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!
A series of episodes of The 9pm Edict produced in the early months of the Covid-19 pandemic, when it felt like a day-by-day or week-by-week account of how it was affecting me personally might be a good thing to do. But the months soon dragged on, and I stopped. However I might record a final episode looking back once it’s all over. Assuming it’ll ever be “all over”.
It’s Day 33 of Stilgherrian’s coronavirus isolation. He’s settling into a routine, but others are starting to get restless and are demanding release. Meanwhile, Donald Trump is going insane.
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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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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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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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In a second and much briefer diary-style podcast, I talk about fear, and about how to avoid being overwhelmed by the news as the COVID-19 pandemic rolls into Australia.
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In this episode we, well I, start thinking about the impact of a certain global pandemic, including some references to the past. It’s not all doom and gloom. Kinda.
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