Sunday, May 2
Super spreader events are providing daily excitement across the globe. We read yesterday about the 100,000 person Orthdox party near Safed, Israel, a mountain top hoo hah that led to fifty deaths by stampede and who knows how many more by Covid. Yesterday, 50,000 maskless idiots came to Louisville for the run for the roses. All crammed together, they watched three year old Medina Spirit, a horse, run to victory in the Kentucky Derby. They also drank like fish and ate like pigs and, most likely, infected each other with Covid. In India, a country battling so…
Tuesday, May 11
If the violence that erupted yesterday in East Jerusalem is any indication that the pandemic is over, then let’s have another Covid outbreak. Anything would be better than this.
It doesn’t seem to matter who is in charge, the end result is always tragic. How much longer is East Jerusalem going to be referred to as the “future” capital of Palestine. How much longer will check points keep Palestinians from access to the rest of the world? How much longer will Palestinians and Jews live in fear of a rocket exploding in their back yard?
Farm Blog 2019, part 43
Wild turkeys in my yard. They are everywhere.
The blog is ending. Time’s up and I’ve run out of things to say.
The last few days of August are always the same. The weather here in Wellfleet switches to fall, it’s cold in the morning and I need a sweatshirt. As I wait for the day to warm up (it will), I think about what comes next. I’ll be back to work in a few days, meeting sixty new freshpeople who will become my art students. Three hundred plus days before my next long break…
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