Sylvia Izzo Hunter

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ScholComms professional, accessibility advocate, knitter, choral singer, mom, writer, fan. 🩷💜💙 she/her. Opinions, errors & omissions my own.

Ebook cover: The Midnight Queen by Sylvia Izzo Hunter (cover design by Tara O’Shea)
Sylvia, a middle-aged white lady with short brown hair, smiles at the camera. She’s wearing a black N95 mask, glasses with a chain, and a nice black top for a choir performance.
Facebook reply from Caden Floriana, a white dude with a large ginger beard: “Sylvia Hunter you need to be put in a mental asylum”
A Tim Hortons paper coffee cup, with lid, embedded in a snowbank on a sunny day.
Classic-shaped silver chanukiah that had not been polished in a while, with all 8 candles lit in shades of red, yellow, and orange.
Classic brass and modern silver “tree of life” chanukiot, each with 7 colourful candles lit. Electric stove in the background.
Traditional brass and modern silver “tree of life” chanukiot, each with 6 candles lit. Electric stove in the background.
Two classic-shaped chanukiot, a big one in back and a smaller one in front, each with 5 candles lit. Electric stove in the background.
Wax-drip-covered brass chanukiah, classic shape, with 4 candles lit; electric stove in the background.
Brass chanukiah with wax drippings, 2 orange candles lit plus yellow shamash. It’s sitting on an electric stove with messy reality in the background.
Chanukiah still full of wax from last year, first candle lit. Classic shape, made of brass, magen dovid on the shamash branch.
Emma Thompson (as Katherine) and Kenneth Branagh (as Henry) looking at each other in the 1989 film version of HENRY V. He is leaning towards her; she looks sceptical. Both are wearing somewhat improbable crowns.
A honey cake (medium brown) in a 9x9 inch blue Pyrex baking dish, sitting on a cooling rack on a kitchen counter. It’s got a bit of a crater in the middle.
A giant Cadillac SUV is parked half across the sidewalk on a suburban street. To the left and right is space on the driveway where it could park instead without blocking the sidewalk.
2 comments: “I prefer the comfort and safety of my car over being crammed on a bus or train with a bunch of strangers. Plus I get to go where I want to go when I want to go with my car. Anybody who thinks it’s better to be crammed like sardines on public transportation needs a lobotomy.” “public transportation is for 3rd world countries. Civilized people do not rely on the government schedules! I am 72 and never rode a train or bus.”
Comment (US flag pfp): “Anybody who thinks public transportation is necessary in cities with fewer than a million people is stupid af.”
2 comments: “Or dislikes the ever prevalent scent of BO and shit. By all means. Ride the bus. Im taking the bmw. Screw that.” “when you grow up and don’t have to ride the short little yellow bus anymore you’ll probably feel differently”
Comment: “public transportation favors the one company that can reach the deal with the City…public transit is corruption!”
Two traditional chanukiot on a heatproof glass board, with all 9 candles lit
A hand holding a large gold-foil-covered chocolate coin. Embossed on the coin is what looks like maybe a stingray? Wearing a fore-and-aft hat and a coat like a pirate or maybe a sea captain.
Fitbit warning message: Your heart rate rose above 120 bpm while you appeared to be inactive. Dec 17, 8:16-8:26 PM
Sylvia, a middle-aged white Jewish lady, rides the escalator at Sherbourne Station on the TTC. She’s wearing a black CAN99 mask and a black long-sleeved mock-neck shirt. She’s raising her eyebrows really high for some reason.
Sylvia stands in a busy optician’s display room, wearing a white 3M Aura mask and a pair of wire glasses frames with the little rubber nose pieces. She looks slightly stoned because the optometrist dilated her pupils.
A pair of glasses sitting on a MacBook touchpad. The glasses are aligned strangely because the nose bridge has snapped in half. Next to the glasses is a @lingthusiasm sticker reading “Linguistic correctness is just a lie from Big Grammar to sell more grammars.”
Jackson, a black mini poodle, lounges on a grey sofa with a lighter grey cardigan tucked around him. Only his face and one paw are visible outside the cardigan.
Focaccia in a blue pyrex lasagna pan. It is golden brown and crunchy-looking, full of pits and valleys, sprinkled with herbes de Provence because I didn't have any rosemary left.
Jackson, a black mini poodle who needs a haircut, sleeps curled up on top of a fuzzy grey sweater. His snoot is millimetres from one of his back paws.
Reply-guy comment reading: “have you considered that other other people don’t want to have that system, it is not voluntary? But there is a solution. Let’s say for example Democrats wanted those things (we know most of them do not, but more of them than republicans do) why not do them within the party and leave republicans without the benefits? You could also make a group of people that agree with you, you can connect on line, and cost share, etc? No permission from people that disagree needed. In either group or party, you can tax each other as needed and pay for what is needed. You can tax the wealthier members much more, if they agree with your philosophy, they will like it. Certain employers can join and only employ those in the party or group. As it works better and better, others will join and the party or group will grow. You can even have many groups all with slightly different socialist policies within the group and they can compete naturally for members [cont’d in next skeet]
Reply-guy post reading: “You misunderstand taxes and government. We are not a collective. Taxes are taken and once taken belong to government employees to spend as they see fit. They are not your taxes, they are not voluntary, nor do they give you more rights in a public place. But as I tried earlier, I am going to opt out. Enjoy your bus rides and volunteering. Your primary service is in your paid work, that is what others value the most.”
Sylvia, a middle-aged white lady with brown hair and glasses, stands where the path meets the sand at Santa Monica beach. She’s grinning and holding her arms straight out, like she wants to hug the beach. Behind her the same stretches towards the sea on the left and hills on the left.
A white woman with brown hair and glasses, wearing jeans, a t-shirt, and a 3M Aura N95 mask, sits cross-legged on the floor in a car cafe. A black cat is perched on one knee; a grey tabby stares attentively from in front of her other knee; a magnificent floof chills in the circle of her arm. In her other hand she holds one of those tubes of delicious cat-treat gloop.
They don’t serve meat!! I need meat with my eggs!!! The baker is awesome by far the best bagels in the city!!
Jackson, a black mini poodle, stares at the camera. His snoot is front and centre. His human’s foot is also visible, since he is perched on the edge of the couch next to her, staring into her face.
Ebook cover: THE MIDNIGHT QUEEN by Sylvia Izzo Hunter. Cover design by Tara O’Shea
Shiny red Raycon earbud charging case nestled coalition up to a dog toy shaped like an Ugg slipper. The label says “PUGG.”
Sylvia, wearing a 3M Aura mask and a purple t-shirt, sits in a Canadian Blood Services donation chair. Selfie frame says “Join my team! Blood.ca/PFL”
Walmart e-commerce page for 365g box of Post Sugar Crisp cereal
A red wireless mouse and a mint green fountain pen sit enthroned on a thick casebound book, spine facing the camera. A mug of tea, a tea infuser, a reusable tumbler, and a random giraffe sticker are visible in the background.
A chanukiah with 4 candles lit. It sits on a glass cutting board with wax spots on it, on top of a stove that has seen better days.
Jackson, a black mini poodle, yawns, long pink tongue extended dramatically. He is lying on a day bed with colourful afghan and pillows, and under his front paws is a purple plush dog toy.
Sylvia, wearing a long-sleeved tee and sweatpants, leans one elbow on the roof of a red 1982 Toyota Tercel Wagon in the driveway of her parents’ house. It is 31 December 2018.