Biting the Hand that Misleads Us
Last summer, as I walked along a tidy residential street in Vancouver’s upscale Fairview Slopes, I wondered whether I had been given the wrong address. …
Posts in category Summer 1997
Back of the Rack
t seems peculiar to be in McDonald’s. How ironic to be sitting with Irshad Manji, an East African immigrant-feminist-lesbian, in a burger empire that doesn’t …
The Dying Art of Talking Crop
On the outskirts of Winnipeg, stalks of golden prarie wheat rustle in the summer breeze, and dust blows between the stubble in the fields where …
Out on a Limb
“I’m not really a magazine editor,” Stevie Cameron announces firmly over the lectern. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I have to pattern myself after …
When Homemaker’s met Sally
It’s just about 7:30 on the night before Halloween, and the 30th anniversary gala of Homemaker’s magazine (now known as HM is beginning to roll …
I’m With the Band
Last summer’s Eden MusicFest, held just northeast of Toronto, was the largest music festival in North America since the original Woodstock. It spanned three days …
Mighty Mouth
Andrew Coyne is so excited that he barely touches the brick-grilled chicken on the plate before him. When he does come up for air, he …
Daily Science Fare
Jay Ingram and I are staring at a photo of a viewer’s fanatical cat. “This cat only pays attention when I’m on the show,” he …
Show me the money
Bit. Bit. Bit. The electronic pulse fires across the matrix, sending digit after digit down the gold and copper wire, to the server’s snaking cord …
