By Cheri Hanson
It’s 7:30 a.m. and Evan Solomon can’t believe I’m awake, let alone conducting an interview. In his words, it’s either impressive or sad. I understand this is not a normal hour for me, but it’s two hours later in Toronto, and he still doesn’t sound too chipper. But before you peg him as a lazy… Continue reading Evan Solomon… Media Prodigy
By Cheri Hanson
Bad teeth, bad hair, bad clothes. Despite these faults, the new Austin Powers cd still has it. Providing a grand backdrop to the movie, The Spy Who Shagged Me’s strength lies in diversity of artists and songs. The list ranges from classics like The Who’s “My Generation (Live from the BBC)” to redone classics like… Continue reading Oh Yeah!
By Cheri Hanson
I’m sick of hearing about the evils of TV. When people say they never watch TV, it’s always with an air of superiority that implies their precious intellect would be tarnished by contact with that wonder of tubes, wires and satellite dishes. Well, I like to assume that people aren’t stupid. It’s wonderful to read,… Continue reading Oh yeah?
Alright, it’s almost 10 p.m. and I’m going into final hours of the final paper of my Gauntlet editorial career. I expected this last issue to be so hard. Instead, it’s been more like my Gauntlet wake, bordering on the surreal. Past editors and close friends have sent presents and cards, my family even sent… Continue reading Dead Anne Walking