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Dateline: Debris

Dateline: Debris

In The Wabi-sabi House , author Robyn Griggs Lawrence probes the essence of this Japanese philosophy-art: finding beauty in imperfection and nature's cyclical march of growth, decay and death.
B.C. cities pay top officials more than White House does

B.C. cities pay top officials more than White House does

Why be Obama's chief of staff when you can make far more managing White Rock?
Free concerts full of holes

Free concerts full of holes

In August 2008, about 15,000 people stood in the pouring rain to watch Radiohead perform at Thunderbird Stadium in Vancouver. It was unrelenting Vancouver rain and soaked just about everyone I knew in attendance down to the bone.
College try

College try

To borrow a phrase from the movie Animal House , "Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life, son." That may be so, but once upon a time it was a great way to get through college. I had an awesome, if not particularly enlightening, time.
The Age of Infocide

The Age of Infocide

A shocking 43 per cent of the recently passed "budget bill," C-38, was dedicated to gutting this country's environmental protection laws and legislating procedural hurdles that will ensure any dissent is further silenced in the future.
Parliament's bad Act

Parliament's bad Act

Bill C-38 will impact us for years to come
Seeking the elusive real news

Seeking the elusive real news

News reporting isn't an anonymous activity
The shape we're in

The shape we're in

Before you read this column, you should read Peter Alder's letter to the editor in this week's issue. Then go back a few weeks to our May 24 issue and read a letter by Charles Leduc on the state of the Whistler Disk Golf Course.
I'm Rich, Bitch!

I'm Rich, Bitch!

I have an unusual problem: I'm dirty stinkin' rich. That's right.
See a bear by the highway? Keep driving

See a bear by the highway? Keep driving

It was a lovely evening drive on the highway. Traffic was sparse, weather conditions were dry and bright, the best possible CD was filling up the Yaris with music, a long weekend was still ahead, and I was heading south.