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Shucking Oysters: Paper Bag Blues

Whenever one of us comes back from the local grocery store, my partner and I like to play the, “How much did this bag of groceries cost?” game. Ever the optimist, I didn’t do well at first. But now, my strategy is to add $30 to $40 to what I think the price should be and I win the game often.

Last year, our food costs reached the highest in 41 years. Since 2020, we all are aware how pretty much everything has gone up. (Prices and emotions.) It’s crazy. Gas and other commodities go up and down, but groceries seem to go up and stay up. 

Since the beginning of the pandemic, they blamed supply chain disruptions, labour shortages, changes in consumer purchasing patterns, poor weather in growing regions, higher input costs, higher wages, and so on. Why it’s hitting us with such impact, is that these conditions and pressures all happened at once. The perfect storm.

Canada’s Food Price Report for 2024, warns that staples like produce, meat and baked goods will still go up and up. Dairy and fruit only 3%, while seafood will be 5% more expensive. One can imagine what a whole crab will cost next year. Do I hear $53? Baked goods have already increased 8% last year, next year add another 7%. Do I hear fruit smoothies for breakfast, lunch and dinner?

We’re all changing our grocery shopping habits. We’re shopping at more stores for bargains and buying more generic store brands. At one time, the Comox Valley Record was fire starter in our household. Now, I obsessively read the inserts to see what’s on sale before we go into town. I used to be embarrassed caught shopping at Costco versus let’s say, Edible Island. These days, when we go to Costco, we see at least one person from Hornby. It’s become a badge of honour. Bulk is cheaper.

Meat prices are expected to increase up to 7% next year, above the increases in 2023. Last week, two organic chicken breasts from Thrifty’s were for sale for $24! It’s insane. And if you think becoming a vegetarian will be cheaper, think again. The Food Report indicates little relief by switching to steamed veggies and rice for dinner.* “With produce, and in particular vegetables, we are expecting a weaker dollar which will actually make imports more expensive,” lead researcher Sylvain Charlebois said.

 

Across Canada, food price inflation from 2021 to 2022 averaged about 10.5%, from a high of 11% in Quebec to a low of 9.2% in BC. Before you start celebrating, a recent study says BC has the highest cost of living in Canada. In the Westland Insurance study, BC topped the rankings as it was the third-most expensive or higher in buying and renting real estate, an airline ticket, public transportation, dental services, healthcare, clothing and hotel accommodation. (The average house price in BC in 2022? A mere $996,460 – more than double the national average of $490,520.)

And then we have “shrinkflation,” a covert tactic that companies use to subtly reduce the size or weight of a product to save money without increasing the price. A less commonly known form of shrinkflation is where a company swaps ingredients for cheaper alternatives, or adds water while decreasing other ingredients. 

ED Smith’s Pumpkin Pie Filling, for example, used to list vegetable oil as the third-largest ingredient. In the new version, vegetable oil has been moved to sixth place. And taking its place at third? Water. It’s pumpkin soup not pumpkin filling. 

Experts say that when a product package has been redesigned, it’s a red flag that shrinkflation may have occurred as well. Here’s some downsized products masquerading behind a “new and improved” package design CBC Marketplace noted: Wheat Thins Crackers, Kraft Heinz’s Original Kraft Dinner, Liberté Yogurt, Tropicana Orange Juice, Campbell’s Chunky Soup, Lays Chips, Armstrong Cheese, and many more. All have shrunk. The Minimalist period. More is less, or is it more not less, more or less?

In Canada, when companies shrink products, they are under no obligation to let consumers know about the change. In Brazil, there are actually laws in place to inform consumers of changes to a product’s weight. Companies must state how much was in the product before and after the change. And the information must remain on the label for six months. 

Town trips are already a bit of a marathon. Now, we not only have to read every grocery flyer for the sales, go to seven retail outlets for the bargains, bring our own scale to weigh every product, we also have to be alert to new packaging designs. It’s a good thing they have shopping carts, we’ll need them for the binoculars, the scale, the tape measure, and a magnifying glass. Yes, it may extend the time we spend in the stores, but what’s another hour and a half? Just make sure you stay hydrated and make it an adventure.

