Friday, September 17, 2021

Summer of Yes!





Writing this now mostly as a reminder of the MANY things we did this summer, as I've already forgotten a few parts.  From a parenting perspective, I'm sure at some point we'll come to regret our approach to the summer, the "Summer of Yes!"  But given the awful preceding 18 months of the plague and windows of opportunity that were available before the probable next wave of Covid, our answer to everything has been "YES!"  We departed Latvia in early July, as the country was just beginning to reopen.  We took our kids to eat at their favorite Latvian restaurant, Lido, using our newly acquired "vaccine passports" to get in.  Ham and cheese crepes with strawberry jam, buckwheat groats, and sour cream were enjoyed by all. The first time we've eaten in at a restaurant in over a year.  YES!

Fully masked for almost 20 hours, we made our transatlantic flight back to Virginia, where we temporarily moved in to the basement of the in-laws.  Essentially homeless during our two months of congressionally mandated "home leave," it was nice to have a place to hole up until we moved in to our assigned apartment near DC two months later.  For the first time in nearly two years, the kids were finally able to see their grandparents and relatives in person, first the Virginia clan, and later the Utah clan.  After a few days overcoming jet lag, we were primed to continue with the Summer of Yes!  Here's a roundup.  Again, mostly for me, so as to not forget.  Not you per se.  

- Uncle and Aunt M&M got married!  A few weeks before we got back to the US.  But!  We got to go to the reception.  Yes, there were M&Ms from M&M.  And sliders and fried macaroni and cheese balls. YES! 

- We went to Pittsburgh! OK, so maybe I'm the only person to put an apostrophe after that sentence, but honestly, we had a great time.  Looking to reunite with cousins, again, for the first time in two years, we aimed to find a destination that was nearby, family friendly, and a place we'd never been to before.  So...Pittsburgh!  We ate Primanti Bros sandwiches stuffed with fries, went to the Idlewild amusement park, Pittsburgh zoo, Heinz Museum, the Inclines, a Pirates game, and so much more (I've honestly forgotten).  Ice cream? YES!  Cotton candy? YES!  Carney games?  YES!  Pretty much any junk food you can think of or expensive activity that any parent should decline?  YES!  And the grandparents visited for a few days as well.  We even visited the childhood home of Grandma E.

- After Pittsburg, we flew to Utah for two weeks.  First we stayed with the grandparents up in the mountains and visited a dairy farm, took a train ride, saw a magician, and ate more junk food.  Raspberry shakes?  YES!  Sno-cones?  YES! Cheese curds?  YES! We then went down to Lake Powell to stay on Uncle S's houseboat.  Severe drought has nearly evaporated the lake, shutting down several marinas, but we were able to enjoy a fantastic week of family time and swimming.  CR nearly drowned, but... it was a learning lesson.  Both kids learned to swim while there, and mom and dad got to see how much weight they'd gained while wearing swimming suits for the first time in two years.  

- While finishing up our time in Utah, an apocalyptic level of smoke blew in to the state from multiple forest fires in California and Oregon.  Global warming they say.  Or as the FORMER president would say- Fake News.  In spite of the lung-scorching smoke, S and I went to a rock concert- the first in nearly two years.  Splurging for my birthday, we got meet-and-greet tickets to go see lesbian rock icon Melissa Etheridge. While I've always been a passive fan and enjoyed her music, during the worst of the pandemic (so far?) she put on near daily online concerts which satiated my need for live music.  Given the dearth of other options and the length of the pandemic, I surmise I've probably spent more time listening to her than any other artist.  To be fair, I'm a bit tired of her by this point, but her playing a live show, on my birthday, in a city I was in, had to be fate.  Count me as her biggest straight, male, cis-gendered fan... during the pandemic.  The meet-and-greet was "socially distanced" but it was great to meet her and she put on a great show.  I already have a ticket for her show here in Virginia when she comes in October.  Maybe I won't be sick of her by then.  YES!

- Returning to Virginia, we continued the Summer of Yes!  Swimming lessons, u-pick peach picking at a nearby orchard, sightseeing at Harpers Ferry, IHOP, the zoo, and lots of grandparent time, were then followed by a bit of NO!  We all had several long-past-due medical and dental appointments.  Then school registration and moving in to a new apartment, in miserable Virginia summer humidity.  But... donuts?  YES! Carousel ride?  YES! Frosted flakes and Fruit loops?  YES! YES! YES!        

