An open letter to green apple
Listen green apple, there’s something I need to get off my chest. I’ve never liked you. I know that in my childhood I may have…
Editorial
Ah . . . alcohol
Ah . . . alcohol. The wondrous and all mighty social lubricant available at hundreds of inebriation stations in a town near you. Whether your…
Friends helping friends
Friends are a valuable resource and a lot of fun. Without them, who would help you renovate your kitchen? Who would be there to look…
Lack of aid available for young drug abusers and their families disgraceful
For most people, having a family member arrested is probably one of the most upsetting things that could happen to you. But if that family…
I will survive
You there, what are you doing? Haven’t you heard that newspapers are dead? Why are you sitting here with a piece of dead tree in…
The proper route to becoming a journalist
Some people say that in order to become a good journalist you need to go to journalism school. That journalism is an old-boys network where…
Wild Winnipeg
The snow is off the ground in Winnipeg and that can only mean one thing, mosquitos are terrorizing people everywhere — especially in my back…
The six that could have been twelve
The other night, I was drinking with my buddy Francis, and our two other friends, Rick and Cheeze. All being somewhat broke, we pooled —…
The Lost Art of Paying Attention
Being in university often means not having a life beyond yourself. As you say good riddance to mid-terms and march toward finals, free time will…
The 2010 Winter Olympics: for better, or for worse embodying the human spirit
The 2010 Vancouver Olympic Games were not yet a week old before the international media unleashed their hounds. The games and their organizing committee, VANOC,…