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Shucking Oysters: Licking your fingers helps

With all the stroking and squeezing going on, shopping for fruits and vegetables should be a pleasurable experience. Kind of like a speed dating session, where you get to be “touchy” and pick and choose. Check out the Mexican avocado and get to know them. Meet up with a California peach. Next, perhaps a Chilean green pepper. Is there an instant attraction or chemistry between any of you? Then go home together. What could possibly go wrong?

When I walk into produce departments, I’m poised with trepidation for the inevitable. Does anyone else find it practically impossible to open those plastic produce bags? I’m constantly rubbing my thumb and fingers over and over the top of the bag, furtively, like I’m rolling a joint, only to discover that I’m trying to open the bottom of the bag. It’s awkward and it looks suspicious. I ask myself, do I really need broccolini? Sometimes I eventually open the bugger. My current record is 83 seconds to the grand opening.

Ever the sleuth I found that I was not alone. A Reddit conversation thread enlightened me. “One time I had a stranger walk up and open the bag for me cause they were watching me struggle for so long.” “Used to work in a produce dept. Helped people open the bags all day long.” Not once has a stranger or an employee offered to rub their thumb and index plus middle finger together in tiny circles to open a bag for me. Ever.

There is hope for us static electricity challenged folks. Some say it is all about moisture. If you’re buying green onions or lettuce that are damp, touch the wet ends and use the moisture to open as many bags as you’ll need all at once. If moisture is not your thing, just rub the bag vigorously between your palms. Not fingers, full palms. Another suggested stretching, “not to the point of ripping, a little segment of these filmy plastic bags. Like an inch or two along the top, which then relaxes into the two separated layers.” 

Further remedies … Breathe hot air on the bag and immediately rub the bag between two fingers or rub the bag back and forth a couple of times like you’re washing your hands. One humble individual shared: “I can’t speak for all bags, but try to look at the sides of it. You can see one layer is on top of another (kind of like that third tag on candy wrappers). Split that in half and run your fingers to the top and boom, you have just figured out how to open a plastic bag.” And for sheer ingenuity? Grab a sticker from a piece of fruit and open it that way. 

And finally in the conversation … “You still have plastic bags in the produce section? Yikes.” Realistic doughnut 71 wrote: “This is why I knitted a bunch of reusable produce bags. No more annoying plastic bags!!” Yes, it is odd, that we ban plastic bags at the tills and yet every grocery produce section still has polypropylene bag dispensers. 

A 2023 report Left Holding the Bag: A Survey of Plastic Packaging in Canada’s Grocery Stores, based on an audit of 54 high-traffic grocery stores across Canada, found 71% of items in the produce department were packed in plastic, and only 27% were available with no packaging (as in available to be put into the proverbial plastic bag). 

Plastic packaging makes up more than half of the 4 million tonnes of plastic discarded in Canada each year, and less than 15% of that is recycled. Flexible plastics like pouches, sachets and bags are even worse—only 1% of those are recycled. The rest as we all know, ends up in landfills, incinerators, or directly in the environment. 

According to one study, a standard plastic bag weighing an average of 32.5 grams (about two-and-a-half times as heavy as a paper clip) emits 200 grams of carbon, which is just a bit lower than the amount of carbon emitted from driving 1 kilometre in a gasoline-powered vehicle. This means that 1 kilogram of carbon dioxide is released into the atmosphere for every five standard plastic bags we use. While this may appear insignificant compared to driving or flying, the collective impact of billions of plastic bags used globally each day is huge.

In the US alone, each person uses on average one plastic bag a day; equivalent to more than 100 billion plastic bags used in just one year. This means that the US emits around 20 trillion kilograms or 20 billion metric tons of carbon into the atmosphere each year just from plastic bags. For perspective, this equals approximately 300 million one-way flights from New York to LA. 

So, next time I’m in the produce department, I’m going to keep an open mind. Try to relax and be myself. With luck, I may find the perfect melons. If not, hopefully I’ll at least meet a few interesting fruits and vegetables and have a good time. And must not forget the new cotton mesh bags … again …

Gravelly Bay; One year later

Gravelly Bay; One year later

A year ago, on a cold February 12, a bunch of feisty folks stood in front of small and giant industrial trucks, chewed out BC Ferries staff and held space on the roads at Gravelly Bay, resulting in around 110 trees being saved from the axe. BC Ferries and their workers tried placating us, arguing that Denman community had fair warning of their expansion plans. Some hyper-charged workers, eager to spill/fell trees, used intimidation tactics of various kinds but no one got hurt. The RCMP showed up and asked us what we wanted, which of course was a silly question and then proceeded to ask us to leave several times. With firm resolution, we continued to block industry from cutting down any trees. By the end of the day, no compromises were made and we achieved our goal. BC Ferries seems to be in hiding when it comes to any further mention of Gravelly Bay but we are watching them closely.

