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!
Monday 6 to Sunday 12 April 2020 was another week of isolation, but it seems that I’m starting to settle into a new pattern. Is this good? Or bad?
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It’s Day 25 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation. A trip down to Sydney on Friday provided some relief, but also a reminder of how bleak everything is becoming.
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My week of Monday 30 March to Sunday 5 April 2020 was a psychological transition, really, from the Beforetimes to the Quarantimes. The only productive thing I accomplished was a podcast, but I think it’s a good podcast. Oh, and the Serbia thing.
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It’s Day 19 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation. People are starting to realise that things might be different in the Aftertimes, and some of them don’t like it. Also, God bless Jared Kushner.
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When you’re stuck at home by yourself with a lot less work to do, your mind starts to think its way down some curious laneways. That’s what happened in my week of Monday 22 to Sunday 29 March 2020.
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It’s Day 10 is Stilgherrian’s isolation, at least how he’s counting it. America is doomed, and the Easter Bunnies in Wentworth Falls look very sad indeed.
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