I have a friend who’s decided to unplug herself. No, not suicide. She is disconnecting from her television, radio and the Internet.
As a pastime it is physically exhausting, mind-numbingly repetitive, potentially limb-threatening and eco-ethically tainted.
Arthur Black takes the side of the cartoon nudists in the battle in the woods
“Travellers checking into local hotels may be doing so without so much as a ‘hello’ to a human being next year, according to hoteliers.”
Sales are down, but there doesn’t seem to be much risk for the future of jeans
The toxic ripples from a cowardly gaggle of marauding jackals
Obi Canuel wears a colander and he’s vexed that the ICBC won’t let him pose for his driver’s licence photograph while so adorned.
In light of the Franklin Expedition, Sir Thomas Pert could be Canada’s unsung hero
I don’t know how this age we’re living through will ultimately be designated — I would nominate The Age of Insulation.
Of all the creepy things I know about Kim Kardashian (and they are legion) the creepiest is that she has fans.
Long story short: the Danes loved Canadians. Hated the Canadian car culture.
I said it and I’m glad I said it. I do not golf, have never golfed, and, barring a brain transplant, never will.
Arthur Black reminisces about train trips, good, bad and cramped
Arthur Black’s take on the differences between Canadians and our American counterparts
Got the time? Arthur Black watches the history of time keepers
In the beginning there was the straight razor. A single blade of finely honed steel.
It’s hardly news that, every once in a while, substantial segments of the human race go bat-poop crazy.
What is the proper response to someone who comes up, extends a hand in greeting and says, “Pleased to meet you. My name is Cheese.”
Columnist Arthur Black laments the lost art of the great political oratory of decades past
Spacecraft mirrors the struggles of Canada's early pioneers
