A collection of 11 posts
Fiction writers are used to working in lonely isolation. Maybe that’s why the stories they’ve written about the pandemic seem so out of touch
The evidence that mRNA-based COVID-19 vaccines are safe, and that they work, is about as solid as medical evidence gets.
One need not posit some secret cabal of illuminati lizard people or the creation of a clandestine 5G-COVID bioweapon to make sense of the rise and potential dangers of Big COVID.
The film gave me nightmares and panic attacks. I did what I could with such difficult information.
In reducing sex to a basic mechanical function in the service of health, we have covered the uniquely human parts of ourselves that should be engaged during sex and lost precisely what makes sex sexy—what transforms its mechanics into mystery.
No, disc golf won’t provide you with high-impact interval training: It’s basically a wilderness stroll punctuated by a bunch of full-body throwing motions.
For many established religious institutions, the pandemic threatens to exacerbate an ongoing retreat from organized religion.
It’s more important to fight racism than to stop the spread of the disease.
When people are dying horrible deaths in isolation from loved ones, and essential workers are putting themselves and their families at risk by going into danger zones, this isn’t the time to focus on how much we’ll “repay” young, healthy people who, though worried and unemployed, are safe at home.
When you care for others, when you don’t live alone—and most people don’t—the equation changes radically.
We’re blinded by incremental progress in electronic gadgets of marginal utility—new smartphones, larger monitors, and more powerful computers.