*Or grow your own and eat seasonally I’m told, though even this now has its challenges, from feed and seed costs to erratic climate seasons and events. Nettles and oysters?

Evolutionary Reconciliation: Part 6

"Two groups of people approaching each other over a chasm, ready to shake hands."

“Unfortunately, the Sapiens regime on earth has so far produced little we can be proud of. We have mastered our surroundings, increased food production, built cities, established empires and far-flung trade networks. But did we decrease the amount of human suffering in the world? Time and again, massive increases in human power did not necessarily improve the well-being of individual Sapiens and usually caused immense misery to other animals.” (Yuval Noah Harari) And along with the immense suffering of other animals, we must also include the demise of forests, oceans, skies and future generations. “The Animal that Became a God” is the title of the afterword in the book Sapiens by Yuval Noah Harari, and sums up his thesis that modern “successful” humans and their empires are self-made gods, seemingly not accountable to the limits and dangers of pleasure, dominance and comfort. The big question is how do we reconcile our need for cooperation, sustain a healthy respect for difference with our unconscious inner conflicts?

Tools that help me whenever I am engaged with a person and especially when I am wanting to counterattack in a conflict include:

– Emptying myself of all preconceived ideas about who the other person is; interview the person as if for a podcast with no need to win, persuade, convince or resolve the issue at that very moment

– Relaxing my body and counting to 8 as I exhale twice as long as my inhalation

– Reminding myself that empathy “plays the largest part in our understanding of what is inherently foreign to our ego.” (Freud) Noticing that I have gotten caught up in defensiveness, I am always free to let that go and return to the moment. If not possible, ask for a time out

– Speaking slowly, using the bare minimum of words, with a focus on feelings, needs, kindness, honesty, respect and curiosity

– Offering up a guess about the other person’s feelings and needs 

– Remembering that the need to belong, to be loved and to contribute, when acknowledged, can overcome the fear of rejection and the fear of intimacy. I can attempt to assist the other person to return to these wholesome intentions by naming possible unmet needs behind seemingly unrelated accusations.

– Investigating our shared values can diffuse conflict

– Tuning into my own needs, I can ask for a time out to protect my integrity and prevent possible escalation

– Forging support with trusted allies and being quiet in nature can help to balance out self-doubt that can arise from a tense relationship.

Inquiring into the bigger questions surrounding human relationships can also assist me to step away from my own agenda. How can we make peace with our egos which drive us to find fault in someone’s words, keep score and try to win every argument? Do humans create unnecessary conflict because deep down, we feel unhappy and are trying to find happiness? Do we fuel disharmony because we are confused about the true source of happiness? Do we confuse normative conflict with abuse because we think engaging with normative conflict will cause us unhappiness? Is being prone to inciting relational conflict a learned behaviour? Is learning to confront normative conflict a desired, evolutionary leap forward?

Letter to the Editor – Alex Allen

Re: Letter from Riley Donovan, SSI, regarding Helen Grond’s article on the Rogers Tower proposal on Hornby Island.

Not to quibble, but the proposed Tower is 206 feet high, not 258 feet. 

The Rogers Tower consultant, Mr. Brian Gregg, did hold a virtual “community consultation” meeting on December 8, 2022, from 5:00 to 6:00 pm. Wrong time of year when people were on the road again.  And it was clear that the community was not satisfied with the virtual format and wanted an in-person meeting. Staff deferred to Mr. Gregg’s concerns from his previous experience on Hornby. He was referring to the in-person Telus Tower meeting which he described as “disorderly” and had “security threats.” (Kind of how BC Ferries feels about in-person meetings lately.) 

A large group of Hornby Island community members were not happy then and are obviously not happy today. 

In September, we passed a motion that “the Hornby Island Local Trust Committee request staff to work with [the] applicant Rogers on a report regarding steps the applicant has taken to date and their consistency with the Model Cell Tower Strategy.” In other words, get back to us, now that you know we had a model tower strategy protocol. Do the wider consultation and give us a report back. 

At this time, it looks like we will not hear from the proponent until the new year.

