Sylvia Shawcross And so we have to go back to discussing insects I’m afraid. It is just the way it is going to have to be because there are far too many things we disagree on now—even more things than since we last realized that we all didn’t really want to eat insects. That fact …
Sylvia Shawcross Some mornings you wake up and straggle-stretch your way to the coffee cup in a state of dismal despair thinking about the state of the world. Which is, well… awful. And you wonder if you’re going to either spontaneously combust from outrage or become emotionally paralyzed by all the purported polycrises occurring in …
Sylvia Shawcross Now you’d think that Jacinda Ardern, a WEF star, would have picked a different turn of phrase to explain her exit. Instead of lamenting that she didn’t “have enough in her tank” she could have said she hadn’t charged her solar panels enough or something. She has now perhaps joined the rest of …
Sylvia shawcross Well, we all get these stray thoughts sometimes. They are orphaned from our lives and our doings and just appear quickly like the flash of a trout in cool water. Quickly gone. Sometimes we see them again and catch them with that wide net of curiosity that our mind throws out there. We …
Sylvia Shawcross It is said that the mad do not know they are mad. They live with a certainty of everything. They never doubt. They shuffle through common knowledge until they pick out their stance as if it were a pearl inside a sea-stained shell, neither understanding the thing that made that pearl nor that …
Sylvia Shawcross Um…Is anybody else out there starting to feel sorry for the globalists? Even though perhaps I’m being overly optimistic in thinking the globalists are losing the battle for absolute control and there might be a future we can live with? I’m just starting to feel very sad for these poor bastard globalists. It’s …
Sylvia Shawcross Sometimes when it is grey and damp and the air is heavy with the taste of a dreary day you can go down to the other side of town where buildings are small and old and cluttered and the cement seems to meld into the houses that crouch along the sidewalks. And there, …
Sylvia Shawcross And so most of us are surviving the festive season which for some is more like the festering season. I am writing this as an apology from a Canadian to this world for our shenanigans over the holiday season. The thing about Canadians is we tend to be painfully appallingly apologetic. We are …
Sylvia Shawcross We must greet each other now not by vague kisses in the air off to the side, or handshakes or elbow touching, but by reaching out and touching the cheek of the other. This is to remind us of how our faces were covered over—muffled, muzzled, muted. We must not forget the way …
Sylvia Shawcross Please note: This is not a humour column so avoid if despondent or if a highly judgmental holier-than-thou arse feeling omnipotent on a keyboard and by just writing that I realize that some people will get their backs up before even reading the piece and I’d like to remind everyone that medical experts …
