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Day 248

Notes from the bunker

We passed a quarter million American COVID-19 deaths today. The virus is surging, hospitals are reaching capacity, the mortality rate is ticking back up, and the lockdowns are starting again. In a few days, an order goes into effect here in Philadelphia banning all public and private indoor gatherings until at least the end of the year. Gyms and museums are closing, indoor dining at restaurants and bars is halting. Outdoor gatherings are to have limited head counts and no food or drink. Masks, masks, masks.

For the most part, this doesn’t change much for Leah and me. We’ve had people over one or two at a time to share a distanced meal in the backyard and give them a quick tour of the house. We’ve had some distanced picnics in the park with friends. We’ve done timed-admission visits to the Art Museum and the Mütter Museum. But mostly we’ve kept to ourselves, worn masks when we couldn’t keep to ourselves, and avoided being indoors at non-essential businesses. We had already decided not to see our families for Thanksgiving and Christmas, but the government’s post facto validation of that decision doesn’t make it suck any less.

The good news is that two vaccines, from Pfizer and Moderna, are showing promising results in clinical trials. If things continue going well, large-scale distribution could begin in the spring. But a lot of people will die before then, and as far as I can tell, distribution details are still fuzzy and unproven. The refusal of the outgoing presidential administration to coordinate with the incoming one doesn’t help.


Right, so the election happened. As expected, the results were not known on Election Night, and when it was clear several days later that the incumbent president had lost, he predictably refused to concede. Eleven days later, that refusal continues, as does his barrage of furious tweets and lawsuits baselessly alleging widespread voter fraud. As a matter of political survival in a party whose bloodthirsty base is still in thrall to a vengeful tyrant, most Republican officials have likewise thus far declined to acknowledge that Joe Biden is the president-elect.

Meanwhile, in the reality-based community, the dancing in the streets following Biden’s victory was a wonderful catharsis, but it was more about the removal of an absolute travesty of a human being than the installation of a hero, and it’s truly disheartening that a massive amount of people voted for four more years of nightmarish bullshit, even if over 5 million more people voted against it. Through the magic of American democracy, Biden’s sizable popular vote margin translates to the same amount of Electoral College votes (306) won in 2016 by the guy who lost the popular vote that year by nearly 3 million. And thanks to that same crooked system, which values land more than people, the success of Biden’s agenda will require an outsized effort from Democrats to wrestle the Senate away from Republicans, whose representation of 15 million fewer Americans than non-Republican senators doesn’t keep Republicans from having a 53–47 majority. And so, just as an insurmountable popular vote margin in the presidential election mattered less than the whims of a few thousand people in battleground states, all eyes are now on Georgia, whose runoff elections in January have a slim chance of tipping the Senate to the Democrats. Even if the Republicans lose the Senate, their lopsided command of statehouses and the judiciary will continue the gerrymandering and retrograde court decisions they hold so dear.

I know, I know, snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. Having a leader of the free world who believes in something other than himself is a big step forward. It’s just infuriating that our system of democracy has allowed so much power to be amassed by people who—even with a minoritarian advantage—can’t win without suppressing votes, people who got us to the point where common decency in the Oval Office is cause for dancing in the streets.


I don’t mean for these posts to be such a downer. I guess they’ve become a repository for my negative energy. It’s a miserable year for everyone, to be sure, but I haven’t forgotten that my continued health and financial stability make me very fortunate. And I’m not moping around as much as my plentiful gripes would suggest.

Leah and I finally got our custom shelves to a state that allowed us to unpack our books, and it’s transformed our home immeasurably. I’m looking forward to sharing details about the process when the project is officially done.

We’ve also found some comfort in slowly working our way through Schitt’s Creek, which, in addition to being very funny, manages to be a champion for kindness and gentleness without being overtly corny or slight. Of the escapist entertainment I’ve indulged at a higher rate than usual this year (understandably, I think), Schitt’s Creek feels less like a fantasy than a reminder that, at the micro level, we’re more than capable of being good to each other. Now let’s just work harder on the macro.

