Pique'n Yer Interest

Back in the day - even five years ago - a TV was a thing to care for, like a car. I still have my first, it's shaped like a microwave and has a 17-inch screen but it works well and it was a big deal when I bought it.

Well, now we know why they're called parking lots - because there's Lots of Parking. At least in Whistler.

Hanukkah ended yesterday, leaving a 15-day gap in my holiday festivities until Christmas rolls around. Getting loads of extra presents is one of the benefits of being part of an extended family of mixed-worship values.

"I don't know what's scarier, the fact that zombies could rise or the fact there are actually people out there that can't wait for it to happen." - Max Brooks I've been awaiting the zombie apocalypse for a while now.

I'm old enough to remember the short-lived "rad" phase.

As the Whistler Bike Park's dun soil disappears under a better brand of powder, let's take a moment to make sure that something more important doesn't disappear quite as easily.

The Prosperity Mine was rejected last week. It was a gold-copper project by Taseko Mines Ltd. that was projected to bring hundreds of jobs to B.C.'s depressed Cariboo-Chilcotin region. It came with a major cost.

The single life in a new town can be a lonely one. I've spent some time sulking in the streets and wondering which of the faces I encounter I'll get to know one day.

The old adage that it takes money to make money proves itself once again.

A typical dinner party, the main course a delicious if sating memory. Desert bowls streaked with chocolate stand empty, wine glasses slosh ruby dregs, and espresso cups clink solemnly around the table. The conversation has been wide-ranging.