Pique'n Yer Interest

I jump at every tickle on my skin. My scalp tingles under my hat. I have the constant feeling that something's crawling up my leg.

As I fished about for a subject to perplex readers with this week, news came that the police had pulled the body of Sunil Tripathi from a river in Providence, Rhode Island.

Like many others around the world last Monday, I was gripped by a deep sense of dread as news of the Boston Marathon bombings began to unfold.

Politicians of all stripes are universally famous for overpromising and under delivering (e.g.

Though it isn't quite over, I'm ready to allow that this has been a pretty interesting winter. "Interesting" in the pejorative sense that people increasingly use the word to describe things about which they haven't quite made up their minds.

So... a penny-less Canada.

When I moved from New York to Vancouver two summers ago for an internship at The Province I had just gotten out of a five-year relationship. He headed one way across the country and I headed the other.

I went to an interesting high school in Toronto. Per capita I'd say we had the highest ratio of slackers, as well as the easiest access to drugs and alcohol, of any high school in the city.

David Kawapit Jr. is a name that everyone who cares about this country deserves to know.

What's in a word? Well, by dint of existence, generally something. Rarely little; more often much. Especially if that word is a label.