More of the links that I don’t get time to share enough of. One of these weeks I’ll codify (at least somewhat) my method of sharing the things I find online, in the world, and elsewhere. For now…
DC Comics’ face masks, with a mask going to a hospital for every purchase.
A publishing industry strike in solidarity with worldwide protests against racism.
Was asked a trivia question about sci-fi set design: What does greeble refer to? I had to look up the answer (it involves texturing).
AMC reports that “almost all” theaters will reopen in July.
And maybe, just maybe, film production can restart next week (whether or not it will remains to be seen.)
If you like camping, The Dyrt is trying to provide updated information on open and closed campsites around the nation.
Or maybe looking for a new podcast?
If you like to journal, and you’re female, the National Women’s History Museum is interested in your CORONAVIRUS journals.
Saying “No” more, from a 2014 article in the Huffington Post.
Paris, books, c’est l’amour. Used book shopping along the Seine.
And, to soothe the weary soul, the orchestral stylings of composer John Williams, streaming for free until the end of June.
Another week without work. Another week of soul-searching. Another week of pandemic fears and of normalcy obliterated.
I’ve worked consistently in at least one job (usually two or three) since I was twenty years old. Not having to report to work has been playing mischief with my… well, my everything.
I wish I could say that I’ve stuck to the routine I established for myself while staying up in Alaska. I did not. Between traveling and avoiding people, I feel like a clandestine operative sneaking back into my own country.
Likewise, fishermen are looking at returning to Alaska, but there are concerns over whether the smaller fishing villages will be able to handle an outbreak. That means the state’s top three revenue streams (oil, tourism, and fishing) will have all suffered this year.
Back here in the lower 48, one thing I’ve noticed is my sleep schedule is currently all akimbo. I’m anxious to make it back home and attempt to hack my sleep. That’s been my focus for much of this week.
To remove distractions while writing, I’ve been utilizing the app White Noise. Between that and my noise-canceling headphones I can usually omit any superfluous noise around me.
And, Andrew Lloyd Webber has been showing one filmed show a week, which I’ve caught a couple of. Not to mention National Theatre’s productions on YouTube. Lots of theatre to take your attention, if only for a couple of hours.
On investing your time wisely.
On starting (and keeping) a journal. I bought my first Moleskine circa 2006. While my writing was haphazard at best to start, I eventually found a rythym. In 2015, when I first began The Artist’s Way, I wrote my morning pages with a religious zeal. Admittedly, I fell off the wagon time and again, having to start anew and began collecting continuous days of writing behind from scratch. I’ve now been journaling the better part of six months daily, and have every intention of continuing.
When the smartphone starts taking over your life, here are some ways to curb its useage.
And finally, when burnout sets in, it’s time to recover.
Why time is so distorted in our minds right now. (In all fairness, my sense of time is usually distorted, but I guess even more so now.)
With the time you have, art Critic Jerry Saltz writes on how to stay creative during isolation. It’s been a challenge for me, but not only me, and as Jason Diamond writes, “…there is still something to be taken from this: we are all lacking for sources of inspiration these days.”
Changing your routine is likely necessary right now, and here are some tips from Life Hacker.
When it’s difficult to fall asleep, try these techniques from Art of Manliness. Again, a constant problem for me which I’m trying to tackle even now.
And for when getting outside seems impossible, virtual hikes that you can enjoy from anywhere.
Some thoughts about the week:
Traveling now is crazy. Surrealism at its worst. A mixture of mask-wearing and social distancing; half-empty airports and planes. I don’t know if the extra room is nice or discomforting.
Parts of the country are reopening. It’s another mixture of weighing safety and practicality. Are we ready to resume eating out? Or is it still a bit too nerve-racking? With limited seating, maybe it too feels entirely surreal.
Essential work is something of a double-edged sword. While I miss working, I’m thankful for the security of having seclusion. Those who are out still and doing jobs that need doing – you can’t help but hope for their safety.
Models for assessing the scope and fatality rate of Covid-19 are constantly evolving, and the only thing certain is that no one seems to know anything. It’s a lot of conjecture as the science catches up with reality, but it is a public health threat and we should be careful.
The post-pandemic world is one that is highly anticipated, even if we’ve no clue what it’s actually going to look like. For now, I guess, we stay safe and try to remain creative and hopeful.