M

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

Dangerous Liaisons

Sitting in my "home office," really just a guest bedroom where we've put a desk and a computer, I was about to login to begin work for the day. "Work from Home" its called.  WFH.  More like FML in reality. The calendar says its been nearly ten months, but since the start of the pandemic, it feels like one long nightmare of a day.  Today was looking no better.  My daughter had just started Zoom-school in the next room.  Janis, or Purvis, or some kid with a similar sounding name refused to mute his mic, and the teachers were struggling to keep the kids' attention. Fifteen kids talking and blaring over each other in a cacophony of endless noise. The same thing happens every day.  I try to tune it out before another migraine sets in.  Looking out the window, snow has just begun to fall.  We've had a few good storms this year, but most of the earlier snow has turned to slush.  Last year we didn't get any.  Global warming they say.  Maybe today's snow would cover up the mud and mounds of dog shit that I can see out my window below in the park across the street.  

Suddenly, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.  A call.  Don't recognize the number.  Usually I don't answer random calls, but we're expecting a delivery so I'll make an exception.  "Hello?" I say.  An unfamiliar voice responds.  A man with a heavy Eastern-European accent asks for me by name, in English.  "Speaking," I say.  He offers me something I want.  Something I really want.  But how did he know?  Oh right, probably from that website I found weeks ago.  I had attempted to make an inquiry, but never got a response.  That was before the police had locked everything down.  Things were different now though, and a lot more risky.  

"I'm in," I said.  "How do we do this?"  Moments later an SMS appears on my phone.  An address and a time.  A quick Google search showed its on the other side of town.  The "bad" part of town, where the Russians live.  I've never been over there before, and for good reason.  Usually I do this in the historical city center, off a side street.  In better times there are lots of tourists around and I blend in easier.  But like I said, things are different now.  I tell myself this is crazy, and maybe even dangerous.  I'm questioning myself.  Why take the risk?  But honestly, I need it.  I've gone without for so long, its starting to show.  I can't even look at myself in the mirror anymore.  I barely recognize myself.  Its that bad.  No, I'm going through with this. I tell my wife I'm stepping out for a bit, but I can see it in her eyes, she already knows.  Had she heard my conversation?  It doesn't matter.  I need it.  I need it bad.  And I need it now. 

Slinking out of the apartment, I jump in my car and hit the road.  The snow has picked up by now.  Not a blizzard, but visibility is an issue.  Its freezing cold, but I feel a trickle of sweat down my spine.  There's always time to turn back I say to myself.  What if this is a set up?  A robbery?  Kidnapping?  Or worse...murder? Maybe blackmail?  I don't know where I'm going or who's going to be there.  Will my face be on the news tonight, caught in a compromising position?  Disgraced?  World leaders have been recorded and exposed publicly doing the exact same thing.  But I'm just a nobody.  Nobody cares about me right?  Doesn't matter now though, I'm committed.  

I arrive at the address.  Nearby are several crumbling Soviet-era buildings and a few people milling around, dressed in heavy winter attire, drab darks and grays, just like buildings.  A man smokes in the distance.  I don my mask, which partially conceals my identity.  A woman approaches me and asks in Russian if I need help.  Panic hits.  Is she in on the arrangement?  Maybe a cop?  Russians rarely talk to strangers.  I respond that I'm meeting someone, hoping to play it cool.  While my Russian is excellent, I still have an accent.  Clearly I'm not from the neighborhood.  An outsider.  She gestures toward a plain, unmarked, steel door on the backside of a nearby building, then turns and walks away as quickly as she approached.  Checking my surroundings, I knock on the door, wondering if this is the last time I'll see the light of day.  No turning back now.  A large man dressed in black opens the door, checks to see if I've been followed then invites me in.  As my eyes adjust to the darkness, the door quickly closes behind me and locks shut.  All I can see are sheets of black plastic, draped from floor to ceiling.  Oh God what have I done!?!  

The man guides me through a maze of black sheeting until I find myself in another room.  The sheeting covers the walls and all the windows, blocking all outside light and ensuring no one can see in. I'm told to take off my coat and make myself comfortable. And then I see her.  Early thirties, thin, bleached blond hair pulled back in a pony tail, and leather pants.  Her face shows some weariness however.  Tired.  The pandemic has been difficult for everyone, but clearly more so for some.  She gives me what I came for.  She's clearly only in it for the money, but at the same time, I can tell she's a professional.  She knows what she's doing. Maybe she even enjoys it?  I laugh to myself.  I'm not special.  That's how she treats all of her customers.  After she finishes, I put the money on a nearby table, and with a mutual  nod of understanding, the man unlocks the door and lets me out.  I survived.

I drive home in silence.  The lockdown has made people do some questionable things, and I'm afraid I'm no different.  The snow is starting to let up though, and I dare say, things look beautiful.  A layer of pure white snow has hidden the dark, slushy, underbelly of the city.  A fleeting moment of serenity before I have to face my family.  There's no way I can hide what I've done.  Its practically written on my face.  I needed it though. At least that's what I tell myself.  Standing outside of my apartment door, I take a deep breath before turning the handle and walk inside.  My daughter, with all of her innocence and energy, bounds up to me and says, "Nice haircut daddy."           