“….trees and plants have agency. They perceive, relate, communicate; they exercise various behaviours. They cooperate, make decisions, learn and remember-qualities we normally ascribe to sentience, wisdom, intelligence. By noting how trees, animal and even fungi-any and all non-human species- have this agency, we can acknowledge that they deserve as much regard as we accord ourselves. ” Suzanne Simard, in her book Finding The Mother Tree, explores her life-long passion for understanding forests as living super-organisms. Intact forest ecosystems are our best solution for mitigating climate change.  But we must save all forests as part of being allies to Indigenous peoples, whose lands were stolen by our ancestors, and for the sake of their inherent beauty, elegance, inspiration and sanctity. And for the sake of their rain-making capabilities, their vast biodiversity, and their role as sanctuaries for endangered and even unknown animal and plant species.

Phoenix Riting! – February 15th, 2024

I’ve been thinking a lot over the winter. So much thinking, keeping my brains warm. Winter is a good time for that, but now the nettles are up! Yummm… And our garlic is up, daffodils are springing forth, there are snowdrops galore. The world is awakening once again. Oh, glorious spring, you never fail us, every year you return, no matter how hard and cold and dreary the winter has been. Yes, it’s only February, but even if it snows and blows and the buds freeze on the trees, you know that spring is right here, waiting beneath the guise of winter. The second the temperature rises again everything will pick up where it left off. Today, the sun is shining, and yes, it froze overnight, but that’s nothing. Spring can handle it.

 

I was born in spring (April), so it’s my season. Summer is great, but a bit much really. Autumn is pretty but it comes before (ugh) winter. Spring is the soft season, the strong season, full of promise and joy. I’m feeling good! (And my album is almost finished! More on that when the time comes.)

 

Even when I peek through the electronic window onto the world, my body remains firmly planted on the ground of glorious spring. The human world is spinning off its kilter, politically, emotionally, intellectually. Crazy rules.

 

Oh the world is weird! The world is wide! Many things are possible, and they are all happening at once. Here on Hornby, we are beyond privileged. We are blessed. To live here of all places is a gift no one has earned, and as a consequence we carry a responsibility to care for this fragile environment. We have escaped wildfires, so far, thanks to our ever-diligent firefolk and watchful citizenry. Our island remains a paradise and everybody wants to be here.

 

An argument I hear repeated–over and over in fact–goes something like this:

 

“Just because you live on that island, doesn’t give you the right to keep other people out. Everybody else has the same right you have to come and go as they please. Who the heck do you people think you are?”

 

This argument holds no water. If everybody who wanted to be here was here, what makes Hornby so attractive would die. We have already slid across the line into multi-unit housing developments, with more to come if we ever get our affordable housing project on Beulah Creek built. Maybe we can stop it there, but only if we empower ourselves with the right to say, no, that is quite enough. Growth is fine, but it needs to be planned for, and limited if the infrastructure cannot sustain it.

 

In answer to the question, who gave us the right to be gatekeepers here? Nobody had to. Rather than claiming some sort of abstract ‘right’, we instead have the responsibility to the island as a whole, including its wildlife population, and we hold an obligation to stand up for their right to live in peace without undue disturbance to their habitats and feeding/breeding grounds.

 

Humans are a strange species. We evolved as prey, with all the emotional reactiveness of a prey species. We were–we are–scared all the time. So over the past few hundred years, we developed technologies to keep us safe, warm and fed. Then just to make sure, we developed bigger, more powerful technologies to make certain no other creature, no lion, no tiger or bear, could ever hurt us again. Bigger! More powerful! Let them fear us! Raaahrr! Humans now call ourselves apex predators, thanks to our technologies. Of course, if we were dropped naked into a lion’s den, we would not pose the lions any sort of difficulty. We would merely be a tasty meal.

 

It’s time to question our human drive to beat up and dominate the rest of the world. We need to take a collective step back and find out how we can harmonize within the context that created us. We belong to the world, it doesn’t belong to us. We are not predators, even though we can pretend to be, with our fancy toys and massive power structures that enable us to destroy and create beyond our former wildest dreams. At core, we are soft and weak. We walk upright to expose our hearts, we have soft bellies and arms that can spread wide to care and hold. Humans evolved to love. It’s time to claim our birthright. And it starts right where we are–here and now–on this beautiful piece of paradise. We can and should care for our visitors, yes. But let’s not forget who we are and what our responsibility is to our small piece of the world.