Regards,

Hornby Island Trustee Alex Allen

Aunt Marie

April 3rd, 2007

Work today without the chipper saw us going to the B.M.X. track in Nanaimo. There was further landscaping work to be done, although I concentrated on removing all of the detritus that we had piled up in the tree line from our last visit almost three weeks ago now. 

Marie, the woman who manages the park and coincidentally happens to be Fur Dog’s aunt (he wasn’t shitting!), had arranged for a delivery of a big waste bin for us to load up with all the leaves, bramble and branches. Richard and Charles oscillated between the piles and the bin with wheelbarrows while I feverishly worked my pitch-fork in loading them up. It took the whole of the day but we got it all off the ground and into the bin which was damn near full by quitting time. In fact, Marie will likely need another bin to cart away all of the other waste collected by the remainder of the crew, who were busy working away on the other side of the track. 

Marie is quite a nice woman. Aside from being Furry’s aunt, she was also a foster parent to a good many others. When I asked her about Fur Dog’s claim that they were related, she confirmed and then asked me if I knew Wayne Turner. The name didn’t ring a bell for me but it turns out that this was the guy who unfortunately hung himself down at Wilkenson Road last month. Marie shared that she was his foster mother. How sad. The guy was 31 years old and apparently had just been dumped by his girlfriend and the mother of his child. He was found in segregation hanging from his bed sheet. Bummer.

So anyways, during our morning coffee break, who should drive by on the road adjacent the park but Fur Dog! His timing was intriguing given my mentioning him to Marie earlier in the morning. We were all sitting around the crummy enjoying our coffee when off in the distance we hear this guy screaming, “Yo! Crew#2!” We all look over to see the Big Dawg in canine-like fashion hanging his head out of the passenger side of a little beige Corolla station wagon as it rolled down the road. Rick Greene then remarks, “what a heat bag car!” Prompting fits of laughter from the guys.Truer words have never been spoken. If I were a cop I’d pull over such a ride. Especially with the likes of Furry bellowing out the window as he was. I know the world is a big place but moments like this conspire to challenge this notion. The Big Dawg has left the pound but he doesn’t see fit to stray very far. Perhaps we’ll see him rejoin the doghouse one day. (“Don’t do it Sean!”)

Part of the benefit of working at the B.M.X. track is that Marie makes a point of treating us with Dairy Queen for lunch. Milkshakes and fries are definitely a bonus for us jailbirds. Were someone to tell me that I’d be enjoying such fare as I was heading off for a prison term, I’d say they were out to lunch. As it is, we had D.Q. take out for lunch. Nice!

Phoenix Riting! – December 14th, 2023

The Christmas Pizza Party at the Hall on Saturday evening was lovely, if sparsely attended. That part was surprising; I expected a huge turnout, but Hornby can be unpredictable that way. The Hall was beautifully decorated, and Santa was of course available for photo ops. At the beginning, there were more folk with children, thanks to Santa’s presence. Yes, I did get photos with Santa. And no, I did not sit on his knee. I managed to score a piece of pizza before it all disappeared; when I went back for seconds, quite early on, the pizza had vanished. I wished for more (my wish was granted later).

 

Pat Mullan was there playing Christmas tunes; including my own song, apparently, though that was before I arrived. We hung out, sipped drinks, munched pizza and cookies, and smiled. Then the Anonymous Six took the stage. Turns out they weren’t all that anonymous; they were Dr. Laura, John, Cath, Paula, Holly and a gentleman from Denman called, I think (forgive me if I get this wrong) Andrew.

 

At first, I confess, I found the music irritating, though I could tell it was well executed. These were quite complex and challenging pieces to sing, and no less challenging to hear for the first time. I’ve had this experience on my first deep listen to classical pieces; I grew up with homemade country, folk, and later rock music, so I’ve had to learn how to hear certain types of music. It felt like fingernails scratching at the blackboard of my brain. I stayed with it and slowly my experience shifted. The scratching, it seemed, was opening new mental grooves and by the third or fourth piece I began to appreciate the beauty and complexity of these a capella six part choral pieces. By the end, I was captivated by the sublime loveliness of these intertwining vocal lines.

