I have family in BC.

It can't really be this good, surely? xitter.cf/TNorrisBC/status/21140…

vibe coded my first tv launcher. what a time to be alive

No exaggeration, this guy might be the best interview in pro sports right now

Let’s go!

Some bizarre commentary on here about the Yorkshire Wildlife Park tragedy. When on a mountain gorilla expedition in Rwanda years ago, a fellow guest asked the guides why they carried rifles. Was that to shoot a gorilla who tried to attack a human, they wanted to know (1/2)

This is pretty shocking. I'm not sure what's worse - the secret letter, the fact he tried to deny it, or the reality that this would mean skyrocketing car insurance rates for people.

We shipped four things that were deemed good to great and some math proofs, but the vote is clear and the community demands a reset. I did calibrate it and it *seems* that the game is rigged in reset's favor, but such are the rules at the moment. Therefore ... the reset has been processed. Enjoy!

Steve Galloway and I did our undergrad together at UBC CRWR. We met thirty years ago last month. There was a little scene in Vancouver in the late 90s. Writing, film, and theatre kids at the university. There were students from Emily Carr and some music and acting talent. A few of us aspiring writers started going to the Pendulum at UBC SUB on Wednesday nights after our Stage-play workshop, and as the costs got high, moved to living rooms off campus. We held the first few extemporaneous writers group workshops in a rental where three of us from the program lived. We drank beer and read experimental fiction headed for George McWhirter's class, and we played a writing game we called the Cereal Novel: a chapter-a-week challenge passed off from one to the next by pulling names from a hat. We got stoned and talked about the Hero's Journey and the arc of the Star Wars franchise. We pretended to understand Jungian Archetypes, and mused over Kerouac, Kesey, psychedelia before the revival and Buddhist enlightenment. We debated the nature of art itself after mushroom tea on awe-filled walks on the beaches of English Bay. We ended up calling it a writers group and did spoken-word performances at the old Railway Club, and at places on Commercial drive, and at the Other Art Cafe. On the last day before Christmas vacation in 1996, after a department party if I remember, we gathered on the north side of Main Library and did our Christmas readings under light snowfall. When I read that those writers nights had continued on for almost two decades and that Steve was facing allegations for his involvement in them as a prof I was stunned. In one way I was stunned that those nights had carried on and Steve was still at the center of them, and in another that someone had taken his participation and twisted it into smears to destroy his career. He was what kept that crazy idea alive from its genesis. Michael Buble came to the last event I organized for the group before I moved to Ottawa in 1998 and became a dad. He and I worked at the climbing gym together. Decked in a red velvet suit he gave us one song acapella before running off to his gig for the night, leaving us with a jazz trio and list of aspiring poets. One of us from that group, Clint Hocking make a wild assertion that he was going to work for George Lucas one day. He went on to become a lead designer in the Counter-Strike franchise and did a stint at Lucas Arts. Another went on to be the editor of Japan's largest english music magazine. I was the guy always trying to tax-deduct my drinks and my litmag subscriptions possessed by an impulse to connect people and build networks. I became a writer of boring but very profitable reports in the money business and still dabble in community organizing and nudging people. And then there was Steve. Uncontrollable laughter around him was predictable. He was the darling of the department in those days for good reason. A great Canadian writer raised on Saturday Night Hockey and CBC. I was so proud of him, and us, when I heard him on the national airwaves in the spring of 2003 talking about his new book, nodding to the growing scene in Vancouver. Years later, when the allegations emerged, a few of us from the original group got together online. Baffled. We knew him living with his girlfriend back in the day, and my recollection is that he was warm, loving, and affectionate with her. Simply inconceivable to us that he could or would abuse power like he was accused of. I still love a great piece of writing. The kind that hits hard, evokes rich images or even gives you the chills. If I haven't worn you out so far, @bradcran gives an excellent account of the ordeal Steve has endured. This Quillette piece is worth it.