          

  

              

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Hindsight is 2020, but so is Covid-19

I've been reading recently that museums are already starting to gather materials in anticipation of future Covid-19 research and exhibitions.  With the virus well past pandemic levels  (if I'm remembering correctly from high-school SAT prep, "pan" is either the Latin/Greek prefix for widespread or global) resulting in a world-wide shutdown, we've reached historical significance.  Before I pass on, whether from a 'rona, 'roke, 'ritis, or Ebola, I'm inclined to jot down some memories of this period for posterity.

We're now in week five of lock-down, meaning we've been asked to stay at home, only leaving for essential activities like grocery shopping and exercise.  S and I have been deemed "non-essential" workers, meaning we've been asked to work remotely from home (and one of us, me, is clearly less essential than the other).  In a world full of technological innovation, marvel and wonder, we've quickly discovered that none of that applies to U.S. government networks, which appear to be running off a single mid-90's AOL dial-in connection.  If the president picks up the red phone in the oval office, the entire federal government communication system will come to a screeching halt.  The kids also have school from home, which with a preschooler and kindergartner, is an unmitigated joy especially when they unexpectedly want to give their class a tour of your home and you're in your underwear.  Fortunately, I know from my time as a prosecutor that a charge of indecent exposure has a mens rea requirement, so we're safe there.  For every crime we've committed during this time period, rest assured that we make sure the cameras are off.


In lock-down, every day of the week bleeds into another, following roughly the same schedule, with days of the week now just being referred to as "Day."  The main difference is that on some days we exert a lot of energy trying to show just how productive we can be lying on the couch to ensure the paychecks keep coming in, while on at least two days a week we continue lying on the couch but give up the charade and stop pretending we're accomplishing anything substantive.  Most mornings begin with the family seated around the formal dining table in our living room, the same stiff and stodgy variant we've had in every diplomatic housing assignment.  Each of us logged on to an electronic device, some a decade older than others, we begin our work/school days.  Within the first 2 minutes, someone will invariably have a connection issue that results in panic or screaming.  Video doesn't work, sound doesn't work, log in doesn't work, screens freeze.  Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, which will then impact everyone around the table.  Its near guaranteed to happen at the exact moment someone else has to speak or present during a video or teleconference, ensuring all of your colleagues know how terrible you are as a person as children and a husband howl in the background.  Afterwards, we'll go for a walk and feeds the ducks in the city park in violation of the Latvian variant  "Don't feed the ducks" signs that are clearly posted.  Fortunately, I don't speak Latvian.


Once a week I'll go grocery shopping.  The stores here are still fairly well stocked, though I have noticed on occasion the Soviet-era trick of stocking a single item on a shelf, one row deep, extending down the row to make it appear there are no shortages.  There was a run on the stores at the beginning of the lock-down, when the locals bought out all of the buckwheat and potatoes in the country.  Fortunately for us, Latvians have no idea how to panic shop, leaving the toilet paper untouched.  Fools!  How do they expect to survive a famine with dirty bums? Regardless, just to be on the safe side, I bought out two years worth of buckwheat from the small store in my building figuring at some point I may have to barter for more toilet paper.  While the majority of stores are closed, those that are open must provide hand-sanitizer at the entrance, and tape has been placed everywhere to designate two-meter distances to maintain safe physical distancing.  No one really knows how this works so shoppers engage in a veritable tango selecting groceries, not wanting to be shamed for not knowing how to figure out the taped lines.  Every few minutes, an announcement comes over the loud-speaker in Latvian, Russian and English reminding shoppers to minimize their time in the store, making the experience even more dramatic as everyone gives each other furtive glances, wondering who there might be the one who ends up infecting and killing them.  Even though I always thoroughly sanitize my hands when I walk into the store, by the time I've danced my way up to the near-empty produce section, having touched my filthy shopping cart and multiple other surfaces in the store, I remember I am physically unable to open the flimsy plastic bags that are provided for fruits and vegetables.  After rubbing, blowing, wiping my fingers over any moist surface I can find within reaching distance to try to get the bags open, yep, I then lick my fingers to accomplish the task.  Then I do it again and again to make sure my family has healthy food to survive the pandemic and ensure they don't come into contact with the virus.


For me personally, one of the hardest parts of the lock-down has been that I can't travel or go to rock concerts anymore.  I fancy myself a suave, sophisticated, world traveler, able to move through different countries and cultures with ease.  Over the past two years (almost) living in Europe, I've been using rock concerts as an impetus to travel around the continent, trying to see some of the greats live before they die, like Elton John and Phil Collins.  I had a whole summer of concert travel planned, which now seems highly unlikely given that large gatherings will continue to be banned even after the lock-down is lifted (or worse, the bands will have succumbed to the virus.  Just joking, famous musicians are immortal, or will at least use their celebrity to get better medical care than the rest of us).  My value as a diplomat has also taken a hit.  With the world's economy in a free-fall, and millions of people out of work, my portfolio doing commercial advocacy has evaporated.  All of my major plans for events and outreach have disappeared, and promoting U.S. goods and investment at the moment is near impossible with businesses closed and me stuck at home.  I imagine I'll be overwhelmed with work once the economy opens back up, but for now my couch is making a heavier lift than I am, increasing exponentially by the day.

