So it turns out the US actually did cause this pandemic.
By funding the Wuhan lab to study and manipulate bat coronaviruses.
Can anybody explain why it’s necessary to fund research in unfriendly totalitarian regimes? Are there no labs here in the US? Particularly of the kind where janitors don’t take lab animals home to eat them?
Today, Klara and I played that I’m Gorgona and she’s a pink baby unicorn. I find her in a cave, pretend to be nice, wrap her in a pink blanket, and bring her home. That’s it. That’s the whole game. We played it non-stop for 3 hours. I thought I’d go nuts.
The only reason we stopped is that she fell asleep. I’m afraid the game will continue tomorrow.
I don’t mind playing. I’m actually quite good. But this a very repetitive, boring game. Oh, how I wish I were still a drinking person.
Wow, people are really bored. I tried to sign up to bring something for teacher appreciation week but all the slots have already been taken, and people are promising to cook complicated meals instead of buying a box of donuts like they usually do.
It looks like James Baldwin us shaping up to be the winner of our poll.
I don’t know if I mentioned this before but I first discovered Baldwin back in Ukraine, at a little bookstore that bought books in English from tourists or from hotels where people abandoned them. That bookstore (which obviously came into existence way after the USSR ended) was how I discovered Toni Morrison, W.B. Maxwell, James Baldwin, Barbara Vine (aka Ruth Rendell), Tom Clancy, and Ann Rule. This is a very eclectic selection but I had to take whatever was available to me.
Just Above My Head was my birthday present to myself this year. I even timed it to arrive exactly on April 18, which is hard because Amazon is erratic.
Keep voting, though, and I’ll share more stories about each of these books.
A published article gets retracted by a journal because the science in it hurts somebody’s fee-fees.
This is one of an avalanche of cases where scholars are censored, fired, hounded, and unpersonned for sharing their findings. People who don’t want this to happen to them (which is pretty much everybody) school themselves never to believe anything that can get them in trouble, never to question any dogma, and only to regurgitate the talking points that diversity administrators dictate to them.
Like one of the reviewers of my article wrote, “if you continue with this line of reasoning [on the Spanish poetry of 2008-9], you might arrive at the point where you support Brexit!” Poor fellow would probably have a fit if he knew that yes, I supported Brexit.
Wow, so in America, too, there was a phone number you could call to find out what time it was?
We had that in the USSR! And it feels really nice, for some reason, to know that it existed here, as well.