Counterspell

Cut thumbs and messy
love lives, 
you punch us
in the eye

from the grave
while the peanut-crunching crowd
watches the ripples
of the bodies and minds
pulled under
by the precise weight
of wounded words.

I want to tell you
both something:

The glossy black spider
outside my front door,
two red triangles
almost an hourglass,
could kill me,
but she hides away,
guarding her little ones.

My broken friends,
something forgives us all.

Drought, Fire, and God

Usually, I don’t respond to things on the Santa Rosa, California, Nextdoor site, but recently I came across a post while on the toilet that began innocently enough:

Posted June 14, 2021

Yes, rain is a huge relief; after some ellipses, the poster herself suddenly ducks out of the rain into a new age bookstore. While visualization is not a bad idea, it effectively does not rain here from early May through October[1]. I decide to read the responses; lower down, the original poster writes to someone else who is concerned about going overboard with the prayer and causing floods:

. . . whatever we think about and believe collectively will materialize from the infinite source of creation so let’s all together think think think day and night about rain falling outside our windows and smell the fragrance of wet ground outside… [sic-these are the poster’s ellipses here] that’ll bring us heavy rains if we so SEEK WITH BELIEF collectively! No harm trying! As for the floods, let our attention NOT go towards what we don’t want!

. . . . 

Our Himalayan master teaches us that we unknowingly constantly keep creating all incidences in our lives . . . . so if we think about floods or fires, we do it with negative emotions and that gets created . . . . wherever our attention goes repeatedly, all day along… [sic] that manifests around us so let’s try to channelize our attention towards things that we want!

Wait a second, Dr. Bronner! The half year drought of this part of California has been the regular thing for thousands of years, unrelated to human consciousness. It’s true that there’s no harm in trying, but once a guru is introduced, my skepticism of spiritual leaders rears its Jamestown-avoiding head. After that, someone mentions Capital C Consciousness, and the original poster chimes in again:

. . . Our master teaches that ‘We are the creator of our own destiny!’ Our subconscious mind which is a storehouse of our belief system creates incidences and every single object that we see around us day and night! . . . . Back in India, our master tells us that our ancestors and present day yogis in the Himalayas knew how to create rain or stop floods etc…. [sic] there is a wealth of ancient wisdom to be discovered and learnt but Mother Nature only reveals its secrets to those who become simple as a child and abandon the logic mind!

This is where I can’t resist jumping in. After the 2017 fires, the 2018 smoke from Paradise, the 2019 Kincade fire, and the 2020 fires, is it really time to “abandon the logic mind?” Spock would say that fires are very likely this year and that many things need to change in how California takes care of its forests, builds its houses, and gets its water. 

She also doubles down on the centrality of human consciousness. Am I watching the movie The Secret? Nothing existed before humans came on the scene? This new age philosophy is turning into some Himalayan guru-based version of creationism in which the world didn’t start with Adam and Eve; it started with a human’s subconscious beliefs. 

I don’t disagree with the power of the human mind. But observable reality has to be taken into account; I think this is where many spiritual points of view fail. If you abandon the logical mind entirely, you could end up freeing your soul so you can join a UFO flying behind a comet[2]; this is known to the non-believer as committing suicide.

While I am keenly aware how hard it is to face the reality of water shortages and fires squarely, I think that expecting miracles is not spiritual at all. Let’s say that California’s drinkable water runs out during September. If I can harvest oceanwater and buy a distillation system at that point, is it wise to ignore that and choose prayer? To me, that doesn’t seem like a very spiritual mindset; it seems like the mindset of either a lazy victim or someone who defines the word hubris. Plus, aren’t distillation systems enough of a deus ex machina?

Also, I have to wonder if the person who mentions floods is covertly alluding to the flood parable that you probably know: the one where people offer a guy on a roof a boat ride, a helicopter ride, and whatever. He refuses, saying, “God will rescue me.” Then he dies in the flood. He finally meets God, who says, “I sent all those people to rescue you. Also, I tend to help out more in floods than droughts for some reason. Don’t ask me why. People make up all kinds of stories about me. So, before you can enter heaven, I need you to go to earth as a ghost and tell everyone to stop projecting their shit onto me. Also, tell them to stop wasting time arguing on Nextdoor.”

