". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Friday, July 3, 2020

Opening the Hell Mouth -- But There's No Buffy

     . . . . To decompress from last night's paid Zoom Event with the California audience, we went outside -- the Buck Moon, you know,

which is a little darker this year than usual.  We could even tell that was so, looking up from the packed street.

Very Expensive vehicles everywhere, disgorging Very Expensive passengers. many of those vehicles with license plates -- Texas and Florida. None of the passengers wearing masks. The places into which they are sashaying -- nobody is wearing masks either. Except the servers. Nobody's anywhere near 6 feet apart. In many of these places the awnings / tents are essentially inside spaces with some form of a portable a/c unit. There are of course also NY plates on other vehicles. But I made a count and about 1/3 were with Florida and Texas plates.

Many of these places have more tables now on the sidewalks and streets than they were able to have inside. There is nowhere for people like us to walk.

Not a cop in sight to enforce anything. I suppose if they're enforcing, it's in the Bronx.

This is a sleigh ride to hell return to NYC's previous catastrophe.

Also with the sheer number of these places having filled up both the sidewalks and the streets, the number of people stationary for hours in each others' faces, without masks, this number of people far exceeds the 25 - 30 people rule. These blocks of restaurant tables etc., converge, like rain drops converging to make a rivelet, rivelets converge, become puddles, ponds, sloughs, etc. This is very dangerous to us. As per usual in this country, nobody thought this through. All they thought was REVENUE!

So, now, Miami-Dade County has even had to institute a curfew, 10 PM - 6 AM. I wish ours was back. It has mandatory mask wearing. I wish we did too. But I suppose it would only be enforced by the cops on people of color.

E V is having a very unhappy day. He gets them just as I do. Like mine, they come predictably early in the new month as we realize yet another month of being frozen at home with no hope of normal life in sight.

His birthday is the 8th -- Wednesday. We have no plans. Our birthdays have always been so much fun, gatherings of friends, food and music.

Our anniversary is the 25th.

Waiting for grocery delivery. Thank goodness this isn't really like waiting for Godot.  He's doing edits, I am studying and writing.

But the noise coming in from the streets is already nearly unbearable.

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