Okay I have an interview out today and I feel I have to say the place you see behind me is not my apartment, it's someone else's way better apartment. All those cool objects? Someone else's. The lovely couch? Something I can only dream of owning. theguardian.com/books/2022/m…
broke my arm, can't go to the gym, can't really get earpods/ phone/ sling to work without hanging multiple items around my neck, so was forced into this practice a few weeks back.
It's been quite nice.
In 2000 I wrote a letter to their advertising dept. about one magazine advert I saw that straight up evoked imagery of women and early slave markets & explained how it crossed a line. They thanked me for my concern. Next week they put it up as a billboard on Alvarado & Sunset.
why not do a few bare minimum long-term measures: masks on public transport & in grocery stores/ pharmacies, invest in HEPA filtration for enclosed spaces?
There's a reasoned pragmatic middle ground between total lockdowns vs. "nothing to see here."
I figure the wheel is the wheel of fortune, & she's "pricked" by the spindle- prick is a euphemism for getting f*cked, going back to Shakespearean English at least. Sooo... getting screwed by fortune- can't outrun your fate or destiny.