Speaking of roofs, years ago I did a calculation on gallons per year falling on a roof when I was a landscaper. I was amazed by the number of gallons available[3], and now I don’t understand why rainwater harvesting is so rare. Some people use barrels, which is good, but they harvest a tiny fraction available of all the rainwater. And clearly, rainwater harvesting could solve a lot of the drought if we learned how to clean that water. I hope people are working on installing big rainwater systems for buildings; I also hope they are fighting political inertia.

Changing things in the real world is hard, and that’s why this Nextdoor post bugs me; I would love to take the spiritual bypass off the highway of reality. I wish I could just do nothing while claiming some spiritually evolved mindset, denying my anxiety, and praying for miracles. However, WWJD: Even though Jesus allegedly walked on water once, he didn’t rely on that every day but usually rode in a boat. I am putting everything my family absolutely wants to save in one place, ready for fleeing another frigging fire. At the same time, we are exploring new places to live out of state. That said, I don’t know what anyone else should do; I respect any solution that involves both reality and prayer.

Because miracles do happen, just not in the blind faith way. After four seasons of fires and smoke, believing in a positive outcome constitutes a big one.


[1] http://cesonoma.ucanr.edu/about/weather/?station=83&weather=station

[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heaven%27s_Gate_(religious_group)

[3] Here is the equation for the year 2020, a very low rain year with only 9.95 inches of rain (See reference in footnote 1 for data), based on my current roof: 2,000 sq. ft. roof * (12 inches/foot)^2 [squared] * 9.95 inches rain * (2.54 cm/in)^3 * ml/cubic centimeter * L/1000 ml * quart/.9464 liter * gallon/four quarts = 12,404.58. My roof is over 2,000 square feet; rounding to three significant figures based on the three significant figures of 9.95 inches gives a result of 12,400 gallons. When I replied to this post on Nextdoor I pulled 10 inches out of my ass (on so many levels. Like I said, I was on the toilet) as a low number and didn’t realize how close that was to 2020 actual numbers. Also notable from the cesonoma.ucanr.edu page are the years 2018 and 2019, where annual rainfall was well over twice 2020’s rainfall.

The Manliest Man

Richard Daniel Babcock, III, goes by the name of “Dick D. ‘Cock.” His garage is the manliest man cave you will ever see in your life. It is basically a bar that fits into a garage and is stocked with every kind of alcoholic beverage imaginable. It also has a lot of sports swag (too much for one person), a giant wall-mounted plasma tv that only plays sports games, and movies for manly men. It is lavishly decorated with pictures that are so inappropriate that they’re only worthy of a manly’s man’s eye. It is truly a man cave. 

Inside his house on the other hand, there are light pink frilly curtains, a sewing machine, cooking appliances, hot pink wallpaper, and, in the cabinet behind his mirror, a buttload of makeup. Before he invites his manly men friends to his man cave to drink and talk about manly man things, he goes into his car to watch videos of cats helping each other out. Like if one cat falls down, the other tries to lift it up. He cries and says, “It’s so beautiful.” Then, for the next ten minutes, he practices his smoking voice to sound like he was just smoking a couple of cigarettes, not watching feminine things. When his friends come, he says, “I was just smoking.” 

Richard’s friends are also very manly men in public, though they too like to get in touch with their feminine side at home. One of his friends has won the knitting world championships as Zoe Glamour. I don’t think that’s a thing, but I don’t care. And others like to do womanly things such as gossip about celebrities and buy the latest beauty products. They are so focused on keeping their secrets and looking like stereotypical manly men that they don’t notice when their friends’ manliness slips. One time as his friends were coming over to his manly man cave, Richard realized that he was in the middle of knitting and all his friends could see it so he quickly put it away, though none of his friends actually saw because they were too busy stuffing their lip glosses deep in their pockets and frantically removing their mascara. All of them go to the local knitting and bridge club and dress drag doing it. They do not want to get caught! They also do not realize that it is their friends who are in this club and that they are also dressing drag (it turns out there are no women in this club, just Richard and his friends.) 

