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Where did my attention span go?

My overall mental health got a boost recently while I was on vacation. I moved, which meant that for six days, I had neither cable television nor Internet or email access of any kind.

Church presence good for downtown

To the editor: Re: "Church's beliefs worse than loss of theatre space," May 31.

Olson preaching to the converted

To the editor: Re: "God's grace not in the details of catastrophe," June 21. As someone who expresses the opinion that God is irrelevant in this modern post-Christian world, Mr.

Strathcona hardly poor

To the editor: Re: "Neighbourhood at a glance - Strathcona," June 21. I found it mildly amusing reading your article on Strathcona and its long and rich history of grinding poverty.

Gilliam's Brazil anticipated today's surveillance state

Terry Gilliams 1985 tragicomedy Brazil begins with a houseflys misadventure. After an annoyed civil servant flattens the insect, it falls into a teletype machine cranking out a list of terror suspects. The name Tuttle is misprinted as Buttle.

Ticketing jaywalkers not about safety

To the editor: Re: "City installs mid-block crosswalk on East Hastings," June 21.

Rants: Library etiquette and movie hogs

To my fellow seniors who read newspapers in the Joe Fortes Library: 1) Do not take one of each newspaper and pile them up on your lap its selfish and deprives others of their daily fix of news. 2)The library is not your house.

Lessons from the B.C. provincial election

The New Democratic Party provincial council met in Vancouver last week to conduct a grim post-mortem, looking for cause of death of their election hopes. Theres been five weeks of media analysis, so they have a lot to wade through.

Where did my attention span go?

My overall mental health got a boost recently while I was on vacation. I moved, which meant that for six days, I had neither cable television nor Internet or email access of any kind.

God's grace not in the details of catastrophe

Every once and a while some media item will burrow its way, insect-like, into my brainpan and set up such an unholy buzz it can only be exorcised through writing. This is one of those times.
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