Dishwasher Down

April 6th, 2007

Dishwasher Down

It’s just past 11:00 pm as I get to writing now. The day has been long. Longer than the usual as the spectre of five straight days away from work permeates the grey matter. For the most part I’ve been reading all day. I’m currently engrossed in a book by Richard Adams. ‘Watership Down’ has been a thoroughly entertaining read. I had been reading a Carlos Casteñeda work previously but it proved exceedingly dry compared to Adam’s story about rabbits. ‘The Yaqui Way Of Knowledge’ seems more like a college essay or thesis, telling of a young man’s apprenticeship with a native elder. Experimentation with hallucinogenic plants like mescolito, datura and devil’s smoke, in the pursuit of gaining strength and wisdom, ultimately becoming a man of knowledge. Its dryness lie in the fact that it is less of a story and more an account documented for the purpose of conveying it in a paper. ’Watership Down’ however, is a story richly told. Wonderful descriptive, thickening plot and adventure and suspense in most every chapter. An allegorical tale told through the experiences of long-eared, furry, four-legged creatures. Perfect Easter weekend reading!

Given I’ve hidden away with this book that Shana brought down for me from last weekend’s visit, I’ve not got much to write on from the day’s events. Pretty much your standard day here in Campbell House. 

Our meals of late have been served increasingly in styrofoam cups, plates and disposable cutlery as the kitchen dishwasher is on the fritz. It has been so for four days now. It was hardly of note to begin but after having our soup in styrofoam cups for the last three days, it was a bit of a lark to have this morning’s porridge served in one as well! Cold toast, muffin and porridge in a styrofoam cup. Lukewarm at that. You can just taste the love! While it isn’t very warm at least it’s not fuzzy! I can’t imagine what will happen should they run out of the disposable vessels they’re rifling through straight to the landfill whilst waiting on the repair. Whatever etiquette I had instilled in me prior to landing here will have to be disregarded altogether come the day my cold morning porridge is served to me in my hands!  I’m told that special considerations are taken with the menu during occasions such as Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter. Whatever those ‘special considerations’ may be I imagine they’ll be largely moot when left to using plastic cutlery on disposable plates. But then, yes, I suppose this is what jail is all about.

Letter to the Editor – Maxine Rogers

Puzzlement.

I have a suspicion that this is going to be a weird year.  The World Heath Organization (WHO) is going about saying they are expecting another pandemic, which would be good business and a stroke of luck for them.  They go on to say it will be twenty times stronger than Covid 19 was.  

The WHO is an unelected and, seemingly, unaccountable organization. They produce no evidence to back up their prophecy.  No outbreaks of disease X have been reported anywhere in the world.  They have had no sample cases to study but they come out with a very precise estimate of how deadly their, currently non-existent, plague will be.  It is possible they they have a very good crystal ball or a clairvoyant  who can see the future.  

Another possibility is that they are cooking up some virus in a lab.  I can see no other ways that they would have such detailed knowledge of a currently nonexistent ailment.  You see what I mean about it being a weird year.  

What makes me wonder all the more is that I see no discussion on mainstream media about how the WHO has come to such a startling knowledge of the future.  Other topics missing from mainstream media include the enormous farmer protests in Europe.  The French farmers, in particular, seemed to be having heaps of fun blockading cities, setting fire to many tractor tires on motorways and similar.  An international group  of farmers protested in Brussels with burning tires, lots of eggs thrown at the EU parliament and not a word on the CBC or the BBC.  

I used to think their job was to report the news but they really seem more interested in suppressing the news.  They never mentioned the enormous farmers’ protests in the Netherlands at all.  I just checked and the BBC World Service has a nice article on Taylor Swift going to watch a sports game her current boyfriend is playing in.  Honestly!  Are there not more important things happening in the world?  

More worryingly, the excess death rate is still very much elevated in all the countries where people took a lot of the Covid 19 vaccinations.  Countries where the uptake was a lot less, Eastern Europe and Africa for example, have much less troubling excess death rates.  I find that bit of information suggestive but that is only my opinion.  These excess deaths never seem to make it into the mainstream news.  

People are dying of cancer in a matter of weeks from diagnosis to death which may be a good thing for the individual as having cancer for many years must take much of the fun out of life.  Some people are dying before they receive a single cancer treatment.  It used to take people far longer to die of cancer.  

These new turbo cancers have popped up in the last few years along with the very elevated excess death rates.  I hear not a word of this on mainstream news. I am sure we have all heard of examples of turbo cancer taking people on our little islands in the last few years.  I find it odd this this is not being reported on.  

Our neighbours south of the border seem unable to decide if they should make war on Russia, China, Iran or Texas.  Let us hope their puzzlement leads to their not being able to pick a target.  It would be very sad for them to have another Civil War.  

The last one did not do them much good.  Yes, the slaves won their freedom but it would have been far cheaper for the Federal Government to simply buy and set free all the slaves in the slave states.  It would have cost vastly less than the war did.  If the Americans do decide to go to war this year, I am puzzled as to how they plan to pay for it.  Their national debt is stratospheric.  We do live in interesting times.