On a sort of unrelated subject, today’s manly men are not manly compared to men from the paleolithic era. Men from preagricultural times had to go out and hunt giant woolly mammals (that could probably kill them in one blow) using a hand axe. Today’s manly men can just go order a pizza from Round Table. The manly men of the present era might have very ferocious bulldogs, but I don’t even know how many animals they dared to try to domesticate in the paleolithic era. And trying to domesticate scary giant animals is much manlier than buying a bulldog at the pet store. (No one from the paleolithic era would ever have cats, because the only cats there were saber-toothed tigers and would rather eat a human than be pet by one.) The thing is, women from paleolithic times are probably more manly than today’s manly man is. Sadly, we cannot study manliness through looking at people’s bones, so actually I have no idea. 

Amos Young wrote this piece. He also wrote about Tanner Lovelocks, and he’ll probably end up writing other stuff on this blog.

Not Another Frigging Coronavirus Viewpoint

Yes, that is a cheesy way to tie this article* to the website theme. Still, it works more than “What the Hell Do I Call This Piece?” or “A Journey through Hell with Jesus,” where readers would not know whether I were declaring myself Christian or doing some kind of mockery of Christianity. Although that would be fine, because I don’t know myself half the time.

Frankly, I don’t want to think about Covid-19 ever again. The fact that I am writing this article is mostly because a writing coach suggested I do so after reading, “We’re All Gonna Die!,” a piece which now looks like the viewpoint of an innocent leaving the Garden of Eden. If she hadn’t suggested both writing it and the flattering (but highly unlikely) possibility of being published in a certain widely read periodical, I wouldn’t have bothered. Writing this piece has been stressful as hell. Although I have observed that The (Barely) United States of America seems to be under the spell of some fossilized narratives about the pandemic. The expectation that I align my life with those narratives pisses me off enough that I have taken the inordinate amount of time necessary to write something more than: “Argh, virus mask make angry. Children sad, pound rock.” 

Let’s begin, then, with the asymptomatic spreader concept: The precautions we are now taking hinge on this being an actuality; if it’s not a real problem, then everyone who is noticeably sick stays home or goes to the hospital, and the rest of us live freely without worry. It certainly could be true, that some people spread the disease without having symptoms, but to what degree does this actually happen? It would be unethical to deliberately infect a group and put those who test positive for Covid but have no symptoms out into the world to see what happens. Yes, you can gather data and try to make conclusions, but that is difficult if you don’t know who the asymptomatic spreaders even are, because most of them have no reason to get a Covid test. In other words, this idea hasn’t been definitively proven to be of great risk, and it can’t be proven because of the ethics of it. Better safe than sorry? Yes, that is how we are proceeding; let’s admit, though, that it’s a big gamble to shut down everything based on the possibility that some asymptomatic people are spreading Covid while buying their organic lettuce. 

Another big problem I have with this asymptomatic spreader concept besides a completely intuitive skepticism, is that I strongly suspect that people are so out of touch with their bodies as to not notice when they have Covid symptoms. If you think that’s crazy, I submit that over 40% of Americans are obese; that’s a lot of people not paying attention to obvious health issues. Also, as my nephew Cliff pointed out, people are likely being deliberately dishonest at times about having symptoms. So, I think it’s more likely that the problem is not asymptomatic spreaders but both deliberately unaware and deliberately dishonest spreaders. That also explains better all the temperature checks and questionnaires. Moreover, while it is impossible to keep untested asymptomatic spreaders from infecting others, it is far more possible to convince people with symptoms to stay home. 

