Pique'n Yer Interest

My partner and I drove across the Great White North this summer. Whistler to Toronto, the long way around through Ottawa, some 5,500 kilometres.

An observant and cynical circus owner once remarked: "There's a sucker born every minute.

(Making a case for music festivals)

Some matters reach a tipping point where the outcome is inevitable, although a few stick-in-the-muds usually succeed in making those things drag on forever. Human social evolution is a slow process.

Last year I wrote a funny-ish piece in this space about what to do with the tsunami of tsunami debris expected to hit the west coast of North America in the next few months. It contained a lot of ha ha ha.

It is Monday, July 22, just before 1 p.m. and I've just read: "For live baby reaction, click here." This hyperlink can only be about one baby, of course.

I have always had a strict policy against wearing spandex or sweatpants in public. In cities, where I have lived for the last 10 years, going outside in comfortable clothes is like advertising you've given up on life. It's a slippery slope.

There's a lot of talk about diversification these days, but the recent report by the Economic Partnership Initiative (EPI) committee makes a few things pretty clear. The first is that this resort's economic activity, $1.

When summer hits in the Great White North, people's hopes ascend in step with the sun's climb to its zenith, their expectations to make the most of these few estival months rising into the stratosphere.

It's a week where temperatures in Alaska are higher than in Miami, where Singapore chokes on record smog levels, where Alberta is devastated by record flooding but B.C.