White House staff now will be tested daily and I’m filled with the glee of schadenfreude; daily, deep-probing nasal swabs couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of people.
In this edition: language, the safety net, clinical trials, raw onions, Pushkin, mutation, genetic superiority, soap-box racing, zip codes, music venues, density, public space, the New Deal, and Amazon.
In this edition: testing and tracing, innovation, restaurants, urban density, Cassandra, and ghost kitchens.
In this edition: city streets, pricing by algorithm, barbershops, NASA’s ventilator, brutal numbers, old movies, NPCs, llamas, excess deaths, mariachis, coffee history, Muggletonians, air pollution, and the political conversation.
We can relax, everybody: the llamas got this.
In this edition: autism research, men ditching books, peeing in the pool, coronavirus confusion, liminality, reopening Oregon restaurants, Oregonian death rates, mental health in quarantine, public space online, informal public characters, sidewalk chalk, intelligence, the Gross Domestic Product, the Anti-Mask League, Latinx disparities, compulsory masks in 1919, vote-by-mail hypocrisy, and saving .ORG.
Having gotten little sleep and less rest since 5:00 because my doctor still has not solved my months-long inability to sufficiently breathe through my nose, I of course now also am being battered by construction noise outside my bedroom window.
Rob Manning examines what Oregon’s infection numbers can and cannot tell us about the pandemic in Oregon, given holes in reporting and gaps in testing.
Oregon Health Authority reports that new projections from the Institute for Disease Modeling indicate that social distancing measures in the state should remain in place at least until the third week in May.
Fuck. There’s already a run on famotidine (I couldn’t get my prescription filled; it took three stores to find any over-the-counter) and now the FDA is pulling all ranitidine products off the shelves, which will only put further strain on the famotidine supply.
That feeling when the bandaid on your finger slips off the plunger for one of your three nasal sprays effectively causing you to punch yourself in the nose.
And then an Oregon doctor calls for intentional infection to beat SARS-CoV-2. I’m sorry, I mean an Oregon dermatologist.
Well, okay, now I’ve got problems. Kaiser pharmacy called, and one of my sinus sprays and my reflux meds are unavailable, with no ETA. That last one, especially, smarts.