There is a new force invading the hallowed churches of our city, filling them from knave to narthex. It crashes over pews, scattering bibles left and right and spews from guitar, pipe organ and bass. Beware when it breaks from the house of the Lord into the light of the city, creating a City of Noise.

The newest creation of Calgary's own Summerlad take over the pulpit at One Yellow Rabbit's High Performance Rodeo this year with a dash of art and a punk.

For the amount of energy required to run a standard blowdryer, the University of Calgary solar car team is hoping to power their vehicle along the 4,000 km route in this years' North American Solar Challenge. The project is a first for the U of C.

In response to the $2 million in quality money the Students' Union could receive from University of Calgary Administration, there will be a plebiscite question in the upcoming SU General Election asking students where they feel the money should go.

"We're trying to gauge students' interests," said SU President Bryan West. "I hope students' take the plebiscite seriously--it's going to be used seriously."

There exists a homosexual conspiracy. When family value fundamentalists, WWJD silk ties drenched in the spittle of the righteous, screeched about the gay agenda, who knew they'd be so right? The only problem is, they've been looking in the wrong direction.

Remember that girl in high school with the jet black hair, the Black Flag T-shirt and the worn out Chuck Taylor's? Maybe she quietly worked in the library and read Maximumrocknroll and Hunter S. Thompson? If your fantasy girl ever fit this description, chances are the Suicide Girls have recruited her.

Ignore the lame rhyme at the end of Assault on Precinct 13: "Wow, what an ending!" It's an ill fitting description for Jean-François Richet's film, only the beginning of which has anything going for it.

Wherein noted word fandangalizer Magnus Fizzleworth and his Distinguished contemporary Professor Phillius P. Trundlebottom disclose with indomitable retrospective enthusiasm the Wonders of this year of our Lord Eighteen Hundred and Fifty Four.

Best Canal

The entire hotel creaks, foundation vaporized by whizzing bullets. Four of its occupants leap a stairwell as malicious metal monsters explode drywall and wooden studs. Dust and splinters shower the men as they slide around a corner into the gaping doorway leading out into the street. They can make out the vague silhouettes of friendly Armored Personnel Carriers in the distance. Air is hot and dirty, rasping against their throats. The foliage behind the hotel rustles a warning as the death-dealers push through.

Towering stilt walkers and thirteen foot beasts lumber through Bankers Hall behind a procession of dancing lanterns. Imps from the Czech Republic soar through the Epcor Centre, while John Cusak's puppet from Being John Malkovich twists free of his bounds in his display case at the Stride Gallery.

Life sucks and then you die. A philosophy adopted as a mantra in our time. The linear philosophy of birth, life, then death being the be-all-end-all contradicts Santee Smith's dance performance Kaha:wi. Her focus on the cyclical perspective of life comes from her Iroquian roots and allows for a refreshing new look at life, death, birth and love.