“But the dancing plagues aren’t the only form of dance the Black Death inspired. Following the devastation of the Black Death, art and allegorical literature took up the theme of dance as well. As early as 1424, we find artistic renderings of the Danse Macabre, also known as the Dance of Death. In the Danse Macabre, Death, depicted as a dancing skeleton, leads people from all walks of life in a final, fatal dance to the grave. Despite one’s wealth or power or lack of either, all must join in the Danse Macabre.”
Lets do it Lets dance Lets dance across the floor Yeah lets do it Lets dance Lets do it some more
“That kind of naive optimism in the face of encroaching disaster is a pitfall of owning a human brain, several experts on the psychology of risk perception told me recently.
People have trouble appraising exponentially growing problems, seeing exactly how they themselves might be affected, and understanding the best way to help when disaster arrives. Our brains aren’t designed to anticipate threats such as pandemics, which allows the tiny, brainless pathogens to get the upper hand as we fumble along.
The only way to counteract these biases, experts say, is to prepare ahead of time. Which is, alas, something the United States also failed to do.”
Tell you once, I’m gonna tell you twice Everything that I do, Watch me, Heed my advice
It’s a dull, cloudy day here at Rancho DeNada, partially because of the weather.
That’s the gun range. Which I rebuilt after some assholes destroyed it. Picasso said every act of creation begins with an act of destruction. Maybe so.
Let’s tear some shit up.
Delaney wants to rescue old dogs and keep them out here on the farm. I told her one old dog out here waiting to be rescued is enough. Maybe I need one of those posters. It would look something like this. And sound something like this.
I can hear the Chuck-will’s widow over by the corner pond. He hangs out over there, I hang out over here. Sometimes we hear each other. I heard the coyotes earlier. Again.
I momentarily forgot how much I dig Jimbo Mathus‘ music. Then I heard this today.
Come find me, and we’ll have a good ole time.
I can’t even imagine what the end of this COVID-19 situation is going to look like. I’m not even sure how I want it to look.
“Oliver made sure to tell her professor her parents were divorced prior to introducing the two. The mother-daughter duo did a practice run before the office hour call to make sure they executed the plan smoothly.”
Girls with curls and big long locks And beatnik chicks just wearing their smocks Walking high and mighty like she’s number one (She thinks she’s the passionate one)
“It did not have to be this way. If the Trump administration had not bungled testing, if it were not to this day jerking and lurching in obedience to the president’s latest ego demand, we could by now begin to see the way to a safer reopening in the next few weeks.
As is, the United States will be nearly as blind in May as it was in March. The testing regime remains bottlenecked and slow. Contact tracing barely exists. The people called back to work in the next few weeks will wear masks and stand farther apart from one another. But we are nowhere near the point of promptly identifying sick workers and effectively isolating them while they remain infectious.”
Leaders take us far away from ecology With mythology and astrology Has got some words to say About the way we live today Why can’t we learn to love each other It’s time to turn a new face To the whole world wide human race
“The White House on Thursday issued guidelines to states outlining a three-tiered approach to relaxing social distancing measures. But while Trump boasted of the country’s comeback from the coronavirus’ grip, health care authorities say that rushing to reopen the economy without adequate measures like widespread testing could have disastrous implications on containing the virus.”
But they bobbed and weaved, And smiled at you with their yellowing teeth When things unravel, who will be there with the needle? It’s plain to see why there’s two kinds of laughter in the world
“The precautions that kept Avtges away from his wife of 61 years took an emotional toll on him, his family said, and it pained them to see him upset. So last week, with the help of a friend and some acquaintances, they pulled together an unconventional plan to get the couple back together.”
A lovestruck Romeo sang the streets of serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Finds a streetlight, steps out of the shade Says something like, “You and me, babe, how about it?”
“A 6-foot-3, 250-pound former football star who played for Northwestern in the 1996 Rose Bowl, he wasn’t fazed by much. ‘To worry about myself, as a 44-year-old healthy man, didn’t even cross my mind,’ he said in an interview Monday. But on March 12, with his wedding day two months away, Padgett became the patient.”
It would sure do me good to do you good Let me help
“But the doctors generally offer the same advice before proceeding. ‘Now is the time to call your loved ones and tell them all the things you want to say,’ one doctor at NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital/Weill Cornell hospital said he tells his coronavirus patients before they are intubated. ‘I’ll come back in 15 minutes.'”
I gotta go, I gotta go And you said, “Please stay, I want to, I want to, I want a drink of water, I want a drink of water, Go in the kitchen get me a drink of water.” I said, “I gotta go, I gotta go, baby.” I said, “I’ll send, I’ll send somebody around here later. You know we got John comin’ around here later With a bottle of wine for you, baby – but I gotta go.”