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Day 23

Notes from the bunker

I went for a bike ride early Sunday morning. It ended my longest indoor streak yet: five full days. I suppose my area of Brooklyn bustles more than most, but after reading about how everyone staying inside had given major cities the appearance of ghost towns, I expected a lot less activity. And more masks. The CDC’s guidance recently shifted to a recommendation that everyone cover their nose and mouth when going out. It makes… See more →

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Day 78

Notes from the bunker

I live in Philadelphia now. While I was still in Brooklyn, I aspired to get outside every day, but my stretches indoors got longer and longer. My last one was 11 days. I’m getting out much more regularly now, and it feels good, but it’s invariably an exercise in frustration. The latest CDC guidance says that surface transmission, while possible, is much less likely than transmission via respiratory droplets. Nevertheless, at least half of the… See more →

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Day 167

Notes from the bunker

I’m at a low boil pretty much all the time now. I think the past three weeks or so have been a little better, but I’ll still sometimes catch myself snapping at Leah over something impossibly trivial, or throwing my hands up in disgust and falling into a prolonged funk at the slightest annoyance. This week’s Republican National Convention, a substance-averse cult gathering which kept Hatch Act experts busier than ever, didn’t help. With the… See more →

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The Imogen Poots Index

Twenty-eight weeks later, how close is this pandemic to ‘28 Weeks Later’?

COVID-19 has made much of the U.S. a remote workforce for 28 weeks now, prompting the obvious question, “How does this pandemic stack up against the one depicted in the 2007 horror film 28 Weeks Later?” In the film, a solid sequel to Danny Boyle’s classic 28 Days Later, the world is besieged by the Rage Virus, which launches everyone it infects into a mindless, murderous frenzy. (Some filmgoers might refer to the infected as … See more →

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Day 232

Notes from the bunker

Tomorrow is Election Day. The polls say the path to victory for the incumbent president is a very steep one. But after 2016, no one trusts the polls, no matter how many articles explain how pollsters have adjusted their methods since then. (For the record, 2016’s predicted margins didn’t give me anywhere near the level of confidence in a Democratic win that everyone else seemed to have.) Anyway, anything other than a landslide Election Day… See more →

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Day 248

Notes from the bunker

We passed a quarter million American COVID-19 deaths today. The virus is surging, hospitals are reaching capacity, the mortality rate is ticking back up, and the lockdowns are starting again. In a few days, an order goes into effect here in Philadelphia banning all public and private indoor gatherings until at least the end of the year. Gyms and museums are closing, indoor dining at restaurants and bars is halting. Outdoor gatherings are to have… See more →

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Day 304

Notes from the bunker

Nearly 4,000 Americans died of COVID-19 on January 6th, a new record that was all but completely ignored as our horrified gaze was averted by an even larger number of Americans laying siege to their own United States Capitol, egged on by none other than the president himself. In the week since, as the president has been banned from social media and grudgingly condemned the riot while refusing to accept responsibility for it, as cabinet… See more →

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Day 365

Notes from the bunker

On March 10, 2020, I attended what would be my last indoor public gathering in a long time, a US Air Guitar competition at Saint Vitus Bar in Brooklyn. I was ambivalent about going. We were still holding out hope that the coronavirus situation would be contained, but that hope was feeling more and more naive. “I love you,” I told my friends, “but I’m not touching you.” That seemed responsible. Masks weren’t a thing… See more →

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Day 472

Notes from the bunker

Leah and I have now been fully vaccinated for six weeks. During that time, restrictions around the country have loosened steadily, and even in indoor public spaces, masks are disappearing, as are plexiglass barriers and floor decals encouraging social distancing. We’ve had gatherings of family and friends in our home and attended them in others’ homes. We’ve hugged people. We’ve ridden on buses and trains. I spent a day in New York, my first since… See more →

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Day 536

Notes from the bunker

I’m in chronic funk territory again. Not the the good, George Clinton kind of funk, but the bad, “how can this many people be this reliably disappointing” kind of funk. The Delta variant has been in full bloom for weeks and ICU beds in some areas are reaching capacity again, making June’s steady drumbeat of reopening feel like a naive daydream. Masking indoors in public is back in vogue, not that it was gone for… See more →

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Day 779

Notes from the bunker

A commonly expressed example of American excess is the fact that we constitute just 5 percent of the world’s population but consume a quarter of its resources. We haven’t quite reached that level with our share of the world’s Covid deaths, but our current 15.8 percent stake is still a plenty potent argument for American exceptionalism, though obviously not the sort of argument the exceptionalists prefer to make. Our Covid death toll makes well over… See more →

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Day 1,001

Notes from the bunker

A few hours after my last post in this series back in May, L tested positive, as have many other friends and family members in the months since. As someone who still has yet to contract Covid, I may now be in the minority among the people I know. Nevertheless, between staying on top of my vaccine regimen and absorbing the zeitgeist, my day-to-day caution is almost back to pre-pandemic levels. I usually carry a… See more →

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Day 1,376

Notes from the bunker

I’ve stared so intently at so many rapid antigen tests over the last few years, trying to discern if an impossibly faint second line was present, that I was entirely unprepared for how crystal clear my first positive result would be.

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