With personal interests and my value as an employee sidelined, the only thing left that makes me valuable as a human being is being a husband and a father.  Being quarantined for weeks-on-end with my wife and children however has made me realize I'm worth $1.37 at most.  S is clearly the one who makes this family work, and being in the crucible of this lock-down has made me realize I need to up my game.  Accordingly, I've been cooking most of our meals, doing all the shopping, dishes, laundry, taking the garbage out, and trying to use our fat government paychecks by playing the volatile stock market, though somehow managing to get every bump and swing wrong and watching thousands of dollars disappear each day.  Eventually I hope all of these efforts will pay dividends, or at least stave off divorce.  I also try to help with the kids, though regardless of my efforts, they call out for mommy, usually when she's on the phone with her boss or the Ambassador.  I've found I'm most helpful as a wrestling mat for the kids or pretending to be the tickle-monster (but with acute awareness that a trip to a hospital right now would be seriously bad timing), so hopefully by the time this pandemic is over, they'll look back fondly at this time and remember it was I who was the cool parent.  And that's what really matters at a time like this, right?

M







                   

 

       

Monday, April 6, 2020

Not an Essay but not Quite and Treatise: A Disquisition on Fear and Incompetence in the Age of COVID-19, Based on a Moderate Amount of Input


Jolted awake at 4:00am from my Tiger King-induced nightmare (seriously) I had a stunning epiphany that for once, President Trump may have been right.  We really can’t let the cure be worse than the disease.  In just a few weeks, we’ve shut down the entire world economy and locked ourselves indoors, waiting to be told when we can come back out.  Are we doing the right thing?  Probably.  I fear however that in the face of absolute incompetence from our leadership and the absence of truth, we are now acting from a state of fear that will have untold consequences for our future.  Police states and dictators are emerging, people are making irrational decisions to their own detriments, children’s futures are dimming and the most vulnerable are locked away from the world and their loved ones.  We’ve raced to make decisions that will negatively impact billions around the work, with no plan.  I’m writing this now for my own sanity, to help sort out my own thoughts and feelings, to try to make sense of what’s happening.  I’m sharing it now on the chance it may help others find a momentary blip of sanity in an insane word.  Or alternatively, expose myself to criticism and shame should I be completely wrong.      

In dealing with depression and/or anxiety, mental health experts suggest “reframing” our thoughts to better understand and deal with our emotions.  Noticing a buildup of rage and anxiety as the pandemic now stretches into the third week of lock-down, I recognized it was important to take a self-assessment and sort out my feelings, diving the rational from irrational, the logical from the illogical, and just setting aside some of my political beliefs in particular to gain a better perspective on the broader crisis unfolding around us. There are plenty of people to blame, some more so than others, but that still won’t help me in the short-term as I’ve been stewing in anger at the pure incompetence of how things have been managed world-wide.  For most of us, this is the biggest crisis to occur in our lives and unfortunately none of us were prepared.  A few weeks ago I was making sarcastic jokes about a rocky beach in Israel, and now I’m wondering when I’ll be able to go back to the United States and see my family, essentially trapped overseas but happily in service of my country.  In the broader scheme of things, I’m doing well.  I’m employed, housed, with my wife and kids, and mostly healthy, if not twenty pounds overweight and growing.  But back to reframing.  There are lots of ways to assess our current situation, but its crucial to establish some baseline truths (as we currently understand them at least).  I believe the following are factual and truthful, based on expert and professional guidance (something that has been severely lacking of late by the way); 

  •           The virus is not a plague
  •          Many if not most of us will eventually be infected
  •           Most of us will probably survive
  •           It’s too late to stop the virus
  •           Our efforts now are to spread out the rate of infections (flatten the curve) and protect the most vulnerable,  not ourselves.
  •           No one was prepared for a pandemic. What matters now is how we respond. 

These truths should be the foundation of our social response, but in the absence of leadership, incoherent and contradictory messaging and the staggering incompetence of many of those in charge, we’re now letting fear guide our social discourse.  We’re afraid of the virus. We’re afraid of dying.  We’re afraid for our loved ones.  We’re afraid for our futures.  Are these fears legitimate?  Absolutely.  Should they motivate us to act?  Certainly.  Should they be guiding our decisions? Absolutely not. Its critical to note that there is no need to rely on a cold-hearted statistical model to determine an acceptable amount of deaths as some suggest, i.e. “only 3% of the infected will die” or that senior citizens should be willing to sacrifice their lives for the benefit of their grandchildren and the economy.  Talk about a horrific communications strategy.  At the same time however, its equally abhorrent to publicly shame those who aren’t willing to hermetically seal themselves in a bubble for 18 months as the world collapses around them.  There has to be a reasonable middle ground where we can protect as many lives as possible without burning down the entire world.