BC is looking at a very small snowpack this winter.  If more snow does not come we will be very short of water and that means we will also be short of hydro electricity.  I expect the price of both water and power to go up sharply.  My family in Vancouver has never had to worry about water but there are already calls for people in the cities to curb their water usage as the reservoirs of Vancouver are still very low.  

That will be a challenge for most people from Vancouver as they have previously lived in an enchanted world where water always came out of a tap, no matter how much they used.  Alberta is looking very dry too.  Perhaps we will hear something about that on the mainstream media but I am not holding my breath.

Robot Creator

Alone, Together

Maria Kreyn, 'Alone Together.'

Alone, Together

We look eye to eye but we do not see

We live in different realities

Our words fall

Without reaching the other

We try and try

But instead of understanding 

Our voices raise

Our heart beats

Our pulse quickens

A sweat is broken

Palms tighten

We look eye to eye but we do not see

Blinded by perceptions and ideologies 

We are not present

And do not know

How to belong to the ‘other’

So we remain

Alone, together 

the best ways to get rid of blood

1 14 24 the best ways to get rid of blood

It will be cold on the mountain today

but we are the cleaners

and we must clean the suite

of the dirt of others:

the long hairs and little curly hairs stuck to the tub,

the sink,

the toilet

and the sheets of the children 

and the adults

stained with greens,

reds

and browns

and sometimes the hair of the dogs

furry knotted tumbleweeds

but it is honest work

and because it is cold on the mountain

no one has brought cockroaches

or bed bugs

or committed a murder

but if they do

I have learned in my research

the best ways 

to get rid of blood,

roaches

and bed

bugs.

Power outage

Power outage

by Mr. Unknown

The lights flicker briefly

Before clicking out

No time to worry

No time to pout

You find the flashlights

And candles to ignite

Cast them aglow

No panic or fright

Continue a book

Or stock up a fire

The darkness reminds you of something

You begin to feel tired

As your head hits the pillow

In your mind, you pledge

“Thank you, oh thank you,”

“Dear power outage”

Shucking Oysters: Why I Oughta…

Shucking Oysters: Why I Oughta …

By Alex Allen

Complain. Kvetch. Bitch. No matter what it’s called we all do it. We live in an unpredictable world. Little inanimate object gremlins. People purposely ruining your day. How can you not keep your indignant words to yourself? The Stoics say that it is how we respond to adversity that is a measure of our true character.  

We can’t control the outcome of things, but we can control our intentions. Most things are just out of our control. It’s not what we bear, it’s how we bear it. Though some days or even weeks, the randomness of life can seem like a vicious pattern out to get you. 

And I maybe I am out of line, but I think islanders complain more than others. Simply put, we have no control over the ferries. We could have had the best day in town. Everything smooth. Until we’re almost at Buckley Bay… light turns red … then lined up behind an idling diesel truck … number six going on, number 14 going off, and other side, ferry has mechanical issues. Breathe.

“Complaining is a universal behaviour. Everyone does it to different degrees,” says Robin Kowalski, a psychology professor at Clemson University in South Carolina. Kowalski, who’s spent over 20 years researching complaining, notes that “Clearly, we wouldn’t continue to engage in this behaviour if there weren’t some benefit to doing so. Sometimes it does make us feel better to express our dissatisfaction.”

Instead of venting from Buckley Bay to Gravelly Bay that afternoon, the great Stoic, Seneca, would have advised me to say, “I knew it” or “I expected it.” Yes, the universe is testing us. Not in the way we think but in developing our character. “Nothing needs to annoy you if you don’t add your annoyance to it.” Easy for you to say.

Years ago, an enterprising Will Bowen came up with a complaint free challenge. Simply buy one of his green complaint free bracelets, put on one wrist and switch the bracelet to the other whenever you complain in writing or verbally. Over 15 million have taken the challenge and not surprisingly, the average person took 245 days to complete the 21-day challenge. At $7.97 a bracelet, videos, books and speaking engagements, Bowen is not exactly a Stoic, but you have to give him credit for capitalizing on emotional dissatisfaction.  

We all know the glass half full and the glass half empty types. Psychologist Guy Winch wrote of another type. The chronic complainer who sees: “A glass that is slightly chipped holding water that isn’t cold enough, probably because it’s tap water even though I asked for bottled, and wait, there’s a smudge on the rim, too, which means the glass wasn’t cleaned properly and now I’ll probably end up with some kind of virus. Why do these things always happen to me?”

A Stoic would see a glass of water and view it with gratitude, as a gift of nature. And George Carlin: “I see a glass that’s twice as big as it needs to be.”

Which one are you?