Pique'n Yer Interest

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.

The clock is ticking on B.C.'s local governments. We have but 13 months before we vote on a new mayor and council, so it's not too early to speculate. And what a term it has been for our local lawmakers.

When council voted against rezoning a parcel of land 150 metres from where the asphalt plant currently sits - which would have made the plant more or less permanent in that location- the crowd went wild.

About a month ago I read a piece that made me very glad I hadn't written it. Titled "Return to No Fun City," it was published on the Walrus 's website in its blog section.

It ended like this: I was down on my knees by the door, tying my shoes and concentrated on them. She was leaning against a doorframe to the next room, arms folded across her chest. I was avoiding her gaze. It was easier that way.

"Twas da nite B4 Xmas" And all through the streets Everybody was texting And checking their tweets. The stockings weren't hung But the LED lights glowed bright And we knew if St. Nick showed up He'd think our display was tight.