I'm so upset that actual public health management has become so politicized. It's so dangerous to a functioning society.

That said, I read a Twitter thread yesterday about how in 1918, after the first wave of the influenza was over, the residents of San Francisco refused to wear their masks anymore, and the death rate began to go up again, and the public health chief had to make them mandatory, and it was a whole thing -- but it was the right thing to do, and even the people in opposition to the mandatory masks admitted so afterwards.

So I think this isn't new, and also: the problem with good public health management is that if you do it right, people complain and everyone thinks you're overreacting. Right now we're in the middle of it all and the complainers can't see how they're being helped by the restrictions. I do expect a spike in those areas in about three weeks, though.

due South is the best. One of my dS-related taglines comes from a fic:

"He doesn't snore," Fraser said, nodding at Diefenbaker, despite the fact that the Romanov brothers could have been wearing t-shirts that said, "We are not interested in making new friends," on the front and "We despise other human beings," on the back.

And another from an ep:

You're not going to get it. Sometimes in life all you need is that second chance, and that's the one thing you're not going to get.

Ironically, in light of earlier posts, when I stopped by the grocery yesterday evening, the only half and half they had was fat-free.

So I think this isn't new, and also: the problem with good public health management is that if you do it right, people complain and everyone thinks you're overreacting.

Yeah, 100% It's kind of like the Y2K bug, too -- so many people will say now, "It turned out to be no big deal!" Sure, because a ton of people you couldn't see worked their asses off.

Aske please unfollow or mute people on your twitter exposing you to Graham.

Connectivity at work kept going out so I came home. I have to go back in, I received 160+ paper applications that I have to cross check against a spreadsheet and the process any that are not already on there. Processing involves checking for sigs, stamping with another sig, scanning in, emailing to other dept., waiting for their scanned sig page back, entering on spreadsheet, emailing applicant, and filing electronically. Ugh.

Jesse, pretty much anything that's done right will go unnoticed; people notice - and complain - when something goes wrong. I work for a group that puts on conferences; every time, there's something that goes wrong, but staff run around and make sure no one notices. They complain if the rooms are too hot or too cold, if the coffee/snacks aren't up to their expectations. They never notice when someone had to do a fast correction for an A/V setup that wasn't working or when a microphone wasn't connected.

After I've soaped and rinsed my cloth mask, I use it as a washcloth for my face, then rinse again and hang it upbto dry.

That is genius. I had been washing mine when I came in and hanging it up to dry but the washcloth move is so smart! Probably should not try with my Vog mask, though, which is heavier material and takes forever to dry out so I just surface wash it.

Peanut butter sandwich for lunch today. Nom nom nom. Always makes me think of that Sesame Street magician

And the anti-quarantine movement is also fueled by state governments that are going to literally run out of money for Unemployment payments because they've already been stripped to the bone by the golden idol of Lower Taxes. So if they issue a Back to Work! order, and the workers refuse to come back to work, they can be fired, and then no unemployment is due from the state.

I am just over capitalism at this point. Can we overthrow the existing social order and economic system while maintaining social distance? Because that sounds good right now.

Probably should not try with my Vog mask

Yeah, that's not good. The masks I'm using are simple cotton fabric with drawstring ties, so they might as well be washcloths.

There's something ironic or poetic in the ability to defeat the coronavirus by just using ordinary soap.