The Lesson of Caroline Up and down and side to side she sprints without fatigue. The match can last for hours; the Dane will scarcely shine a bead of sweat or fail to stretch and meet the ball right on the sweet spot. With those metronomic swings, Wozniacki can wear down the stalwart...
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It was a horrible week. Let’s leave it at that. Putting all sports and civic allegiances aside, our thoughts are with the people of Boston, and we hope that the city soon returns to normalcy, so that we may berate their teams with impunity, as the good Lord intended. We are honoured to be...
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Margo licked at her teeth incessantly. Though that they were her teeth was debateable. They resided in her mouth and were used to chew her food for later digestion, but they hadn’t grown naturally from her gums, their maintenance and care would be trusted to a team of technicians and she hadn’t even been...
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I WAS NOT GOING TO WRITE about the Boston Marathon. Not about the lives lost and ruined. Not about the courage of the responders. Not about the cowardice of whoever was responsible. All of that and more has become available in abundance in the hours since the bombs went off, when Bostonians along with...
Read more →Well, it’s April. You wouldn’t know that if you lived in the eastern part of Canadaland, where winter returned this morning like a drunk affair from frosh week on your doorstep with a kid. Your kid. A kid named Winter. And Winter’s a whiny, petulant, entitled brute who wants nothing more than to bleed...
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PLAYGROUNDS ARE IMPLICITLY designed to model Darwinian coliseums wherein children are to refine the practical skills of physical violence and emotional torture. Unaware of this, I was excited about my new playground in grade five because after four years of homeschooling I thought playground meant playground and I came equipped with an explicit love of...
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