 

It is so rewarding, that joy of a new musical discovery. Dr. Laura tells me they would like to do other performances, and if so, I shall be there, with my newly etched grooves ready to enjoy.

 

It was a mixed bag of an evening for me, as my autistic social anxiety was on top. I am an excellent masker but occasionally my mask slips and I realize only later that whatever I just said was probably ill timed, inappropriate, or hadn’t made sense in context. So often, what’s inside my brain is out of step with the world around me. When that happens, all I can do is walk away and hope it didn’t come across too badly. I’ve tried apologizing and explaining–but that makes things more awkward! It’s not easy navigating the world with a weirdly wired brain.

 

I did have a wonderful time despite, I imagined, leaving a few shaking their heads as I walked away. If you ever wonder, “What did she mean by that?” I plead, nothing, I meant nothing, I simply forget sometimes that I’m all alone in my world. The world others share is one I can visit, but not live in. It’s exhausting but I love it, I love people. I try not to be too annoying. Mostly, I think, I succeed.

 

There were other highlights to the evening. A raffle was held, and I purchased a ticket at the last minute, on impulse, and was rewarded by winning the $50 gift certificate for pizza. Yay more pizza! There was dancing afterward, and I had a blissful time until my brain made me slide out the door and go home to hide from my anxiety. On top of everything else, the Moon was in Scorpio.

 

My song is now streaming on all the platforms–YouTube, Spotify, Apple Music, TikTok and many more I’ve never heard of. If you haven’t had a listen yet, and you’d like to, just search ‘Phoenix Bee Something About Christmas.’ I do hope you like it!

 

That’s what I think, what do you think? Email me at phoenixonhornby@gmail.com

Noggin Effect

Green Wizardries: Christmas Cake Blues

It is starting to look pretty bad out there in the world and I can see the conflict in Israel growing larger and pulling countries in the Middle East into a regional war.  If you think this will not affect you, I wish you may be right.  

As there is nothing I can do about it, I am going to tell you a cautionary tale about Christmas cake.  I love the stuff myself.  I love it when it is spread with apricot jam and enfolded in a layer of marzipan rolled out thin and draped over the cake and then slapped up with a deep covering of  Royal icing.  The only problem with a slice of Christmas cake got up in that manner is the diabetic shock which may well result.  

My Grandmother, may she rest in peace, was a cultured French-Canadian lady from Montreal.  She baked an excellent Christmas cake, probably because she had the misfortune to marry my Anglo-Irish Grandfather.  He loved Christmas cake and desserts could not be too rich for that man.   Some people tell me you have to be of British descent to enjoy Christmas cake.  The way my Grandmother baked it was to decorated the tops with patterns of pecans and lay a piece of tin foil over the tops of the cakes to stop the nuts scorching.  

This does away with the need to jam, marzipan and Royal icing the otherwise, fairly-innocent cake.   I have made Christmas cake both ways and prefer the more restrained version of my Grandmother.  

I think a lot of people will have a battered old copy of the Joy of Cooking somewhere about the house and I hope you read this story in time.  The Joy’s recipe for Christmas cake, from the older editions, must be read right to the end before commencing any purchases or preparations.

I read a story, that I devoutly hope was made up, about a young lady who, in her first year as a young wife, decided to make Christmas cake and read the recipe in the Joy but she did not read it all the way through.  She made a shopping list first and went out and filled a shopping cart with candied peel and dried fruit.  She took her loot home and began to mix the cake up in her largest bowl.  That didn’t last long.  She had to transfer the batter to a stock pot and after a few more such moves, her husband came home to find his bride weeping and mixing the cake in their bathtub.  

You see, back in the day, the Joy’s Christmas-cake recipe was made for that tough generation of Memsahibs that went out and fought World War Two no matter if their husbands and families liked it or not.  The idea was to produce enough cake to send one to every maiden aunt, second cousin twice removed, all the girls who served with them in the Intelligence Unit, the Vicar and of course for all the servants working and retired that their family had ever employed.  The recipe made about thirty cakes.

