Tag: Covid

  • ODDS and ENDS: Still Sick, No Snow, and BLT’s

    (You’re a blogger, Harry)

    This time last week, I told you that I had a stuffed-up nose. What I didn’t realize was that it was a cold. In fact, the wife and I have been suffering through a cold for two weeks now. TWO WEEKS! This isn’t like the worst cold I ever had. No, it’s just a cold that won’t go away. I don’t get it. I’m the guy who washes his hands, and puts the mask on, keeps my distance, and all of the actions have rewarded me with the fact that I never got sick with Covid. Even when the pandemic was at its height in NYC – I was the guy in my family that went out and ran all the errands and dealt with people, yet I never got sick. And somehow, I get this little measly cold. Which I gave to my wife. And now we can’t kick it. I don’t get what’s going on.

    There are a good number of reasons why I enjoying living in New York City. And there are almost as many reasons why I hate living in New York City. (It’s a weird balance that I find many New Yorkers living with.) But one of the major reasons why I like living here is that there are four clearly defined seasons that I get to experience over the course of a year. Fall is my favorite, followed by Spring. The one I hate the most is Summer, which keeps getting longer and more humid. And that leaves Winter, which I do enjoy, (There is always a moment in Winter when I can’t feel my face, which usually lets me know that I am ready for Spring to come around,) and that is due to snow. I grew up in Texas, so snow was rare, and also one of the most treasured of weather treats. The forbidden fruit for Southerners, so to speak. Anyway, there’s been no snow this year, and the way it’s looking, there might not be any snow. Which is such a weird feeling. I mean, thirty miles north of the City, there’s plenty of snow. But here, it feels like a wheel is missing on the car. It’s just not the same, and it makes me think it’s not running right.

    Is there a BLT restaurant out there? If not, that’s my million-dollar idea.

  • Short Story Review: “Future Shock” by Peterson Berg

    (The short story “Future Shock” by Peterson Berg appeared in Rejection Letters on January 9th, 2023.)

    (SPOILERS AHEAD! – I think…)

    I know I have brought this up many times before, and I will be bringing it up again, but I really am enjoying all of the stories that are now coming out that are dealing with how Covid affected us. (The other night I saw a trailer for “Sick” which I believe is a horror movie set during the pandemic. I mean, if there is a film genre that is primed to deal with the anxiety of Covid, a horror movie seems pretty damn perfect.) Though the story “Future Shock” is not an overtly Covid story, I feel the pandemic is in the subtext Peterson Berg’s piece.

    Sorry to overly simplify the story – the narrator watches the movie “The Parallax View” a thriller starring Warren Beatty from the 70’s. There is one specific scene in the movie where a woman is trying to convince Beatty that people are being killed and she will be next. Beatty doesn’t believe her, and that scene jump cuts to the woman, now dead, laying on a table in the morgue. The viewing, and then obsessing of this scene leads the narrator to make a few quick and rash life decisions, which then cause him to withdraw from the world. After a few intervention attempts from his sister, the narrator is able to return to the world, at which point his with drawl may have been due to cold feet of upcoming events.

    The resolution of the story did strike me as bit of an easy button to end the piece, but what I feel brought me to that conclusion was that Berg did an excelent job of building up the anxiety, obsession, and confusion taking place in the narrators mind. And though this is not a stream of consciousness story, Berg’s writing does a great job of telling how the narrator latches on to this one scene from that movie, and keeps looking at it, replaying it, examining it, looking for some new revelation or discovery. All the while, the narrator makes quick observations of the world around him, and the tiny space he occupies in his apartment. A wonderful sense of claustrophobia is created in this story – of being trapped in this place, but also in the narrator’s thoughts.

    We might be past the dangers of the pandemic now, but I think we are now coming to terms that we all did some slightly weird or crazy shit to get through it. I am clearly in the camp that we should explore what that experience was like, and not ignore or deny what we went through. “Future Shock” is a welcome story to remind me that I also did obsess on a few things to get through it.

  • ODDS and ENDS: Tottenham Lost, TNF, and Setbacks to Working

    (Yo Momma Jokes Welcomed!)

    Yeah, I know that Tottenham lost to Sporting CP in the Champions League. I also know that this is the Group Stage, and there is a lot of football left to be played in the tournament. And I know that Spurs were due to lose a match at some point this season. But it was the way that Tottenham lost: two goals at the very end. Now, as is the theme with my football coverage, I know nothing about Sporting CP, but what I do know is that they were the much better team in that match. Tottenham looked tired and conservative. They had some good chances with Royal and Richarlison especially, but again, where was the Son/Kane connection? And Hugo Lloris can only do so much for this team, which gets me back to my original point of that, this team crapped out at the very end. It reminded me of Spurs teams past who were very aggressive in the first half, only to be beaten in the final ten minutes of the match. Yes, it was one match, but the way this team has been playing – finding ways to not lose – might be coming to an end, leading to more losses. The Son/Kane duo is the key, and until they become a treat on the pitch again, this team could start floundering.

