This virus does not respect Johnson’s delusions of national character, says Fintan O’Toole, columnist with the Irish Times
Great stuff.
In order to stay positive, I am trying to limit my intake of news. I want facts, not sensation. Even some of the output from those sources I deem to be more measured have arguably strayed into the unnecessary at times.
The BBC has been getting loads of stick lately, some of it deserved, but I think their coverage of this has been pretty good. I think it’s been calm and useful and not at all sensational.
I’m all for being safe on the web but Firefox is starting to get a bit too snooty about which sites it will allow me to visit. I don’t need all the hand-holding.
…the songs of John Prine feel genuinely radical in their reverence of the specific, the local, the small. They suggest that in amongst the unexamined nuts and bolts and wood chip and whiskey of so-called ordinary working lives you can find the big stuff—hope, love—life even—in all their corniness, and ask us to go on living, in spite of ourselves.
The current crisis has made it clear that I’ve never heard of most of the UK gov cabinet members. Changed days.
Lipogram in “E”
Today, ninth day of furlough from work. Is that a fitting word? Furlough sounds akin to holiday and fun.
Shut away. Finding things to do is not too difficult. Books, music, radio, podcasts. I’m sliding into an out of the ordinary way of living. Why worry? As long as food still shows up at the door now and again all is good.
With family, pals, and wisdom, bring on tomorrow!
Starting to get a bit stir-crazy. Here’s a filtered photo of my current favourite mug.