I rediscovered a favourite journalist/writer this week, in the kind of happy happenstance that doesn’t occur for Presidents, when a rain day cut climbing short and led us to the Squamish library for an afternoon at the magazine stacks with the latest issue of Vanity Fair and a profile of Barack Obama. Prior to snagging…
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If I had no name but hands, this is how you’d know me.
These are my hands. They grip handlebars, they ferret out invasive grass in my gardenbed, they manhandle seedlings a little more roughly than is ideal, they have callouses from gripping pencils too hard, and they tend to leave dirty fingerprints on keyboards. They reach for wine or coffee reflexively before water, they clap themselves together…
The wisdom of the snaggle-tooth: Put your worst foot forward. (No one will even notice.)
I have a crooked tooth. My left lateral incisor, to be precise, is raked on an angle that makes it seem like that friend who never stands normally in photos but twists herself into some Victoria Beckham “look, my waist is only 3 inches wide!” pose. My dad once told me he found the tooth…
Will the Ohming Instinct Lead Even Yoga Slackers to Whistler for Wanderlust?
I think of myself as a yoga-slacker. Headstands intimidate me, yoga wear makes me self-conscious of how anti-fashion my sweat-drenched wife-beater tank top is, and I’m not a big fan of the full length mirror scene either. Despite this, I hope to be sitting, as lotus-like as I can, on the grass at Whistler Olympic…
The Velocity Project winds down
For the last two years, I’ve been on a mission to Slow the Fuck Down. Now, the mission is winding down. Am I cured of my squeeze-too-much-in, take-too-much-on, work-like-a-maniac ways? No. The desire to have it all and have it all now is the root cause of me being overworked, overprogrammed and overcommitted. And it’s…
In Memory of Doug Deeks
On the corner of my desk is a pile of borrowed books. I leave them there, taking up valuable real estate, to remind me to return them. Some day. Preferably soon. One, Ski Faster, by Lisa Feinboer Densmore, sits in a manilla envelope with Doug Deeks’ name pencilled on the label. I’ve been meaning to…
Riding the Digital Curve with Blake Jorgenson
When I sat down this spring for brunch with Blake Jorgenson at Alpine Café, around the corner from his office, he was about to hit the road… Sea Otter, Nepal to shoot for Red Bull on Freeride’s new mountain bike film and then on to Utah. In addition to owning a worn-out passport, I discovered…
Give Me Air – Rocking the Whistler Mountain Bike Park with the TREK Dirt Series
Last week, I took my brake-clenching, rear-wheel-skidding ways to the TREK Dirt Series’ Whistler Camp to see if I could benefit from a little mountain bike tuition. It fit with my summer resolution, to ride, as much as I write about riding. And having worked on projects for the Whistler Mountain Bike Park and Crankworx,…
Can you Pee in it? The Official R-280 Arc’teryx Harness Review
Technically, you can make yourself a harness with a piece of webbing, looping it around your waist and up between your legs like a Swami belt. This might be technically possible, (props to you, pioneers of rock, for all that you did with webbing, hemp, leather boots and cojones), but it’s aesthetically ridiculous and profoundly…
What Editors Want. (Time Machines, Genius Talent and Awesomeness.)
In Vancouver, New York and Zurich, they have Creative Mornings, a monthly breakfast lecture series for creative types who can get up early. In Whistler, we’ve got The Point. It’s a slightly less hi-fi version of the urban hipster creative klatches. But well worth putting on your radar, if only because the old Youth Hostel…
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