On a drive into Whistler Village last week, a theory I was starting to formulate about the CBC finally gelled for me.

Coming from the heart of Double Double Country in southwestern Ontario, you can imagine my surprise upon arriving in Whistler nearly two years ago only to discover there was nary a Tim Horton's to be found.

If nothing else, The Flaming Lips are a wonderfully weird band that has spent decades rightfully earning the praise of music critics worldwide.

I'm no fair-weather hockey fan. I'll watch a good tilt no matter who is playing. That's why each spring, I greedily look forward to an almost nightly consumption of Stanley Cup Playoff games.

Even these days, it isn't often that an art gallery puts together an exhibition with the input of "civilians.

Last Thursday, a visibly shaken Douglas de Grood, a 30-year veteran of Calgary's police force, stood before a room full of reporters in the wake of the worst mass killing in the city's history.

For most nostalgic hockey fans in this country, the end of Hockey Night in Canada as we know it pulls at the heartstrings.

Near the end of March, 2013, with the cattails lying flat and brown in forlorn mats, a handful of folks huddled on a boardwalk that zigzags into Cootes Paradise Marsh and trained their spotting scopes on the bald eagle nest crowning a sturdy white pi

BC Culture Days is six months away, but the province-wide festival of the arts and creative professions is already looking for participants. Early registration has opened for the festival, which runs this year from Sept. 26 to 28.