Love them or hate them, there was something undeniably awesome about the energy the games brought to Vancouver. Be it through political protest or exuberant celebration, communities were galvanized and Vancouver’s many social silos crumbled in the wild 17-day melee of sport, art and culture. And beer. Enormous issues aside, the games quickly became one big party.

It wasn’t the most enchanted of meetings: our first night in Zihuatanejo, Mexico, my travelling companions and I were spotted by the bartender at a corner bar and ceremoniously greeted with a loud, “HEY, GIRLS!”
Nonetheless, we had ventured into town from my parents’ upscale hotel on the hill, and anything looked better than the over-priced, [...]

Thanks mostly to dumb luck, I have become responsible for the publicity of an art project called the Mondo Spider, made by a foundation called eatART, during a sporting event called the Olympics. The Mondo Spider is a giant (8×8-foot) steel robot spider. It’s currently being upgraded to electric power, making it the world’s first zero-emissions walking [...]