Pique'n Yer Interest

A premature cheer must have risen from Canadian newsrooms last week. The B.C. Human Rights Tribunal laid down a ruling in the case of El-Masry and Habib v. Rogers Publishing and MacQueen.

It sounds childish, but I don’t really like cops. I’m not all NWA about the whole thing — even though I like that song — but, just the same, encounters with the law typically make me want to break it in very serious ways.

Amid WaMu’s collapse and Wall Street’s rejected bailout; amid the caricaturized U.S.

Since more than 5,000 people flocked to the village in 2003 to celebrate the successful bid to host the 2010 Winter Games, it feels like public enthusiasm for the Olympics has dipped from the highest highs to the lowest lows, from “we’ll show the wor

Canadians by now have thrown in the towel on Stephane Dion. For months the nebbish Liberal leader has endured a barrage of attacks on his persona, his speech, and his alleged intent to “screw everybody” with a carbon tax.

The dream begins in a meadow. There’s pollen drifting through early morning sunbeams, and all is at peace. In case there is any doubt, clouds of butterflies offer reassurance as they funnel about, conducted by earthly rhythms.

So it’s just another rainy, Thursday morning.

After a slow start to the Beijing Games — no medals in the first seven days — Canadian athletes rallied to finish with 18 medals — six more than Athens in 2004, and four more than Sydney in 2000.

When I first moved to Whistler in late April, I was excited at the prospect of seeing a bear. Being a lifelong Vancouverite, my only encounters with wildlife came at around 2 a.m.

It was a sunny day on a grassy field. There was weed and a hot girl. I was 16 and she was 17. There were classes to attend, but we didn’t care. Clearly, it was go time.