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Remember: They Are Not Your Friends – And You Are on Duty

Remember: They Are Not Your Friends – And You Are on Duty

Posted on 21. Feb, 2010 by Kerry Banks.

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“A smile denotes warmth, openness and friendliness. Smile gently and with sincerity. But be careful not to overdo it. False . . . and never-ending smiles can invite suspicion.” Instructions from Reverend Sun Myung Moon? . . .

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An Educated Sip: Victoria’s Top Tea House

An Educated Sip: Victoria’s Top Tea House

Posted on 21. Feb, 2010 by BCAA.

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The art of bellying up to the bar takes on new meaning at the Silk Road Aromatherapy and Tea Company in Victoria’s Chinatown. Co-owners Daniela Cubelic and Nancy Larose are offering not only 100-plus leafy imported blends, a dazzling collection of tea accoutrements and green-tea spa facials, but also an in-depth education at the world’s only linger-and-learn tea bar.

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Top 5 Examples of Olympiad “But Is It Art” Art?

Top 5 Examples of Olympiad “But Is It Art” Art?

Posted on 21. Feb, 2010 by Jim Sutherland.

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One of the pleasant surprises stemming from Vancouver’s Olympics has been the aesthetic sophistication. Things didn’t look promising back in Torino in 2006, given the contrast between the Italians’ amazing . . .

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Bowen Island: One Man’s Eco-Quest

Bowen Island: One Man’s Eco-Quest

Posted on 19. Feb, 2010 by BCAA.

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How I built an eco-shed, ditched my SUV, alienated the in-laws and changed my life forever
My name is James, and I drive an SUV. It is a golden-pearl Premium Edition Lexus rx-300, with all-leather interior, genuine walnut wood dash, seven-speaker Nakamichi sound system, seat heaters, moon roof and sport racks. It is a high-riding icon of luxury, a mobile conspicuous-consumption statement, a prosperity public-address system – the sort of vehicle that valets named Chip park in front of five-star Indian fusion restaurants. Let me be clear, though, that the rx-300 is not an indication of my hard-won success as a writer. It’s a hand- me-down from my father-in-law, who offered it to my wife, Elle, and me as a gift just as our 1994 Volvo station wagon threatened to die with our two tired babies in the backseat some night on a lonely New Mexico byway well beyond the fringes of Sprint-Verizon’s digital safety net.

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