Balaji Srinivasan, after apparently coming across this post, messaged me on Twitter to link this tome (when saved to Pocket and read on my Kobo, it is 77-pages long; for some reason it was published on Substack), but Jeremy Arnold lost me on what for me was page twenty.
That said, there’s apparently been a new employee push to oust her, this time also predicated on a culturally insensitive Pocahontas Halloween costume.
The “her” here of course is Steph Korey. Arnold loses me here because this costume isn’t “culturally insensitive”, it’s just plain racist appropriation.
It’s theoretically possible that Arnold’s novella is not just, “It’s about ethics in journalism!” but if you can’t even get racism right, I’m not going to read your next 57 pages.
Very weird moment for the Independent Police Review to drop a report on transit cops in the Portland area but honestly I just wanted to mention that I stared at the following paragraph for a really long time.
Despite TriMet’s efforts to put the uniforms of all involved law enforcement agencies on its website, the IPR says it can still be difficult for riders to distinguish certain law enforcement agencies by their uniforms.
It’s almost 1:00pm and I’m only just now about to get out of bed and you have to watch this thing I just watched.
Let’s talk masks again. My current sense is that the specific type, size, and cut of these Braddock masks easily has been the most comfortable on my face, causing me no sense of suffocation. (I’d gotten a three-pack, one each of the grey, charcoal, and black.) However, the elastic ear straps leave something to be desired both because one of my three masks (the charcoal) has a strap that’s already fraying and soon will render to mask unusable — and this after receiving a three-pack twenty-four days ago and not even using a mask every single day — and because ear straps tend to exert force on my ears (especially true with the black mask) of a kind and direction that often causes problems with the AirPods, which I need for the noise cancellation. Some might suggest finding this cut of mask but with around-the-head ties, but I have trouble tying things behind my head like that. What I really need, then, I think, is this cut and type of mask but with stronger elastic straps than these that go around the head like mask-ties do, instead of behind the ears.
Today’s brief photo opportunity during a mostly-unsuccessful errand outing which, if nothing else, established that even just 72º and sunny already is a point at which mask-wearing starts to become intolerable. High-80s are coming, and then summer.
Annie Vainshtein, writing about the loss of social smiling, suggests that “[a]s we ease into a paradigm shift for the way we make nonverbal connections with people, there will likely be misfirings and confusion, but also, perhaps, some room for experimentation”; and I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not it might broaden people’s notions of what social interaction is like vis-à-vis, say, autistic people — and then it turned out that Vainshtein actually thought to include an autistic person in her piece.
For some people, the potential for that shift has some elements of relief. For Fabo JaNecko, the degree of social privacy behind the mask has been a welcome transition for other reasons.
“As an autistic person, it’s great not to have the pressure to smile and interact with people when I pass them,” said JaNecko, 21, who lives in Oakland and works at a program for adults with developmental disabilities. “Usually in public I ‘mask’ so neurotypicals think I’m normal — but now the rest of the world has to literally mask.”
Me, I don’t mind the casual, passing acknowledgment of other people; it just tends to be an upnod (with mirrorhsades hiding an implied eye contact), maybe along with raised eyebrows depending upon the person and the circumstance.
For sure, it would be nice if people overly-reliant on smiles broadened their understanding of what counts as meaningful gestures of social lubrication, hopefully beyond simply relying even more upon eye contact. Vainshtein bothering to cast a wide net here makes me more sanguine about the possibility.
Deborah Blum answers basic questions from Undark readers about masks and hand sanitizer, while public lands managers in the northwest answer some more complicated questions about how to “recreate responsibly” this Memorial Day weekend.
In this edition: autism and actual masking, dining with mannequins, genetic drift, ousting Burr, cats and coronavirus, a new giraffe, black churches, reopening Oregon, COVID-19 and the brain, Oregon restaurants, the post-pandemic commute, bicycles, disability claims, the sage grouse, lockdowns and history, “Obamagate”, walking a trail, test failures, the privilege of escape, Multnomah County, the last Blockbuster, public shaming, and an invasion of goats.
Toward the end of this edition of Ouch (which actually comes from this edition of 1800 Seconds on Autism) there’s a brief discussion of autistic people and face masks that raises some other issues: on the one hand, they perhaps mean less emphasis on facial cues in conversations; on the other hand if you rely on “reading” someone’s lips to help you follow their conversation, that’s one less channel for you.
I’m glad The Washington Post published a piece by Shannon Des Roches Rosa about autistic people and masks; people need to understand that this isn’t just being willful or selfish. Of the potential issues she lists, mine primarily are “anxiety” and “sensory”. The feeling of suffocation is a big one, although my latest set of masks significantly lessens that sensation unless I’m already at a point of having low resources. My only issue when it comes to the elastic loops around my ears is that if the mask pulls to tightly, my AirPods Pro won’t stay in and I need the active noise cancellation to mitigate other autistic sensory issues. Ties potentially are an option, but I found with my DIY upcycled t-shirt mask that between the lack of line of sight and the required manual coordination (especially given not having line of sight) I am incapable of tying behind my head.
While CNN is reporting this as merely “appearing” to be a Ku Klux Klan mask worn by a man in a San Diego grocery store, read Gabriel Felix’s thoughts on being a physician confronting having to wear a mask as a black man. Extra credit: Alison Kinney’s history on the origins of the Klan hood.
Sunday afternoon: finally starting season three of the terrific Occupied months after it dropped on Netflix but the service neglected to have the new episodes appear in my queue; learning that even Stark’s Vacuums is selling masks; and listening to the dulcet thuds of the cats chasing a fly that’s somehow gotten into the apartment.