Admittedly, I’m not any kind of epidemiologist, and the disease is still spreading anyway. Here is where many readers will bring up the masks: “Regardless, the Covid numbers wouldn’t be going up except for those people who aren’t wearing masks and cooperating with the rules,” they say. That could be true, but it also could be true that masks don’t actually work well enough to “slow the spread,” because, again, we’re working with data and not carefully controlled scientific experiments where Covid-infected people with and without masks try to get others contagious. For those who say they “follow the science,” please remember that science is not settled on the various aspects of this pandemic. I suspect it will be in about 10 years, but it isn’t now. For instance, look at the crazy shit that people were doing to put Lysol on their groceries back in March, and now we’re told again (Michael Osterholm, now of Biden’s corona team, said this way back on March 10, 2020 [start watching at 1:20]) that “the data . . . really is just about breathing air [not about spreading coronavirus via touching surfaces].” So take the slogan, “I follow the science,” and research the difference between certainty as defined by science versus certainty as defined by propaganda. (Also, this article explains beautifully how the term “anti-science” has been used to label people skeptical of “the authority structures that support science . . . not science itself.”)

Furthermore, I noticed for a long time that discussions of immunity were extremely rare. For instance, I’ve long wondered whether immunity to other coronaviruses gives immunity to Covid-19. (The NIH published this article which practically begs for more studies to confirm whether “pre-existing T cell memory against common cold coronaviruses . . . . translates into some degrees of protection from more severe disease.” Also, this article from The BMJ presents the strong possibility that there is preexisting immunity to Covid-19. But this science isn’t, as far as I know, exactly given much visibility in the mainstream press.) And wouldn’t it be more helpful to discuss daily how to shore up the immunity of the general population instead of lowering the population’s immunity with the constant focus on the possibility of death from this coronavirus? But immunity is a more complex topic. It’s easier to declare another war on something, especially when our media for the most part assumes we Americans are too stupid to think about complex things. That said, more articles about immunity are starting to show up recently, I think. See this one from National Geographic; also the latest edition of National Geographic (February 2021) has an article about the role of viruses in human evolution generally. 

Okay, here is where I acknowledge I could be full of shit so far, and that is really fine with me. Having to be right about things is a burden I don’t want. My real aim is to move toward the truth of our situation. The real problem, I think, is with the prevailing argument in the U.S. news. The prevailing thesis, if you will, is that “everyone must do everything they can to stop coronavirus while we wait for herd immunity from the vaccine.” A friend of mine argued this with me over text while I was helping my son clean up a plate he just broke. The points of my friend’s argument were that, in his case, he is high risk (diabetes) for complications from corona, and corona is indiscriminate, so people in San Francisco’s Marina District, for instance, shouldn’t be eating together outside in big groups. All hands on deck, no tolerance for anyone blowing off the precautions. The weak point of this viewpoint is that this stance at its extreme has flipped the burden of proof, whereby any activity possibly linked to spreading corona should not be allowed. Instead of having to prove something could lead to infection, people have gone to such ridiculous lengths as the aforementioned washing of groceries, trying to stop teenagers (not possible at any time) from hanging out together, and insisting that wearing masks outside just for walking by someone is necessary. Anyone with OCD about germs now has validation beyond their wildest dreams. 

Further, as evidenced by this NBC article, this stance argues that opening society all the way and letting Covid-19 run its course would be immoral and socially Darwinist. Which is a strong point of this narrative because it is unfair to the high risk to throw them under the Covid bus, number 19.

Meanwhile, the seeming antithesis to that idea of abundant precaution is that all the precautions are too much and a threat to dearly held ideals of American freedom, right to privacy, and right to not give two shits. From this point of view, those who are high risk can protect themselves and don’t need societal lockdown to happen. The vulnerable need to take care of themselves. It is basically a Libertarian stance, and I think that only people considered white in the U.S. can manage being Libertarian without self-combusting.

The weakness of this viewpoint is that it is, in its extreme form, lacking in active compassion. The high risk might have a very hard time not being infected if nearly everyone around them, including any caretakers, has it. Paradoxically, this stance could be helped by a corresponding non-Libertarian-type commitment to shield, as a nation, the high risk from any risk of infection by such practical interventions as delivering groceries to them without delivery fees, so that they do not have to be exposed to vectors of disease.