How Did we Get Here?

Facts as they currently stand suggest that at some point before December of 2019, Chinese doctors noted a number of flu-like illnesses that were not caused by the flu.  A doctor in Wuhan soon-after realized that a novel coronavirus was the likely cause.  Attempts to notify others however met with punishment by Communist Party officials, allowing the virus to spread up until the beginning of Chinese New Year, the largest migratory event in the world. Recognizing the severity of the threat, China then attempted to seal off Hubei province, but it was too late.  The virus had already spread.  World leaders however, downplayed the threat, some more so than others.  In the United States, scientists and experts raised alarms, yet, at least publicly, some leaders and media pundits dismissed the virus, comparing it to a regular flu, or worse, suggesting the threat was hoax. Weeks of this narrative undoubtedly impacted perception of the virus and fomented resistance to forthcoming measures that would be essential in slowing the speed of the pandemic.  Even as New York City became the world epicenter of the outbreak, leaders refused to take preventative measures like social distancing requirements and stay-in-place orders.  Shoppers panicked, buying out toilet paper and other goods.  Gun sales soared.  Fear gripped the nation as the media focused on the growing numbers of deaths in the country.  Trillions in wealth vanished from the world economy leading us the precipice of the greatest economic calamity in modern history.  This is where we stand at this moment.  Where do we go from here?

SARS-CoV-2 / COVID-19 / The Coronavirus

I’m not a doctor and don’t pretend that I know much involving the science behind the virus.  I readily admit I could be wrong about everything I write here.  I do however have a lot of degrees with honorary Latin suffixes attached to them, am a licensed attorney, and an exceptionally good analyst. My thoughts should count for more than someone waving magic crystals for a cure, or worse yet, a Fox “News” aficionado. Few of us should be afraid of the virus.  If we’re young, healthy, non-smokers, with regular immune systems, even if infected we have a near guarantee of recovery.  As the experts gather more data, mortality rates shrink further, from 3% now even closer to 1% (still much higher than the seasonal flu however).  Nevertheless, it’s the outliers that terrify us.  The marathon runner, father of six.  The new medical graduate just starting in the ICU.  It could be any of us.  That’s why we can’t be cavalier in how we approach a response.  It also doesn’t mean we can wait for the pandemic to blow over, or sit around for 18 months to develop a vaccine.  Trying to avoid the false equivalencies of comparing the virus to the flu, or the number of annual vehicular fatalities, we must understand that COVID-19 will kill a lot of people, regardless of what we do. Life is not without risk.  We risk death every day, from an accident, heart attack, or even random flukes like a piano falling on our heads.  We continue with our lives however, not by simply accepting all risk, but by taking precaution to minimize risk.  Seat belts save lives.  Diet and exercise save lives.  Science saves lives.  As a society, we as Americans have decided that the loss of 2-3 million lives is unacceptable and so are rightly taking precautions to minimize that outcome.  We must at the same time continue with our lives as much as possible, without unnecessary fear. 

The Masks, Tests, Ventilators and PPE

Our biggest concern right now is with the number of N95 masks, test kits, personal protective equipment (PPE) and ventilators available, or lack thereof.  Our leaders squandered precious weeks downplaying the threat of the virus when they could have been rebuilding our national stockpiles, developing new tests and cures.  Our leaders continue to lie about the availability of these products, the efficacy of treatments, or that medics are stealing them in spite of the government’s best efforts.  This is causing needless panic and fear, when honesty would suffice. We need ventilators.  Our leaders must do everything possible to produce more ventilators, right fucking now.  Be honest about it but remember the virus is not a plague, many people will be infected, and most people will probably survive, including medics on the front lines.  The masks are not there for the sole purpose of saving the doctors’ lives, but also to ensure that not every doctor gets infected at once.  Doctors on the front lines face a near guarantee they will be infected, but those who are infected now will gain immunity and will be called upon next when his or her colleague is infected.  Again, the goal is to flatten the curve and spread out infections.  Not being prepared is a national shame, but there is no need to panic even if a mask is reused.  More are coming soon.  The same with everything else (still ventilators are needed now for fuck sake). For the rest of us, feel free to wear any other type of mask (not N95) or covering regardless of what the CDC or Surgeon General says.  Remember though, the masks are not meant to protect YOU, but rather to protect the vulnerable and others FROM YOU if you’re asymptomatic but spreading the virus.  Experts say the fabric may reduce your fluids and aerosols from reaching other people, but likely too porous and loose to stop the same from getting in once airborne.  Meanwhile, wash your hands and try to stay home if possible.  That’s really all that we’ve all been asked to do. 

