Pique'n Yer Interest

"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.

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.