What scares me more than the virus? The response to the virus.
What scares me more than the virus? The response to the virus.
If you want to eat macaroni and cheese at 2 am and wake up at 1 pm only to watch Netflix for 5 hours then okay. And yes, that’s pretty much how it is now and it’s perfectly acceptable.
Sunday, March 29th, 2020 The Butcher’s Bill 10:30 AM, PDT (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 691,867 Deaths: 32,988 United States Cases: 130,478 Deaths: 2,314 Misleading Stats Most mornings I get up, put on the coffee and look at the numbers. Nationwide they still go from bad to worse. I try to take some solace …
Saturday, March 28th, 2020 The Butcher’s Bill 6:30 PM, PDT (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 663,037 Deaths: 30,851 United States Cases: 123,498 Deaths: 2,211 With the exception of Bio-Rad most of the businesses in our little town of Hercules exist to support the residents who commute elsewhere. To call Hercules a town is overestimating …
Oh, a storm is threat’ning My very life today If I don’t get some shelter Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away Friday, March 27th The Butcher’s Bill 11:00 AM, PDT (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 558,502 Deaths: 22,251 United States Cases: 91,255 Deaths: 1,353 As of today there are 25 states under a statewide …
A personal journal of life during the time of covid-19 Thursday, March 26th, 2020 The Morning’s Butcher’s Bill (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 492,603 Deaths: 22,184 United States Cases: 66,057 Deaths: 946 The day starts on an inauspicious note. I’m waking up to Nancy Pelosi’s weekly news conference and it’s less than inspiring. On …
My San Francisco is a series of posts that describes my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco pieces might be photo essays; they might be life stories or they could be commentaries. They might be a combination of some or all three. My impressions aren’t always paeans to San Francisco; it’s a …
You passed them by as they left and you looked the other way, awkward, nothing to say. They were already gone, ghosts who’s memories haunted the productions lines.
There’s something heretical about buying a few cans of Spam, a frozen pizza, toilet paper and a sixer of Coors Light and then asking the checker, “Oh and can you ring me up a six foot noble fir please?” Some things just have to remain sacred.
“I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered …
The Life in My Years 