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Revision as of 06:43, 25 March 2020
Discourse covid-19: day 9 | US: GA | info | act
I followed a YouTube tutorial about setting up a Wordpress install on Google Cloud, but instead of WP, I installed Discourse. It was pretty quick and painless, and I’m pretty impressed with myself. . . . OK, I’m over it.
The result is a new server running cool forum software for my students. I’ve used forums before with varying degrees of success. The most recent were on D2L, which I did not like. We know the medium is the message, so I’m hoping better software might mean better participation. 😂 . . . OK, I’m over it. Seriously, I do have to be strategic in my approach. Coupled with a few Zoom meetings, this is how my classes will finish online this semester. Here’s my intro.
Check out Michael T. Osterholm and Mark Olshaker’s piece in the Washington Post for a smart and sober view of the COVID-19 outbreak: “Facing covid-19 reality: A national lockdown is no cure”:
“ | We are in uncharted territory. But the best alternative will probably entail letting those at low risk for serious disease continue to work, keep business and manufacturing operating, and “run” society, while at the same time advising higher-risk individuals to protect themselves through physical distancing and ramping up our health-care capacity as aggressively as possible. With this battle plan, we could gradually build up immunity without destroying the financial structure on which our lives are based. | ” |
It seems we need to worry about everyday people and their financial situations. I’m still working, but many are not going to be able to. I’d like to see congress do something here. Except, true to form, the Republicans seem to want to give less to those who have less.
“ | The bill Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, R-Ky., released Thursday drew bipartisan criticism because many people would have gotten one-time payments of $1,200, but the poorest Americans — those without federal tax liability — would have gotten as little as $600. | ” |
God, we truly suck. And, no surprise, Trump is still a petulant asshole.
Also, Forbes reports that “Confirmed Coronavirus Cases Are Growing Faster In The United States Than Any Other Country In The World”:
“ | The number of confirmed coronavirus cases rose from 7,783 on Wednesday to 13,677 yesterday. The growth of 5,894 new confirmed cases in just one day equates to a 76% increase in cases in just a 24-hour period. | ” |
Of course we are. Uh, I’m going to go 🥃 now.
And now for the good news. Patrick Stewart is doing a sonnet a day on his Instagram feed. He’s starting with my favorite.
Sonnet 116
By: William ShakespeareLet me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixèd mark 5
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come; 10
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.