Pique'n Yer Interest

The camel is dead. Timelessly tough, endlessly enduring, its strong back was finally crushed beneath the weight of straw. One minute the camel was up, the next it was down.

I�ve been reporting for Pique for just over a year and in all that time I�ve held the same conclusion: public bodies and people in this corridor are in serious need of communications training.

Those of us in our 20s got dealt a bad hand this year. Or at least we got dealt a reality check where we were forced to understand that the economy is not our friend.

In Canada and the U.S. we have something called inheritance taxes, which can run as high as 50 per cent of the value of an estate.

At a recent Squamish council meeting, a member of the community spoke out regarding the proposed Riverstones development across the street from his property.

From the moment I first saw her sitting in that parking lot in Burnaby, I knew I wanted her. With a fierce desire. Her sleek shape exuded both elegance and charisma.

Sometimes I wish I learned karate, or some variation of the martial arts that would allow me to speak out in public without the fear of being made to scream uncle, kiss someone's shoe or whistle while my nurples are being purpled.

The death of Robert Dziekanski remains one of the great unresolved tragedies of our time.

When the dinos go on sale, you know people will do anything for money. On June 1, at around 1 p.m., ancient dinosaur skulls with eye sockets the size of dinner plates joined the list of Big Bad Things You Can Buy.

Two weeks ago Pique staffers attended a conference put on by the Canadian Association of Journalists (CAJ). It was a sparsely-attended event by national standards, owing to the sad financial state that media find themselves in today.