Between when I saw this image on The Guardian and bounced it from my phone to my desktop, it had rotated off the top screen, so I can’t snag the URL of the page it was on. It may be [guard]
Stderr
All the unbuffered error messages
Between when I saw this image on The Guardian and bounced it from my phone to my desktop, it had rotated off the top screen, so I can’t snag the URL of the page it was on. It may be [guard]
I declared June 10 to be “facial recognition” day, and this year I didn’t do a posting about it.
Being an anti-scientific chucklefuck kills people.
Does this look like we’re done with the outbreak?
In one of the TWiV (This Week in Virology) podcasts, they briefly mentioned a book by Ed Yong, I Contain Multitudes. [I guess the publishers are not Bob Dylan fans] Several of the doctors said they thought it was great, or it was on their reading list, so I added it to mine.
Mitchell and Webb are good at sly social commentary as well as silliness. If you haven’t seen their “are we the baddies?” sketch, go search it up on the internet; it’s great.
There’s no way I’m the only person who has had this idea. But I don’t see a lot of talk about it, so it seemed like it was worth exploring.
[Warning: medical models and vintage tools]
It is, sort of. The thing is that it’s a “flu” nobody has resistance to. Usually the flu comes through every year and a few people die – more than have died, so far, of the coronavirus. The difference is emotional – it’s the difference between squirting blood from an arterial wound, and having a bloody nose. We’ve all had bloody noses and we know how to handle them and mostly, we’ll be OK.
In 2001 (or thereabouts) I attended some health and safety events sponsored by the Alliance of Professional Tattooists.
In 1999, I was returning from teaching a class at Arthur Andersen University in Downer’s Grove near Chicago. At the time, I lived in Baltimore; it was a short flight.