Canadian long-track speedskater Clara Hughes is donating her $10,000 bronze-medal bonus to the Take A Hike Foundation.
The program provides adventure-based learning for at-risk kids on Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside.
This just in: Clara Hughes sort of fucking rules. A lot.
At the press conference where she announced this, she also smiled the whole time, teared up a little, discussed how sports saved her from being a wayward youth, towered over Gary Lunn, and was visibly shocked when Gordo gave her tickets to the gold medal women’s game. She’s the only Olympian to have medals from both summer and winter sports and seriously, “sort of” doesn’t begin to cover it.
“Being a love letter to The Wrens and their 2003 album, The Meadowlands. Composed of an improbable combination of gushing prose, digital audio recordings, live and promotional music videos, a handful of amusing quotations, an anecdote involving the rock band, “Creed,” one grudging acknowledgment of a web property that rhymes with, “witch dork,” plus a sampling of band photographs, curated from the modest portfolio of your author. Who is a fan.”—
“Actually, love takes the other lead here. As Newsom, the passenger, and her new partner, the driver, head toward a gig through what seems to be a treacherous mountain pass, she confesses that she’s committing: “I fell for you, honey, easy as falling asleep,” she sings when she knows they’re safe, her voice more tempered and casual than it’s often been.”—
Chad brought by a litre of the IPA he’d brewed in return for a review. So here’s me getting my Beer Advocate on:
Glassware: a Ubyssey 90th Anniversary Glass, somewhere between a pint glass and a weizen glass.
Appearance: on the dark side of caramel, small bubbles and a fairly foamy head that subsides to a pale-cream lace.
Smell: fairly hoppy on the nose, not aggressively resinous but with a promise of bite.
Taste: substantially less forward than imagined, with a strong note of grapefruit giving way to toasted malts and a pleasantly bitter finish.
Mouthfeel: reminiscent of the Rogue Imperial Pilsner (which was light but dense with flavor), it’s a little waterier than other IPAs (and the DFH60 which Chad was aiming for?) but in a way that is actually quite nice.
Drinkability: this is a beer that stands up to being appreciated but also can serve as a session or a party beer. I want to try this with wings or something deep-fried that probably shouldn’t be deep-fried.
In short: this is pretty awesome; I don’t know why Chad spent so much time explaining all the things that went wrong in the brewing process because what’s in the glass is evidence that a whole lot more went right.
“My feeling is that every camera is different and that the beauty and magic of photography is that the camera sees the world differently than our eyes can. Each particular camera and lens — from medium format to plastic cameras to digital — has its own particular character and feel. I never remove lens flare or employ software that corrects for a lens’s vignetting. I don’t view those as artifacts, but as part of the essence and character of the tools that we use.”—Damon Winters, in Shoptalk: Vignettes
“Your question presumes a reality so distant from the experience that any questions about process are meaningless—but perfectly reasonable. The problem is that you’re asking a guy who didn’t think of any individual strip or story line longer than it takes to read this sentence. I drew in a manic, sweat-flinging state of deadline panic EVERY week. Not most weeks. EVERY week. For ten years. I drew what occurred to me as I stared at the same blank strips I’d been watching for six days, and only because the plane that would deliver them to my syndicate editor was due to take off at 5:30 AM, about seven hours from that moment.”—BERKELEY BREATHED interviewed at Vice