Covid has been an excellent excuse, but I’ve just been postponing the inevitable. Waiting for…what? A sign from on high?
If so, I found it. Courtesy of Gian-Paolo Mendoza and CBC News.
Ruzzelle Gasmen, a speech pathologist in British Columbia, just might be the incentive I need. Ruzzelle, who deals with a hearing loss herself, has done the impossible. She’s turned hearing aids into a fashion statement.
Drawing from the culture and style of her Filipino heritage, Ruzzelle makes hearing aid accessories.
Jewelry for hearing aids?
The above design, Ruzzelle’s first, is based on the ear cuff worn by Catriona Gray, the Filipino Miss Universe pageant winner in 2018.
Ruzzelle makes each piece by hand and is planning on donating a portion of all proceeds to a Wavefront Centre program that provides refurbished hearing aids to people in need.
Why hide that little piece of plastic when you can FLAUNT IT?
There weren’t a lot of channels to choose from. Everyone watched the same shows, at the same time. No spoiler alerts necessary.
When Roots aired in 1977, people stayed home, glued to their sets. There were no recording devices, no pause option on your remote control—no remote control.
Now, when televisions look like this…
We have options aplenty. Between local stations, cable networks, and streaming services we are bombarded with choice.
Now, when technology allows us to talk to our televisions, we don’t actually need them. We can watch whatever we want, whenever we want, where ever we want. On our phones, our tablets, our laptops. A continuous loop of news and entertainment 24/7.
So, how is it possible to spend forty-five minutes scrolling through the onscreen guide, hopping back and forth between Netflix, Amazon Prime, Crave, and Disney+ and still complain that there’s…
Right there in the book blurb, printed in italics so you couldn’t miss it: There are no truly happy endings in Noir.
Did I heed the warning, did I even understand it? No.
If I had paid more attention to the author’s alert—”for mature readers who enjoy the darkness and moral ambiguity of noir stories.”
If I’d been less intrigued by the line—”Cole fell for the suave Leo Mancini the day they met, but is it ever really possible to trust a liar—especially when Mancini makes a murder suggestion sound like a marriage proposal?”
I would have missed not just a beautifully crafted story, but a visceral experience.
Yes, yes, and God, yes.
Leighton Greene spins you into a roller-coaster of a ride. Hurtles you through a tunnel of deceit and deception, lies and liars, and dumps you into an inescapable pit of despair. The ending stays with you, and the more you think about it, the worse it gets until you’re curled up under the covers, telling yourself that it’s only fiction.
The most well-written, absorbing, provocative book I’ve read in years? Yes.
Now that the vaccines are out and about, and we’re impatiently awaiting the end of pandemic restrictions, have you put any thought into a post-Covid world, and what that might look like?
I’ve wondered if masks might become a permanent part of my wardrobe, if the Western handshake will be replaced by the Eastern bow, if my poor neglected passport will ever escape the drawer its imprisoned in, but that’s as far as it went.
In the kitchen, baking cookies I had no business baking, I saw it—our post-Covid world.
You’ve seen it too, in all its HD clarity.
It’s been awhile since 2009 so you might not remember, but the movie ends with people stumbling out of their houses, blinking in the daylight most of them haven’t seen in years. Unshaven, unwashed, wrapped in bathrobes, they’re lost in a world they’re no longer familiar with.