Profile of Russell Wangersky

Russell Wangersky is TC Media’s Atlantic Regional columnist. He can be reached at russell.wangersky@tc.tc. His column appears on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays in Transcontinental’s daily papers.

All articles of Russell Wangersky

  • A piece of the action

    You could call it the new math. Or you could call it class-action math. Or you could just scratch your head and wonder about where the path were ...

  • The tyranny of technology

    We have to fill in this wretched form now. - Mr. Justice Collins of the High Court of Justice, Queen's Bench Division, Royal Courts of Justice, ...

  • Proverbs for any occasion

    Earlier this week, I was doing research for an editorial on the ever-worsening world of incivility (and lack of humour) in e-mail communication, ...

  • Falling into the vortex of words

    Agent provocateur, winsome, witty and worldly-wise, wishes to meet house of harlot showgirl for liberation in paradiso and subversive outings. ...

  • Modern times, and the livin is easy

    My computer ate its entrails, and its not my fault. My nice, new office computer ate its entrails, a veritable gang of IT professionals came in ...

  • The freak show is alive and well

    OK, so maybe there are more important things to be writing about than the weird world celebrities live in. But as that world grows more and more ...

  • Details show me the details

    My mother used to say to me, If all your friends were going to jump off a bridge, would you jump, too? It was her response to peer pressure, a ...

  • An overview of national parks

    Right by the beach in Sandy Cove, you can turn left and climb some 500 feet up a winding, wet, stone-filled path that's hard enough to climb ...

  • Just who is getting hosed?

    You can hear fire trucks coming from a long way away. The airhorns are set with the tones of their notes just far enough apart to make the sound ...

  • Twilight at Sandy Cove

    Theres a huge old sky up over Sandy Cove, near Eastport, and a powerboat is whipping up the bay, the sound of its engine trailing away in waves, ...