Back in the ring

Legend City Wrestling isn’t just some business venture for these two—they’re not even looking to quit their jobs about it. They’re taking this potentially ruinous financial risk to try and restore that mid-80s glory to pro wrestling and reestablish it as the meaningful art form—and brotherhood—they believe it to be. And they think that the history of pro wrestling being a no-go in this province is actually going to help them do it. By Sarah Smellie

Cover issue 80

Cover designed by Elling Lien, who had way too much fun with it. Click here to see a larger version. Click here to skip to the cover story.

Food for thought

Statistics Canada says it has gotten a lot more expensive to eat in this country. Food costs are seeing the most dramatic growth in 22 years. How are we faring so far? By Kerri Breen.

Inbox

Your one-sided examination of the “Newfie” condition serves little more purpose than propaganda, and it’s ignorable propaganda at that. It’s the same smarmy kitsch that several of your “celebrity” pundits have accused our tourism industry of proffering. Will the moderately intellectual ever realize that racist accusations are only adding to the joke?

Field Notes

Two first-year Ryerson students from St. John’s are about to get what some filmmakers have spent their entire careers wanting— a kick at the Cannes. By Kerri Breen.

Play-by-numbers

While by no means a poor outing, Abbott’s mini-series is very disappointing. For all the plaudits State Of Play has received, it’s just another run-of-the-mill political thriller about intrepid reporters going toe-to-toe with corrupt politicians and shifty corporate reps.

By Adam Clarke.

Chicken pakoras

I’ve been deep-frying for ages and I’ve never burnt anything, but I approach the process with reverence and awe. Never turn your back on boiling oil, and make sure no children come near the stove. Do not answer the phone, run a bath, or go outside to weed the garden while you’ve got pakoras cooking. Don’t wear long flowing sleeves, and tie your hair back, for heaven’s sake. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Brom-com

Of late, the “bro-mance” phenomenon has shambled across our cultural landscape. It’s okay for dudes to love dudes now, dude, as long as your junk doesn’t touch. Or something.

By Michael Collins

DIY surviving a hard drive crash

Have you ever flicked on your computer and had it casually ask you where your boot drive is? Do you know what a blue screen of death looks like? Do you know what a Mac with crosses for eyes looks like? Or, even worse, a flashing question mark? I don’t claim to be much of a computer expert, but I’ve seen all of those things. And I’ve seen enough.

By Elling Lien.

The final meltdown

The plane ticket has been purchased and the farewell party has already begun. After 10 years of making music in St. John’s, musician Blair Harvey is departing for the mainland on June 1st. So before he goes, he’s organized one last blitz of local shows he’s calling the Meltdown Tour.

Free Will Astrology

Taurus: Rachael Yanetta, a young English woman, got a bellyache while working her regular job at the local pub. Despite the pain, she toughed it out until her shift was over, then went home. Her distress increased, though, and at 3 a.m. she checked into the hospital. A little over an hour later, to her shock, she gave birth to her first child, having been unaware she was pregnant until the very end of her nine-month term.

Inevitable Heartbreak

Part of a larger animal-themed exhibit at the Eastern Edge, Inevitable Heartbreak is a new installation by local artist Craig Francis Power where 10 identically painted birdhouses are each fitted with a tiny video player, and 10 short animations play for your viewing pleasure.

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The Index

A handful of statistics on Newfoundland and Labrador outmigration.

Gramercy Riffs

Local heartbreak pop stars The Gramercy Riffs are releasing their second EP at The Rock House on April 25.

The trap door room

“You can go down if you like,” says Paul Bugge, General Manager of Spirit of Newfoundland Productions, nodding towards a trap door in the floor. We’re in a second-floor room of the Masonic Temple.