Overall, this polarizing of and intense focus on an issue strikes me as very American. Where does this leave those of us who are very much okay with letting go of the illusion of having some kind of omniscient certainty? In their extremes, these two narratives either argue for overly controlling society or doing nothing in the face of a sometimes deadly virus. Perhaps a synthesis is possible, and that only seems impossible, because of the old familiar polarization of Democrat versus Republican. The compassionate against the uncaring. Or, from the other lens, the wimpy against the strong. Where is the plan that takes both saving lives and personal freedoms into account? 

For while citizens argue with one another about masks, the elephant (or donkey) in the livingroom is that our “leaders,” for lack of a better word, suck. As my nephew Alex (Yesssss, Alex, love itttt!) stated presciently in June, the Covid issue was being kept high profile in the media because of the oncoming election. Does anyone really believe either party truly represents the people? Look around: A great case in point is Governor Cuomo of New York, who sent corona positive patients into nursing homes and now is writing a book about his exemplary response to an ongoing pandemic. While the other obvious example is the ex-President himself, who had the power to mobilize a real response and failed to care about anyone besides himself.

In fact, the lack of real leadership has placed a heavy burden on you, on me, and on every citizen. How would this pandemic have gone if the nation had had a prepared pandemic response and widespread testing so that we could actually measure numbers and get accurate infection and death rates? How would it have been to not have to adjust for the fact of unprepared hospitals? 

Here is a personal example that illustrates the kinds of decisions citizens regularly face now. My son got a runny nose on a Saturday. Due to his nursery school’s Covid-19 policy, he needed to be either symptom free for 10 days or get a negative Covid-19 test result in order to attend school again. Our choices were either to do what they say (allied with the Democratic stance) or lie and return him to school as soon as his symptoms abated (allied with the Republican stance). In the first scenario, we take on the burden of testing or 10 days away from school. In the second, we take care of ourselves at potential risk to others. Both choices sucked.

How would this situation be in a nation where there was easy access to Covid testing and confidence in the medical establishment to have enough resources to heal people? Maybe he has a slightly runny nose at home, and there exists an easy at home Covid test, so he can get right back to school if negative. Further, anyone could be sure they were neither a symptomatic nor asymptomatic spreader by regular testing. Lockdown would be unnecessary; sick people could stay home or go to the hospital until well. Does it sound like a pipe dream? Before you accuse me of idealism, note that a small percentage of the defense budget (actual spending well above $900 billion for Fiscal Year 2020) could’ve been used to make testing abundantly easy instead of forcing us to make shitty choices like this. And my family is lucky because we have health insurance, and getting him tested was only a mild inconvenience. However, predictably, his whole school closed down again recently because a staff member had a positive Covid test result, even though this staff member had no contact with my son’s class. Fun!

The fallout from the lack of national preparedness just in the paucity of testing is that we are doing all these things like having to wear masks just to walk by someone on the street. And not hug each other, and to develop pods. With regular testing, all of that would be unnecessary. Let’s not even go into detail about how, for example, the State of California used to have a pandemic response but gave it up.

And so, the next time you are annoyed at someone for either wearing or not wearing a mask, know that you’re not really pissed at them, but you are pissed off that the burden of how to deal with Covid-19 is being placed on you because, as usual, a partisan fight obscured the fact that our government has misplaced priorities and couldn’t come up with a good solution. That is the real ripoff here.

Now, please enjoy this brief intermission.

But opinions are like assholes. Some have hemorrhoids, while others are regularly exposed to enemas. As I stated above, I have no desire to hold the burden of omniscient certainty. To be truthful about the bases of our opinions, I believe, can lead to a healing of The Polarized States of America. I originally went more towards the Libertarian viewpoint because I have two sons to raise, and the precautions and lockdown took away nearly all supports in that effort without any seeming awareness or acknowledgement of that. The argument I heard from people who were more enamored of corona precautions went something like this: “My mother survived in London during the German bombing, so you can deal with no school, no friends for your kids, and no babysitter so that I can feel safe with my diabetes, heart disease, obesity, etc.” (Rebelliously, I convinced my wife to keep our one babysitter from day one of the pandemic. Thank God.) This argument demanded that the whole nation be concerned about potential suffering from corona. At the same time, those presenting it expressed indifference to the deep suffering of children and parents (and small businesses, the unemployed, people needing regular medical treatment, etc.). This self-righteous demand for concern for one group while expressing total lack of understanding for other groups could be the new definition of irony.

