Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!
Ten weeks of COVID-19 lockdown. In the week of Monday 25 to Sunday 31 May 2020 we heard that some restrictions will be lifted in NSW, and the United States descended into chaos. This photo of Sydney Harbour Bridge is an attempt to cheer me up. It has failed.
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It’s Day 72 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation. The results of his COVID-19 test from Tuesday’s magical nasopharyngeal swab have arrived.
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It’s Day 70 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation and he’s developed a cough. It’s time to go for a COVID-19 test and experience the joy of a nasopharyngeal swab.
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In my week of Monday 18 to Sunday 24 May 2020 I shed a tear when I saw how some of our international students are having to be supported by ad hoc community charities. Our governments have failed.
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Thanks to the COVID-10 lockdown and, it must be admitted, quite a bit of laziness, the entirety of my week of Monday 11 to Sunday 17 May 2020 was spent less than 50 metres from my bed. Well, from the house. I did get out of bed a bit.
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It’s Day 60 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation. Prime Minister Scott Morrison is starting to tell us it’s time to move towards opening the economy. But with COVID-19 infections in the US at such high levels, are we moving to early?
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