Coronavirus Lockdown Journal Day 78: how do we thrive from here?
Is nothing is as it appears? You know that house down the street with the Covid-19 quarantine notice on it? We're pretty sure it's empty. It's tied up in some sort of foreclosure fight, and the lawyer put that up to scare people away.
And then there's all this crap:
Or this:
She posed for Instagram, then got into her Mercedes.
"Insane despot." "You thought he would turn us into a third world country, well here we are."
https://www.facebook.com/210277954204/posts/10157606114519205/"A literal fascist takeover." That's maybe the scariest thing I've heard yet.
"If they just read Ready Player One," I said to my brother on the phone, "They would know what to do." We were talking about the youth unemployment situation. I was selling the idea of a virtual jobs program, something to give the kids something to do besides break windows and steal.
What could kids do online? Well, make more online. Learn skills. Document stuff. Add data. Play tournaments. Compete in all kinds of -athons. Hackathons. Gameathons. Buildathons. Chatathons.
I don't know, the point is, let's get creative about stuff to do, and then pay young people (all unemployed people, really) to do it.
Or, we can sit back and watch them throw bricks.
Here, ultimately, is my simplest and best take on humanity's position in the 21st century:
The sooner we adapt to use more internet and less fossil fuels, and less "stuff" in general, the better off we will be.
Conversely, the longer we cling to our old super-polluter, disposable consumer ways, the worse we can expect things to get.
The infrastructure of flourishing versus languishing is very fucking clear at this point.
File under: good news, maybe. Seasonal, maybe. Herd immunity, maybe (in Italy).
File under: we're learning
That guy was walking home from work at a hospital and saw cops chasing down a guy, so he started filming on his phone. Next thing you know, he was back at work. (As a patient.)
This guy was acting as a medic at a peaceful march, in daylight:
And everything is local. Here's a notice posted by my friend Matt, who up until recently was running a successful boutique gym:
Oh shoot, I forgot my face mask.
DC had lots of problems last night. Many people were unhappy. Awful stuff, really. Our forces are overwhelmed. We're being dominated by kids. Have I been to Minneapolis? Is that where the cheese is from? Can't believe I'm still president. That's me, right?
Just some bois hanging out on Market Street. Yeah, my guess is these "very good people" are not from the city.
In the picture at top, because as far as I can tell we're basically in this situation because we refused to start wearing masks back in February (or March, or April, or May, or June) we got our first bespoke masks, from friend the Photobomber. They're quite comfortable, although the look has definitely given me another reason to shave the winter beard.
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