Busy day today, so I’ll just share a few of the shows (and a movie) that are (and are not) getting us through the COVID-19 sheltering-in-place.* Last Tango in Halifax: A sweet story but with some grit. It doesn’t get high marks by way of stars, but I like it. Self Made: The story of…
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Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Thirty
This coronavirus has me thinking about the impact of small things. Unlike an invasive seed stuck on the bottom your shoe that you can remove with a scrub brush, you cannot tell whether an infectious COVID-19 particulate has landed on your finger. Like the fungus that’s killing ‘ōhi‘a trees, some microscopic organisms are destructive. The…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Twenty-Nine
In The Wild Marsh, Rick Bass quotes Paul Gruchow in his epigraph: “To inhabit a place means literally to have made it a habit, to have learned how to wear a place like a familiar garment, like garments of sanctity that nuns once wore. The word habit, in its now-dim original form, means “to own.” We own…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Twenty-Eight
Costco still doesn’t have toilet paper. But, at least, there wasn’t a line to get in the store, as there was two-and-a-half weeks ago when I went. But let’s talk about masks. Everyone is wearing them. It’s a mandate by the mayor and encouraged by our governor when in public, and everyone is complying. Homemade…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Twenty-Seven
It’s taken me 27 days, before I’ve finally gotten around to writing about Mark Twain. That surprises even me, since so many of these blog pages have been devoted to the Old Bastard, as I tend to call him. A few stories have published in the last few weeks about Mark Twain’s tour of Italy…
Writing in the time of COVID-19: Day Twenty-Six
Yesterday, my friend Anne, who is also writing during the COVID-19 pandemic, posted on Facebook that she was requesting writing topics. In marketing-speak, that’s called crowd-sourcing. “If anyone has a suggestion of something to write about (including research), I’m all ears,” she wrote. I guess I was feeling spunky. “Ears,” I typed. She fired back,…
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