6.27.2024 – just stay in bed and

just stay in bed and
read a book – basically you
just suffer through it

Doctors advise resting as much as possible while sick. If you’re up for it, take a lap around the block — “you should not be completely inactive,” Dr. Sax said — but don’t push yourself.

“Some people like to take long walks,” Dr. Smith said. “I just stay in bed and read a book. Basically, you just suffer through it.”

Dr. Davey Smith, an infectious disease specialist at the University of California, San Diego and Dr. Paul Sax, the clinical director of the division of infectious diseases at Brigham and Women’s Hospital on how to deal with having the FLiRT variant of the COVID virus as quoted in the article, A Guide to Managing Covid This Summer By Dani Blum who joined The Times in 2019 and has reported on Covid-19 since the early days of the pandemic.

Why was I reading this article?

Because after 4 years of NoVid and staying covid free hidden away in the low country (despite being a travel mecca) we finally got the covid.

Along with feeling like we have been run over by a truck, having covid has been as much fun as we ever imagined.

The day I came down with it we had been at the beach and I had been battered by big waves and voiced the opinion that those waves really beat me up.

But it wasn’t the waves beat me up, it was the COVID FLiRT variant.

Oh BOY!

Disappointed that we finally got the crud but I was more surprised at the reaction I got when I went to the local doctor-in-a-box for a professional covid test and to check on the latest covid guidelines.

The clinic I went to said thy don’t do covid tests anymore without an appointment so they can order in a test.

There are no guidelines – stay home if you can – where a mask maybe

They even said that if they, the PA and the Nurse I chatted with, get it, they are expected to be at work if they feel able …

Oh well.

I don’t feel up to taking a lap and getting out for a walk in the 90+ heat and humidity is about as attractive as it sounds.

Luckily, I guess, I can work remotely so I have been all week, but one of these days, when I am sick, I am going to follow Dr. Davey Smith’s advice and just stay in bed and read a book.

And just suffer though this.

6.26.2024 – hatred of chaos

hatred of chaos
falsenesses of memory
bridges of delight

Remembering also
the memories of these things, and the deep magic
wrought upon them by the falsenesses of memory:
the shell become a jewel, the sand become a desert,
the waves become the ineluctable hatred of chaos,
the weeds and mosses become as bridges of delight
wonderfully windswept, archangelically designed,
fairylifted and void-defying, between
one fever of darkness and the next; whereover
nimbly I send my messengers, and they return, swiftly,
with that fantastic nonsense which feeds the soul.

From Landscape West of Eden as printed in Selected Poems by Conrad Aiken, Oxford University Press. 1961.

In just this one fragment of the 44 page poem Landscape West of Eden, Conrad Aiken uses grand words and phrases like:

memories of these things
deep magic wrought upon them
falsenesses of memory
the shell become a jewel
the sand become a desert
the waves become the ineluctable hatred of chaos
the weeds and mosses become as bridges of delight
wonderfully windswept
archangelically designed
fairylifted and void-defying

All combining into fantastic nonsense which feeds the soul.

In the New York Times Review of the poem, written on May 5, 1935, Mr. C. G. Poore starts his review with, “WHEN Gertrude Stein became a national institution she incidentally gave readers courage to say they could not understand what they were reading. The custom has spread.

But Mr. Poore closes his review with these words: “We admire Mr. Aiken’s Integrity, but we just do not understand what he is talking about. The fault is with us; poems about angels obviously should not look for understanding to earthly creatures.”

The fault is with us.

Poems about angels obviously should not look for understanding to earthly creatures.

Is that not fabulous?

6.25.2024 – regardless of wars

regardless of wars
rumours of wars and the rise
and fall of nations

The Ojibways are probably the most numerous of the tribes that roam the vast Hinterland north of the fifty-first parallel; and regardless of wars, rumours of wars, and the rise and fall of nations, oblivious of the price of eggs, champagne, and razor blades, they wander the length and breadth of the land, which, with the one proviso of game being in plenty, is at once to them a kingdom and a paradise.

They overcome with apparent ease the almost insuperable difficulties incidental to a life in this land of violent struggle for existence.

