Unpublished Newswire
April 2, 2026 - 07:03 | Rob Westgate | The Globe and Mail
Once a friend of the former astronaut-turned-viceregal, John Fraser describes how Julie Payette crumbled into “perpetual petulance,” in this excerpt from his new book, The Governors General: An Intimate History of Canada’s Highest Office.
It should not have ended this way. It should have ended with a national celebration of an amazing, vibrant, and still young woman who managed to surmount all the challenges in a mostly male world; who managed to storm through a mostly male engineering school right up to the day she graduated...
April 2, 2026 - 07:00 | Special to National Post | National Post
April 2, 2026 - 06:42 | Andrew MacAskill and Muvija M | The Globe and Mail
Right now, right this second, there’s a huge warehouse somewhere with row upon row of servers humming away as electricity pours into them. Below that hum, a softer one: the sound of water coursing through pipes and running directly over chips that are creating vast amounts of heat. Deep in the caverns of this centre, wherever this place may be—an industrial park in Finland, or next to a suburb in Ajax, Ontario, or a massive tech compound in Texas—along the endless rows of metal and plastic and thousands of kilometres of wiring and circuit boards, there is a tiny, blinking light on a...
April 2, 2026 - 06:31 | Jeremy Thomas Gilmer | Walrus
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April 2, 2026 - 06:30 | Trina Moyles | Walrus
Come find me on the bench behind the lighthouse—
on the back slope of the south pier wall. The place
we came to share a codfish supper—where the packet
to the island lists and knocks against the rollers
and our shadows played on rock the builders blasted
from the harbour floor. Come find me on the Schlossweg
in Tirolo—where the alpine valley meadows sway in parables
of sunlight and the breezes from the basin are as cool as air
from mountain caves. We’ll linger over haselnüsse gelato.
Buy speck and German menthols. Make love until our bodies
ache. Come find me at the Seaport Farmers’...
April 2, 2026 - 06:29 | Phillip Crymble | Walrus
