Pique'n Yer Interest

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.

In a previous life I was a climber in Britain — on the weekends, of course. Nothing serious, nothing involving sponsors, my vertigo would never allow for that sort of thing.

During an interview recently a source asked me where I was from. "I grew up in northern Alberta in the middle of oil country," I told him. I could almost hear him cringe on the other end of the line. "Had to get out of there ," he said.

I love my wife. I love my daughter. I love my mom and my family and my stupid dog. Valentine's Day is a good time to express these things, and to appreciate the people and things that I love and that I sometimes take for granted.

On 12 February 2002, U.S. Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld made this widely cited observation: "As we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know.

In September 2008, I found myself in the town of Winchester in Hampshire for a work meeting at a magazine where I freelanced.