Stay Home!!!.... if Possible

The pandemic is sending public shaming and the “cancel culture” into overdrive.  While sometimes helpful, its not always necessary.  It’s easy to criticize drunken college students having an orgy on the beach (that’s Generation Z, not Millennials folks) when we’ve all been asked to take responsibility and limit our physical interactions. Encouraging people to shake hands at a mega-church out of spite for reasonable distancing measures to proclaim your faith in God is borderline criminal.  Nevertheless, celebrities yelling at us to stay home from their mansions or yachts, or calling families who go to a park on the weekend idiots because they’re standing 5.5 feet away from others as opposed to six is patronizing.  We can’t lose sight of why were making sacrifices right now, which is to flatten the curve and spread out infections (i.e. lots of people are still infected, but not all at the same time).  A recent visit to the grocery store was enlightening.  People were terrified of each other, giving furtive glances, drenching themselves in hand sanitizer, all just to buy food.  Going shopping shouldn’t be a crime, and other shoppers are not going to kill you (though the online crowd might).  The goal is to minimize unnecessary physical interactions.  Just plan ahead, reduce the number of trips you make, and wash your hands before an after.  Its that simple.  Also, reassess what you need versus what you want.  If your psychological well-being depends on going out for ice-cream once a week, that’s ok.  If you’re taking reasonable precautions along with the rest of us, then combined we’re all making a difference and saving lives.  Keep the shaming and guilt to a minimum.  (I got a haircut the other day.  The barber wore a mask, we did fist bumps, used hand sanitizer before and after, and he sterilized the chair after I was done.  I like my thinning hair to look good.  If I think I look like shit, I’m likely to feel like shit.  Meaning?  For me the haircut was necessary.  Someone could feel the same about their nails.)  Don’t judge.  Just be responsible. 

Of course, if the medical services are reaching critical maximums, more severe measures may be needed, but should be reasonable and fact based.  People in London are being arrested for sunbathing in parks, alone, away from everyone else.  London may be reaching its medical capacity, but is this step really necessary?  Maybe, but maybe not. In my home state, Arizona, the citizenry demanded that all hair and nail salons be shuttered.  I won’t judge the effort, but it feels more fear than fact based, especially if other precautions are in place to flatten the curve and the state has to ability to respond.  Time will tell.  In Washington state, police are encouraging citizens to report their neighbors who in their judgement are violating isolation rules.  Wonderful.  KGB-style tactics are being employed and readily accepted without thought.  Will plainclothes officers show up in the middle of the night to take your neighbors away, never to be heard from again?  Should you keep a bag by the door for when your paranoid neighbor reports you?      
          
Medical Workers are Heroes

We simply don’t have enough.  The ones we have will need to work without a break for the next 18 months.  They are going to see lots of people die and others horrors most of us will never encounter in our lives.  They are heroes.  While many of us are likely to be infected (some models predict up to 2/3rds of Americans), its almost guaranteed they will, and some will die as a result.  Some already have.  They need to take extra precautions so they don’t needlessly infect others, including their parents and children.  Their faces are bruised because their masks have to fit tight.  Their families won’t see them for 18 months because they will be at work.  Retirees who are at much greater risk from the virus are returning to work to fill in.  And its not just doctors.  Its nurses, techs, administrators, cleaning staff, and those who are stacking body bags in refrigerated trucks.  They need our support now, and will need our support later.  We need to ensure they have psychological support as well.  Every single one.  Do not call them thieves, and get them what they need ASAP.  Enough said.    
  
Essential Workers

Some have been laid off, others told to work at home, and others required to report to work.  The challenges for everyone are paramount.  We bandy the term “essential workers” in our narrative however, which is creating false divisions in society.  All workers are essential, though some provide services that can be done from home, while others need to go out to keep our infrastructure moving. Both groups are equally important.  There is a creeping narrative however that those who can’t work from home are somehow heroes or risking their lives for the rest of us.  With our basic truths in mind, remember, the issue is not if but rather when we get infected, slowing the rate of infection so that our hospitals are not overwhelmed.  Should we be outraged that these workers often are low wage and have no health insurance.  Of course! Not because of the virus but because workers should earn a living wage and not have to fear for the health from deadlier diseases like cancer.  Cashiers, delivery folks, and others service providers have my upmost thanks and concern, not because they leave their houses, but because they continue to provide needed services and work inside a system rigged against them.  Congress and corporations should ensure that these people have access to affordable and quality medical care, regardless of the virus. 

China

Its essential that we don’t forget the role that China played in this outbreak.  China concealed the outbreak of the virus and restricted international experts from conducting research at a time when the virus could have been stopped.  While China claims to have controlled the outbreak inside of its borders (we’re not sure if that’s true), they’re now seeking to rewrite history as they produce medical supplies the world now desperately needs.  We cannot allow this.  Sophomoric attempts to call the virus the “Chinese virus” or “Wuhan virus” are not helpful.  Its xenophobic and puts the physical safety of ethnic-Asians in jeopardy.  It also rings hollow when public officials try to shift blame away from their own shortcomings in the pandemic by blaming China.  Incompetence and Chinese culpability are separate issues.  When this is over however, there should be a reckoning for both. 