    Thursday Night Football – I can’t get over how much it feels like a money grab on the backs of the players. But I like watching Ryan Fitzpatrick. So, I’m torn.

    And then there is the big setback, or maybe it’s an opportunity. We were not selected for the free after-school program at my daughter’s school. It’s a lottery system, so the students selected at random, but we were counting on the kid getting in. For a very simple reason, the after-school program would give me the ability to go and get a job. The kid would be in school from 8:30 to 5:30, and between me and the wife, one of us would be able to drop the kid off, and the other could pick her up. In that situation, I could re-enter the world of full-time employment, and work a normal 9-5. I know I am not the only parent at the school that was counting on their kid getting into this program, as I know many parents are still trying to get back on their feet after Covid, and childcare is still hand to find, and when you do find it, it’s terribly expensive. I’m trying to Zen about the whole thing. For one, I get to spend more time with the kid, which is truly a gift. Second, this could be an opportunity. I don’t know how it’s an opportunity, but I feel that if I keep saying that, over and over again, then I just might manifest an opportunity out of thin air.  Anyway, setbacks are part of life, and we have to find a way to keep moving forward.

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  • Post-Covid NYC

    Yesterday, before I was so rudely interrupted, was my first day truly traveling around New York without a mask. Last week, Gov. Hochul ended the mask mandate for public transportation, thus making all of New York City, and State, mask free. Clearly, if you want to put on a mask, you still can, and from my observations, some people still are. Not many, but still enough.

    I ran errands yesterday, and to accomplish this, I needed to ride the subway. I chose to do this without a mask on. I have gone two and a half years of masking up when I took mass transit, cabs, and Ubers, and I wanted to see what my reaction would be non-masked.

    Oh, so long ago, when I got fully vaccinated, I stopped wearing a mask outside. Now, I followed mandate procedures for transportation, and if the business required a mask, I complied. But that first time walking the dog without a mask on felt very weird. I felt exposed, and very vulnerable, even though I knew I wasn’t. It took some time getting used to it.

    This go around, I didn’t feel any of that while I was down on the platform, or riding on the subway. Though I will add that the car on got on didn’t have many people on it, but on the far end was an old guy that kept coughing, which did make me feel a little uneasy. On the whole, it felt rather normal. Yet, I know I wasn’t on a subway at rush hour, and crammed with people. That situation might cause a different reaction from me.

    Covid isn’t over, but it feels like Covid is over. The kid’s school isn’t requiring masks, and we don’t have to do a health screening before class. All of the teachers are without masks, and just a handful of kids come to school with one on. Everything has now moved into the optional realm, so… It’s like we’re done.

    And I agree with that, to a point. From my perspective, all of these mandates and health rules were put in place to keep people healthy and safe, because there wasn’t a vaccine to stop Covid. Now that everyone has access to the vaccine and booster, I don’t see any reason why anyone should be forced to put a mask on, and I also believe in the reverse of that; no one should force someone to take their mask off. It’s personal choice time, do what you want.

    And having said that, I will continue to get my boosters, as will my wife, and as will my daughter. And, I will also continue to look at all the people who told me that masks do nothing, and that Covid wouldn’t be any worse than the flu as the idiots they are. Just because things have gotten better does give your stupidity a pass.

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  • ODDS and ENDS: Kids are Back, Doomsday DJ, and Protect Kids and Not Guns

    (Is that a flying pig in the sky?)

    I have started watching The Kids in the Hall’s new season in Amazon. As with all of these nostalgia reboots of stuff from the 80’s and 90’s, some fall rather flat, and leave you wondering why it needed to be rebooted in the first place. (Looking at you Fresh Prince.) First of all, I don’t think The Kids in the Hall are a reboot, as it feels like a solid continuation of the original show. Second, The Kids are just as biting and internal as they have ever been. Yes, they are older, but that alt/punk subversive vibe is still there. Their humor was never topical, and their best stuff always had to do with the relationship between characters.

    Which brings me to “Doomsday DJ” a darkly humorous bleak sketch with just Dave Foley and Melanie’s 1971 hit “Brand New Key.” Though the sketch, which is in three parts and the clip is only the first, takes place in a world where DNA bombs have fallen and destroyed just about everybody on the planet, it has an eerie present feeling to it. Was the sketch’s creation influenced by the Trump years and Covid isolation? Clearly, yes. But man, Foley’s expression of desperation and loss with his eyes becoming unfocused, only to snap back to reality to do his “job” on the radio. I think everyone can relate to a similar feeling during the lockdown, watching tv on the couch, and wondering, “Is this really how it will all end?” The Kids tapped into a zeitgeist in the culture that I don’t think anyone has been able to express correctly. I know I said above that they don’t do topical jokes, and I hold to that, because the joke here is the internal struggle of the character to continue in the face of ultimate doom. Amazingly, we all know what that feels like, and now we see you can make fun of it.

    Protect Kids and Not Guns.

    Protect Kids and Not Guns.

    Protect Kids and Not Guns.

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