Bert, Kim the landlady’s husband, has passed away, but in better news we’re rounding down our rent for the next little while….
sad tidings
Category: SARS-CoV-2
Abstract – Racial Capitalism
Racial capitalism is a fundamental cause of the racial and socioeconomic inequities within the novel coronavirus pandemic (COVID-19) in the United States. The overrepresentation of Black death reported in Detroit, Michigan is a case study for this argument. Racism and capitalism mutually construct harmful social conditions that fundamentally shape COVID-19 disease inequities because they (a) shape multiple diseases that interact with COVID-19 to influence poor health outcomes; (b) affect disease outcomes through increasing multiple risk factors for poor, people of color, including racial residential segregation, homelessness, and medical bias; (c) shape access to flexible resources, such as medical knowledge and freedom, which can be used to minimize both risks and the consequences of disease; and (d) replicate historical patterns of inequities within pandemics, despite newer intervening mechanisms thought to ameliorate health consequences. Interventions should address social inequality to achieve health equity across pandemics.
from Sage
poem ‘the open tap’
fantastical lights from faraway places
retain their moment in time and I mine
settling myself into the gendered slurry
that is English
those lights
candles for my bath
as I stub the life from this lepisma saccharina
here’s a snapshot
it will be six months later
during a pandemic
when I finally stir myself
to clean up its corpse
grey in life, grey in death
almost indistinguishable from the grout
I can’t write today, I can’t
I’m a mote, should be mute, a little scrotey
blemish on the terrifying backside of English letters
all jealousy, a tunnel through inadequacy
reaching up through all this debris
for a garden of kindness
a shield against the noise
instead
a mask
over the top of my face
years ago I got the plague mask
years ago
and on the bottom of my face
a white rectangle, broken into diamonds
a fabric diamond on my face
I never had one for my hand
I am a metagraph of ‘something into something else’
my mind and my DNA
once I had a face and now
because I love you
I do not
o father dear
Check out this METAL SNAIL.
I did absolutely nothing yesterday after I got home, well, apart from making some very yummy pork and noodles.
Also 250 words of fanfic.
MADE THE POST PRIVATE
So I posted about Katie but it wasn’t for public consumption because her ex is a person with difficulties.
Anyway, the point of the post is that these are sad times and we have to give ourselves permission to be sad.
@esylarur on twitter did that
Trash panda
from @justthefactsMs on twitter
Thinking of getting a tshirt that says @n@rchist f@sp@ brig@de
field hospital
Map of a temporary hospital – if Canada needs them. There’s a podcast here.
Did some mending yesterday, also some laundry.
Neville meets Boris
Boris Johnson holding “HIGHEST DEATH TOLL IN EUROPE” while inserted into the famous picture of Neville Chamberlain
bus shelter from the UK
schnitzel, not korean
Paul and I went for a walk. New Generations Grocery is closed except for pickup orders so that didn’t pan out, but Paul found the last of the Granville Island Lion Winter Ale and I succumbed to one and a half of them when I got home. We also picked up schnitzel from the Balkan House restaurant and so that was a 2k walk, half of it under load, so no surprise I was tired. We ate on the deck for social distancing (I got SO HOT in the mask, how will I cope in hot weather, I have to think of a dodge pretty soon or I’m going to be quite circumscribed in terms of what I can do and where I can go.)
I was fine for allergies for a while but I’m now feeling tender in the brain again.
Damn that schnitzel was good. Literally just got up and devoured some out of the take out container for late lunch or early dinner. The spuds were fine as well. NOM.
another good one
A sign of the times
Dave informs me that his masks have finally arrived.
Walk with Paul yesterday in Hilda Park.
Tremendous migraine yesterday, knocked me down for hours in the middle of the day and right now the pain behind my right eye is making me wobbly. aaaand there goes the right side of my visual field. Screw this noise, caffeine is required.
Martha Wells’ Murderbot novel Network Effect is out and I’m loving it so far when I can actually see with my eyes.
batman go slap
I literally slept all day yesterday, and then slept the usual amount at night. I’ve either got trypanosomiasis or I’m sickening with something or I’m depressed, and how would I know. I do know that I sleep to get away from my allergies, and the pollen count right now is higher than Cheech and Chong.
One of my fave Gorillaz song with a marble machine mashup.
current mood GARBAGE TRUCK BREAKS HYDRAULIC LINE kabooom
google earth image of Mongolian rivers
still giggling
so…. Dave and I were missing each other on Skype and finally we connected. I spent… it feels like I spent the first ten minutes of the call going On and fucking On, as one does, about how intelligent Buster is.
Mookie, Dave’s cat, promptly got up on the back of his chair, put two paws up on the bookshelf, and then, delicate, delicate, delicately extended one claw AND YOINKED DAVE’S WATER GLASS OVER. It didn’t break but Dave had to get up and get a towel. I got to watch the whole thing and instead of doing anything useful like warning Dave I screamed with laughter because I am, not to put too fine a point on it, a total weeb.
Then he jammed his hairy little face into the camera and for one brief second I thought I was disappearing into a tiger’s maw.
There are no eggs in Toronto, at least not for delivery.
No return
We won’t return to normality because normality was the problem.
Somewhat better mental health day. I had a good sleep.