And so, the schools shifted the burden of childcare wholly to parents. In my case, we chose homeschooling (shoutouts to khanacademy.org, duolingo.com, my retired art professor mother-in-law, and a local hip hop dance instructor) this August for my older son after he got a repetitive stress injury in his neck from being on the computer so constantly from March through May. For my younger son, we quickly dropped the ridiculous idea in April that distance nursery school was anything more than watching children get progressively more upset on screen. In August, his nursery school did reopen. Teachers wear masks, and we now drop him off at a set time in the parking lot. This is not unlike leaving him at a prison. In other parents’ cases, they have chosen to go along with distance learning, which means that children are on the computer for hours at a time. That often sucks. I must emphasize that, as always, those with enough money have an advantage and can send their kids to in-person private schools (as we do my younger son three days a week, fortunately affording that, but are not able to with my older son). 

The fair thing would have been to take care of all citizens from Day 1 instead of predominately the high risk. Maybe everyone could’ve clapped for parents and children every day as well as the essential workers. And also clapped for those who lost a loved one to suicide or an overdose, those who couldn’t be with a loved one while they died, those who don’t have health insurance, those locked in a house with their abuser, those groups still marginalized such as the First Nations living within our borders, those who lost employment, those who lost their businesses, those who died, those who are full-time (24/7, not just 40 hours a week) caregivers of the elderly, and nearly everyone else. Everyone is a hero for dealing with both the virus itself and the precautions. (Except for the celebrities who patronized us with an off-key rendition of Imagine to inspire us from their mansions. And a certain citizen who very openly showed his true colors, orange and supremely white, on January 6, 2021. By the way, how can anyone in their right mind believe in the QAnon reverence for this person, given that he clearly does not care about children?) There is a lot of suffering to go around, and if you’re going to clap for essential workers, wake up and smell (or don’t have the ability to smell) the coffee. Who has the right to compare suffering of one kind with another? Who has the right to demand others suffer for their sake? And what the hell does all this clapping do? 

As a side note, I have to admit that I sometimes have mild symptoms and occasionally wonder whether it is Covid and whether I’ll be dead in two weeks so that my obituary can read: “Unknown Writer and Anti-Outdoor Mask Wearer Dies of Covid; Ha Ha, It Serves Him Right.”

So now I have to tell you why I don’t wear a mask outside. See the point about burden of proof above. Has it been proven that Covid is passed around outside by strangers walking by each other? Okay, I do know that thing about slipstream and whatever. But, again, has it been proven? No, it’s been shown to be theoretically possible. So, no proof equals no mask outside for me (unless close and face to face with someone for a long period). You may hate me for this, but I don’t care, because in actuality, I am committing no kind of breath rape and actually give people space as they pass by if they want it. And my at risk loved ones, I will wear a mask for them anywhere and any time they want me to. And, yes, like rape, Covid-19 seems to be lurking behind bushes outside, but is usually found among friends and families.

Can I also be brutally honest here? Even at 4,400 deaths in the U.S. per day, this is not Ebola, nor is it HIV in the 80s and 90s, nor is it the Black Death. It is a disease that is very dangerous to some, and some precautions are necessary. But it is hardly fatal most of the time, and would it be possible to stick to the precautions that are reasonable? If wearing a mask inside does some good, then great. But can we stop with the unnecessary nonsense? There is a line between caution and letting the germ OCD people take over policy.

Personally, the bright side of taking clothes off a clothesline on September 27, 2020 at my house in Santa Rosa, California, while hearing gas tanks blow up and seeing a red glow hover above the closest ridge is that I experienced the difference between a real threat and a sort of threat. Wildfires are a real threat to me, and Covid remains a more distant one. 

