Meghan lives in Toronto with her editor and cat Kafka. While she writes about life and tech, she dampens the existential dread with painting, cooking and podcasts.
Archived from Aug 31, 2023: Remember when the US government tried to soft launch aliens a few weeks ago? Yeah, I hardly do either. It’s hard to take seriously, particularly given the best we got was something about “non-human biologics”, which was just a trigger for conspiracy theorists to
Archived from Aug 17, 2023: I walk home from my second job with a variation of music and podcasts. Loud music, which could aptly be described as abrasive, is my usual go to when my attention span is scattered; thoughts run rampant, never finishing, fraying like rope until the threads
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Suddenly, there is a whole and tiny life in the palm of my hand. It flutters and skips, breathing quickly. A life so different, so far from my own, yet here, immediate, physical and alive. There is a heartbeat, however faint and my own picks up.
Archived from Aug 03, 2023: I got a booster yesterday and it felt like getting hit by a truck so writing is not feeling particularly inspired right now. Instead I’m doing a quick little round up of things I’ve been reading lately. How to Blow Up a Pipeline
Archived from Jul 27, 2023: First, a content warning: I will briefly be touching on child trafficking and child abuse this week. I mean, when I was with the Divine Chain, some of the smartest people there were also the most committed. Intelligence doesn’t make you less prone to
Archived from Jul 20, 2023: I saw a person walking up the street with a shirt that said just that: “You’re My Favourite Notification.” It was, of course, in a terrible Etsy cursive font, but that’s not the point. Instinctively, I thought of a few people, and was
Archived from Jul 13, 2023: Eternity is a weird concept, hey? We have a word for it, a vague idea of it, but I’m not sure a human brain can actually fully grasp it. It’s too big, too boundless to be meaningfully understood, neither cognitively nor emotionally. Eternity,
Archived from Jul 06, 2023 It is extremely humid in Toronto right now. I am a saturated sponge and it’s making it hard to think, so this week might be a little short, and a little out of date. I’m sure we all heard about the sub. Now,
Catharsis, or whatever Archived from Jun 29, 2023: I pick my hangnails. I have, basically constantly, for as long as I remember. For years I had acrylics, too thick to be able to pull my hangnails; if I ever needed to clean up my cuticles, I had to resort to
Intellectually, they knew a great deal. Practically, they chose to know almost nothing. - Jaws, Peter Benchley I have had a deep seated climate anxiety for a long time. I think these newsletters are at least a partial testament to that fact. Sometimes people compare the stress of ongoing climate
Archived from Jun 08, 2023: Last week I was melting, this week I’m coughing. I’ve had a headache for two days from the northern Ontario smoke settling into the city, and I feel like everything is fuzzy. My cat has been sleeping with her paw over her nose.
Archived from Jun 01, 2023: I am a coat weather kind of gal. Born in the fall, I feel like it’s the time of year I’m made for. I like rain, though the weeks without sun in Toronto can be a bit much. I own an excess of