【0324】

My CNN reminder

The user experience is really like Plague Inc

Tell me every five minutes

Australia expels tourists

Spain closed its borders

and the possible cancellation of the Olympics

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【0327】

At night, I opened the circle of friends and found a wail. The state cut the number of people entering the border yesterday, the routes were reduced by 80 percent, and most people's flights were canceled. I thought about my roommate's plan to leave early next month, and I asked, and sure enough, her flight was also canceled and I was going crazy.

Don't worry, I said, it's a big deal to stay.

She swiped and posted me a screenshot of the North American case tracing webpage and said, are you sure?

There are currently hundreds of thousands of diagnoses, and I know this, but in fact, I only got up this morning to look at the data. I also know that California reports that there are still 57,000 tests awaiting results. Based on the current positive test rate of 15%, it is not a problem to add another 8,000. But that doesn't sound like a helpful proof. I have to say, don't be too nervous, you're not a susceptible person.

In fact, everyone has heard all kinds of things many times, and there is nothing to say. She continued to break down and I continued to make strawberry milkshakes.

In good conscience, I am not without fear. After all, the situation is unpredictable, and no one knows what the next week will be like - those who said with certainty two weeks ago that the United States could cope with it certainly did not expect the situation today, where the numbers are rising so fast and so widely distributed, with epicenters outside New York, New Jersey, California, Washington, Massachusetts, Virginia, Michigan.... are increasing at a rate of nearly 1,000 cases per day. Today, 403 deaths were reported nationwide in the United States. We were all taken aback a few weeks ago when Italy first saw a death toll of this magnitude, but today Italy reported 919 deaths in a single day and Spain 769...... In contrast, we are no longer surprised.

I woke up in bed several mornings and felt like I was in a hallucination, with the news feed infecting 300,000, 400,000, 500,000 people around the world, the Olympics postponed, the British Prime Minister infected...... If you want to postpone class just because you didn't finish your homework next Monday, you don't have to fantasize about such an extreme plot.

But lately I've been drinking a beer every day before going to bed and going back to bed until I'm dizzy. I feel very good for sleep and more comfortable with life.

Moreover, the global shutdown has not stopped us from handing in our jobs. Yesterday I met with my classmates in the same apartment building and filmed my own long-shot assignments in a simple way. Earlier, I had a bitter long conversation with my fellow editor in the editing class: I had the latest Catalina system installed on my Macbook. Originally, this wasn't a problem, but after the school lab was closed, we had to finish editing on our computers, and Avid Composer, an old-school Hollywood editing software, couldn't adapt to Apple's latest update and got stuck as soon as I opened it.

Originally, the software company was supposed to be responsible for fixing the problem, but now that no one is working, we had to downgrade back to Mojave ourselves. God, it's a lot more complicated than I thought.

Other than that, there have been no major events in the past ten days. I went out three times, once to a nearby grocery store. I went early, at eight o'clock. The supermarket rules that 7 to 8 o'clock are reserved for the elderly, but when I entered the door, I still found that most of the customers were elderly, which made me very embarrassed: I never thought that the elderly could not get up so early! I didn't dare to take anything more that day, so I bought four white nectarines and carried home a case of beer.

On Monday afternoon, I went to a nearby goods warehouse and wanted to rent a space to put furniture. The warehouse staff spoke through the glass, and after gesturing for a long time, they still ran out and opened the door.

On the way, I met an Uber driver and told me that I was the third customer he had picked up that day. He is Belgian. He thought that in the autumn the price of airplanes would be crazy and that it would be cheaper to go home then.

I was also told that the Los Angeles government closed all beaches and parks because of the crowds on weekends.

This Friday, I went to Dahua in the afternoon. In fact, the few supermarkets I have been to seem to have passed the stage of tight supply. There is no shortage of anything except hand sanitizer, and the management is very orderly: only twenty-five customers can enter every ten minutes. Quite a few people were carrying fifteen-pound bags of rice in carts. But looking left and right, I still have the most things.

I took a lot of frozen vegetables, dumplings, fish, meat, and finally a jar of candied oranges. When I got home, the fridge almost couldn't be stuffed.

Anyway, I don't seem to have anything to worry about in my life. Even if I had, it was far beyond my ability, and it was useless to think too much.

On the way to the supermarket today, the sun was fine and I was drowsy in the car. The car music put on a sad tune, and I suddenly thought of some sad sentences I had written. There's a sentence that goes something like this:

“...... Sudden gains and losses, painful to the heart; Reminiscing about the past, it is too late to regret it. The night is long, and I don't know what Your Majesty can send. ”

As I write this sentence, I remember that I liked the phrase "heartache" rather than "heart". I think it rhymes, and it's more smart. And now, I suddenly wondered if I had ever really understood the joys and sorrows of my fleeting life. I've probably never been close to the so-called "heart-wrenching" feeling. Or maybe I have, on some illusory level, I have felt such pain, and then it quickly dissolves in reality.

Last Thursday, I took a test online class and talked with a few classmates and professors about my experience over the past few months. After that, I didn't think I could make it clear, so I wrote another five pages of email. At one point I threw myself on the bed and cried, and after the email was sent, I rushed into the bathroom and passed by my roommate...... When I think about it now, it seems that the feelings at that time are far away.

Human, maybe that's our normality, a fragile mental balance. I finished the milkshake and steamed the braised pork when I heard my roommate crying in a low voice in the cubicle. We all have our own way to go when it comes to understanding the dilemma. After the second round of beer, I went to bed.