I just checked my copy of the Joy from 2006 and the horrendous recipe, that I am sure got many a young cook  in a lot of trouble, has been replaced by a much wimpier version suited to modern folk who lack the grit, determination and sheer bloody-mindedness of that towering generation, now, sadly almost gone from us.  I am sure they are looking down at us and shaking their heads in disbelief.  

So, the moral of the story is to read every recipe three times all the way through before making a decision and starting to cook.  If you do want to do some Christmas baking, I hope you will buy some organically-produced lemons, oranges and limes and make your own candied peel.  You just put the sliced peels in a pot of water and boil them for 15 minutes.  Drain and put 2 cups of sugar and one of water into the pot and boil it until the sugar has dissolved.  Add the poached peels and simmer for about an hour.  Drain, reserving the excellent citrus simple syrup to sweeten drinks, and roll the hot drained peels in sugar.  Leave them out on a rack to dry for one or two days and then put them in a cookie tin in the freezer where they will keep very well.  

I do not hold with buying candied fruit which is mostly unnatural green and red cherries steeped in pesticides an filthy with dyes.  I use my own home-dried fruit such as apples, pears, figs and plums. Honestly, why bother to bake a cake if you are going to buy all the ingredients?  You might just as well buy a loaf of ghastly, commercially-prepared, pseudo-Christmas cake and say you baked it.  I hope you will try baking your own Christmas cake this year.  It is a lovely tradition from a more civilized age.

December

December gives you a barrier

From life’s biggest problems

The days leading to Christmas

You can’t wait any longer

December brings family close

In their cozy homes

On non-cozy nights

Where dropped temperatures roam

The time will arrive

For a fresh blanket of snow

But when will it come? 

No one will know

Pour the hot cocoa

Crank up the heat

December is here

Now coldness will greet

Letter to the Editor – Oakley Rankin

Re: Job advertisement from an ‘agenda driven woke company’

I have to report that all the best positions for this particular job application are already taken; they have been filled by ‘unwoke’ persons.  Look to Victor Orban, Vladimir Putin, Jair Bolsonaro, Jarosław Kaczyński, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, Javier Milei, Donald Trump, Marine Le Pen and many others.  All have enacted or said they will enact the three duties listed as well as much more of the same.

The use of the term ‘woke’ dates from the 1930’s and can be found in the some of the songs of Lead Belly.  It derives from African American English and has been adopted widely to describe the awakening of people to racism, white identity, and other problems of social justice.  It is seen largely as a characteristic of the ‘left’ and, as such, has been redefined by the ‘right’ as a pejorative to indicate the stupidity of the left’s call for social justice and foreclose any reasonable discussion of those ideas and  project your own faults on to those you view as enemies. 

So I am afraid that this particular company will have to redefine their job description for ‘woke’ employees as the duties listed here for the job are more than adequately fulfilled by ‘unwoke’ persons on the right who currently have a lock on the field.  

P.S. I am hoping that the term ‘unwoke’ might be taken up to describe all those who believe that social disabilities and problems have either been solved or are of no importance.  Many of them can be identified by their prating about lack of ‘freedom’ in our country and life under our democratic ‘tyranny’ where they demonstrate clearly they have no idea what either term means in practice or theory.  Of course when has experience and truth got in the way of one who wants to order a culture their way and not the highway.

Oakley Rankin

The Hoarders of Virtue

While the liberal minded managerial class attempts to hoard the discourse on social justice, they are largely unconcerned in any meaningful way of opposing the repressive structures of the political and economic establishment. Virtue signalling and self-serving performative acts relating to identity, vainly attempting to claim a higher moral and ethical standing, have replaced any real actions that might result in elevating economic and social justice for the working class. It is a person’s low income that is the greatest determinative factor of being marginalized. Issues related to identity intersect with economic class and status.

Instead of a focus on practical assistance to those living on the economic margins, the vanguard of radical centrists in the managerial class focus on populating local organizations in order to direct financial resources to their own pet projects. As leading participants, they insist that their efforts not be held to fair accountability or reasonable transparency. Sometimes these committee members manage to serve themselves to a financial retainer or they create organizational policies that give themselves access to employment that is not tendered publicly for expressions of interest. These policies can intentionally exclude other qualified residents, and are only a small part of how local publicly funded budgets can be manipulated.