So how am I going to explain this time to my sons in the future when they ask why they had to grow up for a couple years with such stress? I assume now that I’ll have to explain that the United States was run by ambitious people who wanted to not die but also ignored all the children living with little human contact other than families and sometimes teachers. And that it was easier to chase around a virus than address the widespread addictions to drugs, food, and reality t.v.

While the extremes can either keep on running away from corona as they wait for the savior of the vaccine or denying that corona is a problem at all, I refuse to live inside that story. Whatever the reality of Covid-19 turns out to be, it is clear to me that we humans needed our created world to fall apart for some reason. 

And what is that reason? For me, one answer is in the perspective of those who are not homo sapiens. While hiking one day, I saw a young rattlesnake in the trail that refused to move. I put a stick near it, and while it curled away from the stick a little, it had clearly decided that freezing was the best option. So I stepped past it, around and off the trail. Later, I became curious: What would this snake say about coronavirus? Maybe a massive reduction in humans on the earth might be better for it. If it even cares about us much at all. Other species must feel the same, especially those who are extinct. Because humans (and here I point out only one obvious evil, the invention and use of the atom bomb) have lost touch with our proper place in the whole, acting out of the hubris that we have the right to use this planet without concern, off-handedly causing whole species extinction.

As I wrote one draft of this article, a hummingbird began singing raspily outside my window while I pressed black keys on a plastic field and looked at a glowing screen containing black shapes that we’ve agreed add up to meaning. It must happen all the time; other species are trying to get our attention and have been doing so for decades, centuries, even millennia. 

So I return to where I began this article, not thinking about Covid-19 ever again. The truth is that Covid-19 is really a symptom of a greater problem, that humans are destroying ourselves and the world. See David Attenborough’s movie, A Life on Our Planet, if you have any remaining doubts about this. What is our rightful place here? How does one live as a formerly totally self-centered species? Collectively, it’s our choice. Humility versus destruction. Faith versus fear. Understanding versus anger. Embracing it all versus running away. 

And how does one face the bald awareness of human arrogance, cruelty, fear, and destruction? What actions can one measly person take? For me, so far the solutions involve not paying so much attention to Covid, watching far less Netflix and YouTube, observing our non-human relatives, and even trying that idea of loving my enemies as well as myself. I can hear my classmates from Essex Elementary in Massachusetts calling me a fag for writing that. But whatever. Lastly, as facile as I think “We’re All In This Together” is as a piece of Covid propaganda, we are all in fact responsible for the fate of humanity, together. 

As I like to remind myself, it’s time to wake up.

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Acknowledgments
Thank you, Amos Young, for the art! Thank you to everyone thanked in “We’re All Gonna Die!” Thank you (sometimes again) to Alex Bernzweig, Amos Young, Cliff Bernzweig, Joon Lee, Lou D., Naomi Young, Sarah P., Shawn G., Solomon Young, Todd B., and Tom Young for discussions about and possible references for this subject. Thank you, Peter Orne, for sending me the Cookie Monster Metal video and the subsequent years-long joy. Thank you, Margo Perin, for convincing me to write one last corona piece. Now I can return to easier, more enjoyable subjects. Thank you to Dr. Sundari Mase, Sonoma County Health Officer (or whoever was responsible), for keeping all parks open during the last Stay at Home Order. Huge amounts of thanks to Naomi, Amos, and Solly for living through this time with me. Lastly, tons of gratitude to all the people who help me remember to choose faith over fear.

*Originally published January 28, 2021, with minor edits and some links to better sources added through February 4, 2021.

The Ascension of Tanner Lovelocks

Tanner Lovelocks was born on June 26, 1989 in Providence, Rhode Island to Beau and Rosalinda Lovelocks. Mr. and Mrs. Lovelocks owned a modest underwear company called Booty Beauty. Little did they know, their only son (he has 3 older and 2 younger sisters) was soon to become the second most recognizable face of the Millennium. After graduating high school, Tanner said adios to his tiny state and moved with his two schoolfriends Dax Jackson and Jax Dackson to Los Angeles, where they formed a boy band called The Sexy and Awesome Guys. A couple of facts about The Sexy and Awesome Guys:

•        Their hit song was called You’re So Controlling But I Love You So Control Me Babe*.

