165 red all over

Today is a bit of a struggle, I tweaked something in my back. 

Here are a few screencraps that have been accumulating this week, plus a couple from this morning.

We start with a pat on the back for San Francisco.

And news that an infected person at one event in Boston back in February has so far spread to 3% of all cases in the US.

How many is that?

180,000 people so far.

Then we move into people's current shopping mood. Looks like we want our phones to work when the power goes out.

Let's file that one under: #SingularityNow.

The clock is ticking toward Tik Tok and dear leader's September 21st showdown.

Last week the CDC, at the command of dear leader's DHHSS, dropped its recommendation for people who have been exposed to Cov2 but have no symptoms to get tested. In other words, if you're asymptomatic, you're fine. 

That is a bit problematic, because asymptotic people can spread. But in some minds, it will make the numbers look better.

Of course, if people are spreading without knowing, ultimately the actual number of sick people will be more, regardless of what the testing numbers say.

They probably meant "decrease." Yep, we're still waiting a week for test results. 

When? By November. Let's see, that's a quarter million tests a day, or about two million a week, in a state with 40 million residents. So the whole state could get tested in... Uh... 20 weeks. That's around next April. 

Something tells me many of us will indeed be needing tests by then.

The short take is hold your nose and vote for Joe. But we gotta be more lefty than that.

One day it's this.

And then this.

And now again this.

Here's a discouraging statistic.

Maybe by next year we'll have figured out how to close a street and turn it into outdoor venues. Maybe.

Dear leader, despite apparent incompetence, apparently knows how to avoid catching Covid-19.

But you know, seriously, we do too much testing. It makes us look bad.

MAGA.

Heather Cox-Richardson, nailing it.

Here we are, at the delta point. And they're trying to remember the words to the Tri-Delt fraternity song.

And it's all right in our faces, bald faced lies.

But here's a hot bit of news...

What if instead of bombs falling or a civil war, the dollar went away! Hyperinflation, or just, worthless. Unable to trade internationally, coins horded at home, ATMs trashed, barter and? 

Here in SF we're between 6-7% positivity rate, and you can only go inside essential businesses and retailers, everything else is outside or closed.

In Iowa, they're debating closing bars, but only in towns with (open) universities.

Curious about how many people are being infected outdoors, I went looking for info.

Most of what I found cited older stuff I've already talked about, but I did find a couple tidbits.

Passing an unmasked jogger ten feet away is probably less dangerous than talking to your unmasked friend on opposite ends of a bench for an hour.

And a crowd of four is safer than a crowd of a hundred, or a dozen.

Even outdoors, six feet might not be enough.

Check the zip code map before coming over to our house.

Again, length of exposure matters.

Unless, of course, you're running with them.

So really, what are the odds of getting sick outside?

20 times less than inside. 

Personally I'm surprised how green "indoor well-ventilated and masked" is. Unfortunately, it's not dinner theater green.

Unmasked, you're screwed. It's back to social distancing and lockdown.

This got me hopeful.

But not so quick, says the city.

Purple is the new panic.

The Special Educator sent this over. Basic gyst: let water flow more naturally, stop trying to make man's world.

Certainly nature will rely on this strategy.

Pretty sweet abode.

Total societal collapse is one.

Time is another.

Water can do very quick work.

Translation: it's not survival of the fittest, it's fitting in to survive.

File under: future housing. Rad!

Career aspirations.

Maybe, we'll see.

Make that 40,000 new residents.

Someday.

I will ride again.

Be safe everyone.