When it comes to a lack of transparency and public accountability, DenmanWorks (DW) Chairperson Anthony Gregson is unrivalled. Gregson holds the position of Chair, past his 4 year term limit, and does not publish the minutes of DW, nor advertise for recruitment of DW Board membership, or publish DW meeting times. The last DW meeting minutes published are from 2018, the year Gregson was elected. DW Board members are recruited by himself without public notice, including his latest recruits. All this is in contravention of DW’s own bylaws. He was granted a one year extension to his position by his hand picked Board. It’s Gregson’s private domain to determine the DW Board membership, and who gets public funds from the CVRD. In other words, he’s peddling influence. 

Bronwyn Schuster, publicist of the DW sponsored and publicly funded Denman Island Bus Service, admitted to covertly using their position to peddle influence with tax funded advertising, aiming false claims of bigotry at The Islands Grapevine (TIG), then posted these accusations on Denman social media. The online outrage that resulted has targeted TIG and its employees, who live on the margins of low incomes and rental housing. Privately, TIG received broad support, mostly from people who feared speaking out against these performative virtue-signalling bullies. TIG has been committed to the inclusion of a wide diversity of perspectives for more than 30 years, and is the primary source for community information, events, and advertising for local businesses and services, even printing the monthly Flagstone publication at below market costs.

When TIG published the story of Schuster’s attempt to extort editorial policy changes, Team TIG did not accuse Gregson or DW as having done anything wrong. Indeed, Schuster claimed to have acted alone and without the knowledge of their colleagues. At that point, Gregson had TIG publisher Mike Van Santvoord removed from his position on the DW Board, even after acknowledging the truth of the wrongdoing by Schuster, saying only that Van Santvoord had brought “disrepute” to DW. Gregson also fired Van Santvoord from his job managing the visitdenmanisland.ca website without cause, contrary to B.C. Labour laws. There were no professional consequences for Schuster at all. Apparently, in Gregson’s view, it’s worse to expose wrongdoing than to commit it. This is his brand of social justice.

Under DW’s bylaws, and their adopted bylaws of the B.C. Societies Act, a vote to remove a Board member cannot be taken without making a specific charge of malfeasance, and giving that person an opportunity to speak with the Board prior to a vote to remove the member. Neither of these things happened. Presumably, a vote to remove Van Santvoord was taken, but we can’t confirm this because no DW meeting minutes have been published. Repeated inquiries to DW asking for explanations have gone unanswered; no transparency, and no accountability. TIG doesn’t assume the other DW Board members were aware, or were made aware of the relevant bylaws, and it isn’t our intention to imply wrongdoing by other DW members; Ember Hutchens, Robert Newton, Julie Geremia, Laura Pope, and Caitlin Fogarty.

We often see the managerial class on Denman social media, smearing others with all kinds of unfounded accusations, and directing campaigns of cancel culture, while attempting to undermine TIG by directing public advertising dollars elsewhere, claiming that their position as publicly funded managers entitles them to behave as the sole client in determining where tax supported funds will be spent on behalf of the actual clients, all residents of Denman Island. Who gave them this entitlement? The standards of conduct for non-profits and public agencies forbid this kind of influence peddling. These authoritarians have only empowered themselves, and they attempt to justify it by hoarding all virtue as their exclusive domain, controlling the levers of public influence, and working to silence those who expose their lack of integrity.

TIG has filed complaints with the B.C. Societies Act, and the Ombudsperson. We’ll let Gregson explain his actions to these agencies, because the Denman Island community seems unable or unwilling to hold these people to account. TIG previously reached out to Schuster and Sam Borthwick to settle these matters privately, following our offer to Schuster to publish their concerns in TIG. We then accepted an offer from the CVRD to support a restorative justice mediated process, while Gregson, Schuster, and Borthwick refused to participate, after breaking an agreement to publicly apologize. It’s these people and their allies, lacking an ethical compass, who bring disrepute to Denman’s publicly funded community organizations.