Drop the balloons, sound the trumpets. Once again, Vancouver has been anointed by the Economist magazine as one of the world’s most livable cities. We made No. 3 behind Melbourne and Vienna. No. 4 and No. 5 incidentally were Toronto and Calgary. I am guessing Vienna squeezed past Calgary based on the availability of schnitzels.
Steve Burgess is an accomplished freelance writer who lives in Vancouver. He is a two-time winner of Canadian National Magazine Awards and his book Who Killed Mom? made the 'Best of 2011' lists of both the Toronto Star and Globe and Mail newspapers.
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I was recently watching the Olympics — fencing. Specifically, it was sabre. There are three kinds of Olympic fencing — epee, foil, and sabre — as I’m sure you know. Everybody knows that.
I’m big in Japan. I only hope international stardom does not change me too much.
The Rio Olympics are almost upon us. But trouble is bobbing to the surface. For one thing, a body was recently found floating in the bay near the sailing venue. Aside from the general horror of that fact, imagine if one were to float across the finish line in the top three.
What a July. For the past couple of weeks, the phrase “breaking news” has made many of us flinch like whipped dogs. Shocks and horrors have piled up so fast that by Friday you can barely remember Tuesday’s outrage. And that was before the Republicans officially nominated Donald Trump.
Kids: The next time your parents say you can’t become a millionaire while playing polkas on the accordion, you just set them straight. Because Walter Ostanek just did.
As if dodging stray drones wasn’t problem enough, commercial pilots flying into YVR should probably watch out for sky-high house prices.
As the long-awaited Vancouver bike-share program finally prepares to roll out, a remarkable new scientific study is shedding light on the nature of the human animal.
The Game of Thrones season has ended. It’s more like the English Premier League season than the NHL, in the sense that there are no playoffs.
Remember the pot-bellied pig craze? Back in the ‘90s, a lot of people started keeping them as pets — adorable little miniature pigs. Designer pigs, really.
When I was just a toddler, our family moved to Regina. It was 1960. The kid who lived across the street would eventually become my brother’s best friend. But the first time the two boys met, they got into a fight. “Hi,” the neighbour boy introduced himself. “I’m Rick Howe.”
How did Bill Clinton become president of the United States? The 1992 election may have been decided four years earlier in 1988, when George Herbert Walker Bush was elected president. Among Bush’s most popular campaign lines: “Read my lips — no new taxes.”
For political parties, raising money is always a priority. There are different ways to do it. We’re familiar with the BC Liberal Party approach — $10,000-a- plate dinners with Premier Christy Clark, exclusive access to our provincial leader for the well-heeled.
What a pushy week we had. It started with the Toronto Blue Jays and the Texas Rangers brawling and Rangers second baseman Rougned Odor punching Jays fielder Jose Bautista in the face.
Do you have a chronic toothache? Suffering from persistent arthritic pain, an infected hangnail, or pink eye? I have just the remedy. It’s the upcoming web-based series Vancouver Million Dollar Agent, aka Gold Broker. It won’t cure your afflictions but you’ll probably forget about them for awhile.
Armageddon — it’s not something you see every day. But Fort McMurray got one — an apocalyptic firestorm that incinerated large sections of the city and clogged the highways with frightened residents leaving their settled and comfortable lives behind.
My friends, a terrible injustice has been committed. A recent ruling by the Human Rights Tribunal of Ontario has put all of our rights in jeopardy.
Poor Vancouver has been taking a kicking of late. There’s is justifiable groaning about the cost of housing. That large, blue, local tabloid recently printed an essay from a young woman who said she is leaving town for the boonies and good riddance.
The New York Times ran a story last week titled Chinese Scions’ Song: My Daddy’s Rich and My Lamborghini’s Good-Looking, all about super-rich Chinese kids in the faraway city of Vancouver, British Columbia.
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