“I looked down the barrel of the future and saw a dark, empty hole.”
By Chris Wood Some time back a friend of mine and I were sharing a coffee in downtown Vancouver and worrying at the problem of journalism before the apocalypse. Not the Biblical one; the biological one. It’s hard to look most of the trend lines in our society, our economy, our biosphere, in the eye, and feel happy about where they point. If everything’s going to hell and no-one much is paying attention (because the mainstream media has turned itself over to celebunews), what are a couple of ink-stained wretches from the old school to do? My friend found part