2010 Olympics

Martinis? Yawn. Today’s hipster is on to the briny delights of pickle shots and dill-sicles.

I’m standing in swag epicentre of the 2010 Olympics, or, as it’s also known—the Bay’s “gift” suite located in the penthouse of the Loden, a luxe boutique hotel discretely off the downtown beaten track. The room is bright and airy, filled with neatly ordered racks of the Bay’s official 2010 Olympic branded gear. The scarce red mittens that have become a cult item are piled in a wicker basket. A PR person politely asks if I’d like a pair. “No, thanks,” I tell him. It’s a rule (often broken) that journalists never accept gifts.

At this point, attacking the university seems counter productive

With a year to go before the Winter Games, our luge team is long on promise but short on cash

Vancouver gets the Olympics; the rest of us get their rising cost

Things we suspected but hoped weren’t true … it strikes me as a very bad sign when an auditor general throws up his hands in resignation, so convinced is he that the data is compromised, so sure is he that it won’t support a meaningful report.