By a process of elimination, the result of many generations of experience, they have arrived at a system of economy of effort, a reserving of power for emergencies, and an almost infallible skill in the detection of the weak points in Nature’s armour, that makes for the highest degree of efficiency.

From The Men of the Last Frontier by Grey Owl (Archibald Belaney) (1888-1938), Charles Scribners and Sons, New York, 1932.

What is the price of civilazation?

Take into regard of wars, rumours of wars …

the rise and fall of nations.

Pay attention to the price of eggs, champagne, and razor blades.

Stay in one place with the one proviso there is a Meijer or a Walmart filled with plenty.

This is at once to us, a kingdom and a paradise?

Something got lost in translation somewhere.

6.24.2024 – all the realm shall

all the realm shall
be in common when I am king,
… as king I will be

Be brave, then, for your captain is brave and vows reformation.

There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny.

The three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops, and I will make it
felony to drink small beer.

All the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to
grass.

And when I am king, as king I will be —

Jack Cade in Henry VI, Part 2 – Act 4, scene 2 by William Shakespeare.

Big Bill wrote that 1591.

Jack Cade’s rebellion against Henry VI took place in 1450.

On Thursday, either of those two guys who want to be President could use the same lines.

Promise bread and circuses or fire and destruction and base that promise on that it will happen when … when I am king, as king I will be —

About Mr. Cade, Wikipedia says, On 12 July, 1450, in a garden in which he had taken shelter, Cade was overtaken. In the skirmish, Cade was fatally wounded and died before reaching London for trial. As a warning to others, Cade’s body underwent a mock trial and was beheaded at Newgate. Cade’s body was dragged through the streets of London before being quartered. His limbs were sent throughout Kent to various cities and locations that were believed to have been strong supporters of the rebel uprising.

6.23.2024 – live in a world with

live in a world with
more and more information
less and less meaning

In his opinion piece on the upcoming elections in Great Britain, I’ve seen all the ‘landslide’ polls – but they can’t tell us what’s really going on in this election, Mr. John Harris writes about political polls and polling, saying:

” ... So, for want of any other excitement, they have turned to another source of fun: opinion polls.

Has there ever been a campaign so dominated by them? For seven or eight years now, the most powerful polling companies have been developing so-called – and yes, I had to look this up – multilevel regression with poststratification (or MRP) surveys, which contact tens of thousands of voters, calculate results based on a range of granular demographic details, and result in findings that can be sifted constituency by constituency. The fact that YouGov used this method to unexpectedly predict 2017’s hung parliament has given it an air of quasi-scientific magic; now, the publication of one such poll after another is greeted in some quarters with a huge level of expectation.

The result is postmodern news that a certain kind of 20th-century social theorist would have loved. The Conservatives, the Telegraph screamed last week, are on track to “slump to just 53 seats”. The Labour party, it said, was predicted to win a mind-boggling 516. Here, it seemed, was full-blown Starmergeddon, and the advent of a one-party state. But no one had voted and nothing had actually happened. Nor, by definition, could anyone be certain that the predictions were in any way accurate. “‘We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning,” said Jean Baudrillard in his 1981 masterpiece Simulacra and Simulation. In this election, that distinction hardly seems to matter.

Let us boil that down.

Multilevel regression with poststratification surveys, based on a range of granular demographic details, and result in findings that can be sifted constituency by constituency has given it [polling] an air of quasi-scientific magic.

I like that.

Who knows what questions were asked and how they were asked and in what order where they asked.

Tell me what you want to hear and I will design a poll that produces results that back it up.

Mr. Harris closes his article with, “We should treat all those polls with deep scepticism; the best thing, in fact, may be to marvel at their arcane machinations, occasionally recognise their prescience, and laugh.”

I would laugh long and hard if polls in America didn’t make me want to cry long and hard.

But here is what I find so interesting.

When his wife lost the election in 2016, former President Bill Clinton mused that it was just like Brexit.

Unexpected.

The Brits went went did something totally stupid and did it in a totally stupid way.

Now it looks like the British electorate is trying to set things right.

Who am I to doubt.

The polls all say so.