Incompetence

I really can’t say much here lest I get in trouble.  My wife already criticized me for posting some unvarnished thoughts on Facebook, which I’ve since deleted, so for me that’s problematic enough. If you don’t already know what I’m talking about however, then you’re likely part of the problem.  Nonetheless, as part of the reframing exercise I do note that no one  was adequately prepared for the pandemic, with the exception of perhaps South Korea, which recently dealt with a SARS viral outbreak.  While warning signs were missed, what really matters is how our leadership reacted during the actual crisis.  Unfortunately, most of it is damning. Never, never forget, no matter how much they try to gaslight us. 

What’s Next?

Perhaps the hardest part of this ordeal in not knowing what happens next.  Social distancing...check. Work at home…check.  Shut down the world…check.  We’re doing our part to save millions, but what next?  As of now, no competent authority had advanced plan for what we’re supposed to do next.  That’s because people will die.  Some foolishly set Easter as a date to reopen everything, with no factual basis behind it.  Any rational medical professional, who swore an oath to “do no harm” will suggest we lock down everything until we stop the virus.  A basic truth however is that we can’t.  A harder truth is that at some point we will have to open the world back up, sooner than later, and the virus will spread.    In the one time I agree with Tucker Carlson, we honestly cannot let the scientists make the final decision on this. Science unfortunately doesn’t generally allow a middle ground.  Going back to the basic truths however, we should be focusing on flattening the curve.  Once our hospitals and medical professionals have the means and ability to handle the surge in admissions, we must reopen.  This needs to happen sooner than later.  June is probably too late.  Infections will inevitable surge again, and then we will have to take restrictive measure again.  During this critical time, our leaders must amp up production of needed supplies, expand hospital capacity and beds, and produce more tests.  This also likely means rolling shutdowns. A few weeks on, a few weeks off, until a vaccine is available for the masses.  As more people gain immunity, as we’re better able to screen and identify the infected, as our capacity to treat the ill increases (allow more flexibility with the curve), these shutdowns should be shorter in length.  People will die, but we’ll have saved as many as possible, while not destroying our future.  Remember, we’re all making a shared sacrifice.  To save others.  Not ourselves. Let’s continue to do this together, with honesty, courage, and competence.      

     

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Furloughed- An American Story

When the government is shut down and you're furloughed, stuck at home, I guess the best thing to do is update this blog.  I can't say this was my first order of business however, as I've been taking naps and watching Netflix, but now here I am.  I'm sure years from now rereading this blog we'll all laugh at the absurdity of the moment, but we're about to go into the longest U.S. government shutdown in history, with our political elite (ahem) failing nearly a million feds over the construction of a medieval border wall.  S has been called in to the office and I've been left at home, quickly approaching our first lapse in paychecks.  We'll be just fine, as we've prudently sacked away well over six months of wages in the bank to cover unexpected, or now perhaps expected, moments like this, as the vestiges of a once great empire begin to collapse around us.  I'm not old enough to remember 'Nam, or the 70's, the assassination of Kennedy, the World Wars or the Great Depression, but I can say that the world is at its worst precipice during my lifetime.  Right is wrong, up is down, lies reign supreme and facts are fake news.  I'd like to blame it all on one individual, who I am publicly forbidden to name as I'm a government employee, and he or she is a "potential candidate", meaning any public criticism on my part can be deemed a violation of the Hatch Act.  But, I suspect the problem has much more do to with a collapse in human values.  Leaving political dogma aside, I'm bewildered that so-called Christians are now leading the charge in espousing hate and bigotry and excusing vile immorality in the face of selfless preservation.  That the once fiscally responsible are shamelessly leading the country to financial ruin by corporate giveaways to the ultra-wealthy, and deceiving the poor that this is somehow in their best interest. That pure fascism (yes, this is the correct word, I have a degree in Political Science) is spreading throughout the world, a repeat of every history book that covers global wars, yet now it has taken root in the United States. Xenophobia and fear rule the day, harnessed now by individuals seeking to collapse the foundations of democracy.  Stacking the courts, promoting to senior positions unqualified sycophants, attacking the free-press, the fourth pillar of democracy, interfering in a neutral criminal justice system, and Congressional abdication of executive oversight,  just to name a few.  At the same time, any noble man or woman who has the courage to speak out, has been vanquished by an equally complicit electorate. (Jeff Flake was one of the most authentic politicians I ever met.) According to my Civics books in school, that's not how any of this is supposed to work. Aberrations have always existed in America, and there are dark chapters of our history, but never once have we lost our moral voice in the world, until now.  The world now laughs at us and our demise.  Nevertheless, lest you think this was a negative treatise on a falling empire, think again.  The world has made amazing progress building from the ashes of the last World War and establishing a Euro-Atlantic system that has advanced the human condition more in 50 years than the last two millennia. After this revolting shock to its system, I believe that our foundations are solid and we will snap back, and while one political party seems to have a better moral compass at the moment, I hope and pray that leaders on both sides will turn away from the damage our nation has endured for the last few years.  Now excuse me, but my neck is getting twisted from staring at these windmills.   