•        Their first concert had over 13,000 people attending in a very small theater. The majority of people were Tanner’s fangirls.

•        Dax Jackson and Jax Dackson were not just stage names, their real names were actually Jax Dackson and Dax Jackson.

Sadly, their career together ended when Tanner’s lovely face caught the eye of Face Place as well as Veronica C. H. Ease, whom he later became romantically involved with. The band broke up on December 7, 2007 – only 5 months after it was formed. Not much is known about what happened to his bandmates after they were tossed aside.

Tanner started with being in advertisements for only a few companies and acting only for Ease’s movies, such as the famously infamous horror/romance movie, Love at Last Sight. However, this was not enough for Tanner. Using his face to attract more and more directors and cosmetics companies, Tanner became involved in bigger and bigger things until the name Tanner was practically synonymous with complete stardom. In April 2008, all the tabloid magazines had Tanner’s picture on it. This, sadly, was not going to last forever.

It started a few months after Tanner began advertising face creams for Face Place. Tanner had signed a contract and was using only their products, but he started getting pimples. Companies started rejecting him. His girlfriend started rejecting him. Luckily, he broke the contract and before long, everything was normal. It was like nothing ever happened. But then, something worse was happening. He was balding.

He should have known. Much of his family on his mother’s side was bald, including his grandmother. But by then the pimples had come back, and in the space of about two months, he had gone from superstar to being a total reject, and this time, nobody was on his side. His girlfriend actually did break up with him. Everyone left, including the Cult of Tanner that had dubbed him their lord and savior. It didn’t help that someone else’s face had been noticed by these same people. It was the face of the one and only Swedish hottie, Sven Svelte.

Sven Svelte was born in Sweden in 1992 and moved to Minnesota at the age of one. He starred in several commercials when he was younger, but he never thought he would one day become even more famous than Tanner Lovelocks. No one is really sure how it happened, but soon Svelte became more successful than Lovelocks and was dating Tanner’s ex, Golden Bootylicious. Tanner was soon forgotten and never heard of again. But most people (besides conspiracy theorists that are also stoners) figured he couldn’t have disappeared. The question remains: What happened to Tanner Lovelocks?

*Other famous songs by the Sexy and Awesome Guys:

  • I Love You Almost as Much as Myself
  • I Think You’re Beautiful (But I Don’t Care Anything Else About You)
  • We’ve Been Dating So Long That I Don’t Remember Who’s the Bad Influence
  • I’d Date You But Only if You Get Plastic Surgery

Amos Young, who made the art and wrote this, is a person, not a dog. He likes certain things and dislikes other things.

There Was An Old Woman

There was an old woman
who lived with a ghost;
she went to a church
and accepted the Host.

Her children were ten
until one of them died;
they lived far away
and nightly they cried.

They searched for their mother
in lovers and friends,
in sex, drugs, and booze,
with various bad ends.

They longed to forgive
and let it all go,
but fate forced them back
to walk in the snow.

But one day they got it
and then understood:
Their mother was human
and grew up in mud.

Her mother had gone
and worked far away
in the factory for shoes
in downtown Norway.

She had disappeared
just after the birth
and run run away
to the ends of the earth.

So listen all children
and try not to despair;
your mothers are people,
not always all there.

Remember your pain
and all that you lost,
but also love freely
no matter the cost.

{Thank you, of course, to the Mother Goose Rhyme with the same title. And huge thanks to Margo Perin for prompting me to write from it.}

Mira la luna

I am a guy
who looks at the moon
through this window;

you are a guy
who looks at the moon
through that window.

Everyone is a person
who looks at the moon
through a window;

the rest is a story,
and this is a story.

Still,
nosotros somos personas
que miramos la luna
a través de estas ventanas.