M

Friday, August 3, 2018

Shannon’s first Riga impressions

Coolest thing I’ve tried here so far: rye bread yogurt with prunes.


Many of the other products in the grocery stores are familiar to us from our time in Russia.  For me, it’s nice not to have to figure out all the brands and products.  For the kids, they love seeing treats and cookies and crackers they’ve already grown to love.  

The kids LOVE riding the tram (public transportation) around, which is a great, fairly inexpensive past-time.  We’ve been going to a lot of playgrounds too, trying to find the best ones.  The weather has been so (atypically) warm and pleasant that my whole list of indoor kids activities in the city will have to wait, but we’re looking forward to some great indoor museums and trampoline parks once the dark, cold, or wet weather sets in.





 

Sunday, July 29, 2018

PNG Roundup

Before we get too far into our adventures in Latvia, I wanted to take a minute to appreciate the last few months.  While "appreciate" might at first appear be too positive a word, I think its safe to say that in spite of some enormous challenges, that things have worked out well in the end (I hope).  After our expulsion from Russia in April, we've been caught in administrative limbo, trying to find jobs, taking care of the kids, and most of all, just surviving.  For just over three months, we checked in with the Department daily, searched job vacancies, arranged care for the children, waited and waited, amongst many other struggles.  Riga was floated as an assignment a few weeks in to our ordeal, but there was no solid guarantee it would work out.  S managed to get some training for the prospective position, but mostly, we waited.  In the interim, other parts of the Department tried to lure us in with job offers and other promises, but nothing we had an interest in.  Then, after a number of weeks waiting, without any confirmation of future prospects, we decided to go on "home leave," a Congressionally mandated self-funded period of leave that officers must take in between overseas assignments. With hope that Riga would come through, we traveled out West to spend time with family and get the leave obligation out of the way.  I'll circle back in a moment with a review of all of the awesome stuff we did, but while out West, good news arrived that our assignments in Riga had been approved.  While it took a few more weeks to formalize our jobs and get travel orders, an enormous weight was lifted off of our shoulders, and we could finally start planning again for the future, as opposed to dwindling in the black hole that had become our lives after being PNG'd.

Again, now that we're moving forward in our lives, happily settling in Riga, I wanted to memorialize some of the better aspects of the last few months.  Admittedly, there were many days and weeks that were filled with disappointment, unhappiness, uncertainty, and even rage at the situation we found ourselves in, cast aside by the system for several weeks, but we did eek out some cool activities while waiting.  Here is a quick list, that I can remember.

- Spending time with family
- Meeting with senior leadership of the Department, including Acting Secretary Sullivan
- Meeting some apostles of the LDS Church, who held a special meeting for U.S. diplomats while in DC
- Taking the family to the Smithsonian Zoo, to see the pandas and ride the carousel.
- Taking C to Baltimore to visit the aquarium and eat a Maryland crab feast at a local seafood restaurant.  C hated the smell, but enjoyed to fries.
- Having dinner with old friends from each previous overseas post.
-  Picking raspberries, peaches and blackberries at a local farm
- A graduation in North Caroline
-Talking to S's sister in Italy on Mother's Day
- A quick trip to Phoenix, and NYC to visit with M's friends.
- A Nats baseball game right behind home plate
- S performed in a regional concert band competition
- Walking along DC;s newly revitalized Wharf area
- Touring the Manassas Battlefield
- Visiting the grave of a long-lost relative in Falls Church
- Swimming with the kids once the pools opened up after Memorial Day
- Watching the planes with the kids at Gravely Point near DCA
- Playing on the beach on the Chesapeake Bay in Maryland
- Riding a Razor, eating breakfast at Sundance, riding a "Dinosaur Train" on the Heber Creeper, listening to live music at the Homestead Resort, visiting a dairy and eating grilled cheese sandwiches, boating on a lake, and visiting an aquarium and a pioneer park out West with family.
- July 4th Parade and fireworks from our balcony
- A tour through Loudon county and Charles Town, WV.

We also dealt with a number of medical issues, including multiple ear infections, but I'm hoping to forget most of those. 

I can't say that's everything we did, but in retrospect, I can say we had a good summer, especially once we had our future figures out.  Regrettably, there have been a number of people who have dismissed the hardships we've endured, jealous of how things have worked out.  While things have worked out well for us, I say we deserve it after what we've been through.

M