Coronavirus: California hospital workers mad as cases spike - Los Angeles Times
https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2020-06-30/california-returns-to-closures-as-coronavirus-hospitalizations-surge

I wonder if (when) they'll start walking off in protest

That night I drank the golden tea and did not cough in my sleep. I dreamed of a long train of migrants walking from one end of the earth to another, far beyond the ruins of what had once been home. They walked through deserts and barren plains and strangling wetlands where wide ribbons of inedible algae, brighter than the Persian sky, wrapped around their ankles. They walked dragging their banners behind, clothed in the fabric of lamentations, seeking the extended hand of humankind, shelter where none was offered. They walked where wealth was shuttered within works of architectural mastery, immense boulders encasing modern huts ingeniously obscured by dense indigenous vegetation. The air within was dry, yet all doors, windows and wells were hermetically sealed as if in anticipation of their coming. And I dreamed that all their hardships were viewed on global screens, personal tablets and two-way wristwatches, becoming a popular form of reality-based entertainment. All watched dispassionately as they tread unforgiving ground, hope bleeding into hopelessness. Yet all sighed with emotion as art flourished. Musicians rose from their torpor composing mesmerizing works of symphonic suffering. Sculpture sprang as if from the covered ground. Muscular dancers depicted the torments of the exiled, rushing the length of great stages as if overcome by nomadic futility. All watched, riveted, even as the world in its dependable folly kept spinning. And I dreamed the monkey leapt upon it, this mirrorball of confusion, and broke into dancing. And in my dream it was pouring, as if with a heartbroken vengeance, yet unconscious of the weather I went out without a raincoat, walking all the way to Times Square. People were gathering before a mammoth screen watching the Inauguration and a young lad, the very same who had alerted the populace that the emperor had no clothes, cried: Look! He’s back again, you let him out of the bag! The festivities were followed by a new installment of a reenactment of the trials of the migrants. Wooden boats streaked in gold lay abandoned in the shallow waters. A gilded mascot descended, screeching and flapping its monstrous wings. Dancers writhed in agony as barbs of compassion pricked their feet. The onlookers wrung their hands in sympathetic fury, yet this was nothing to those walking the earth, the circumference killers, tracing words in the windswept sand. Portray us if you must, but we are the living thorns, the pierced and the piercing. And I awoke and what was done was done. The human chain was in motion and their voices played in the air like a cloud of ravaging insects. One cannot approximate truth, add nor take away, for there is no one on earth like the true shepherd and there is nothing in heaven like the suffering of real life. ~Patti Smith, The Year of the Monkey

Sirens and gunshot firecrackers. Like baby cries, I hear sirens and shots even in the shower where my ears should be safe, the sounds burned into my earmind. This will not end, there is no going back, if you think a vaccine tomorrow would stop it you're wrong. Smith, one of the most obvious natural witches, began dreaming of this in 2016 and published the dreams in 2019. The virus is a manifestation (only one) of the "wavering illness air" blanketing us, a curse that we now cannot uncast. Once a curse is alive, it unfurls until it is done. You'll see.

they decided to try to make a go of it, wisely (?)

michael kiwanuka - light

Django ft. Mad Maxx

after much running 

With running again, music
Bread&Butter - Hugo

I love everything about this. The Captain - K Chambers

So I got a treadmill today - it weighs a bazillion pounds, it was an all day process to get it in here -  I kept Jas locked upstairs til that was over. Then he "sees" it but he's blind so he's just like, FUCK THAT GUY I AM NOT CALLING HIM DAD!!

Cuomo called all New Yorkers: Smart, Loving, United, Tough 🤔SLUTs! 😂😂

Sweet. I always hated that show for all the reasons they now killed it. 🖕

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/exclusive-bp-announces-plans-cut-113231725.html

Interesting echo.

Meanwhile, https://www.reuters.com/article/us-minneapolis-police-protests/minneapolis-city-council-pledges-to-disband-police-trump-lashes-out-at-nfl-idUSKBN23F0L1 I didn't know it was possible to just get rid of the police.

The protests are killing social distance, which is scary to me because I know TJ is out there with my lawyer's cell number in his pocket for his 1 phone call. I look at the pictures and here's the thing, I hate to admit it, but the shoulder to shoulder that people are doing is what is making this so effective. The sight of thousands upon thousands of people willing to die, day after day, and to call attention to that fact, and to threaten to kill by that means also ... is there any historical precedent for massive peaceful protest wielding a pandemic as a deadly weapon?

Apparently today is the 2 year anniversary of Django jumping out of the 2nd story window, according to The Girl's fb, she was chronicling change-phobic dog sagas. That flashback feature is the only thing I liked about fb, its accidental hilarious cruelty in sending you happy memories with your now-ex or your now-dead pets.

While I listen to Cuomo, one of the Men In My Life currently, I look back at every June of this blog. I missed John, I moved and missed John. I let him go, finally, in that capacity. Tbone got leukemia. Elmer died. Train ran me over then did it again, I ran him over right back then did it again and again. I let him go, binding his dick in rose gold on my way out. I moved again. And there were other Ends of Days of note in Junes, too, which I recorded along with my personal seismic shifts. The BP oil spill (remember the cats?), for instance, and people got very upset and talked about CHANGE. And then they let it go.

"If you have been to a protest, assume you now have the virus. Tell the people in your life to assume that." Cuomo right now...

this day in wantdog history

"alone time", June 2020

Buffalo Mayor: Police Union is on The Wrong Side of History
https://spectrumlocalnews.com/nys/buffalo/public-safety/2020/06/06/buffalo-mayor--buffalo-police-union-is-on-the-wrong-side-of-history-  How can the union say they did nothing wrong AND it won't defend them? 🤔 We are all clearly on the wrong side of history - we are going to be those poor fuckers who lived (died) in a dark century (aka the 14th remixed), so I guess the BPD union being on several wrongs sides of history simultaneously shouldn't perplex me. And I watched that video and was appalled BEFORE the old guy ("agitator") was shoved - It was like watching a horror movie and you can't believe the person is stupid enough to, in this instance, assume friendly old white guy ness is gonna be enough protection against a line of hopped up cops.  I was listening to left right and center today while I bleached floors, and I had to wonder with Michael Steele, WHY DO WHITE PEOPLE HATE BLACK PEOPLE?, but I was thinking about that old guy and mentally added AND WHY DO WHITE PEOPLE TRUST WHITE PEOPLE? Like the moose hat trick yet again, that shit never works. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8394717/Incredible-photo-shows-Black-Lives-Matter-mural-leading-White-House-SPACE.html

https://www.washingtonpost.com/dc-md-va/2020/06/06/white-house-fence-protests-dc/ I wonder if you can see this from space too? A big yellow sign, leading to a big fence, behind which is a giant asshole.

https://www.forbes.com/sites/iainmartin/2020/06/05/buffalo-police-suspend-two-officers-over-video-showing-elderly-man-pushed-to-the-ground/

https://www.washingtonpost.com/nation/2020/06/03/coronavirus-live-updates-us/

https://www.politico.com/news/2020/06/04/trump-lawyer-protesters-terrorist-letter-302552

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/state-of-emergency-massive-oil-leak-arctic-circle-2020-06-04/

I was going to start cancelling classes, so I looked one more time at enrollment first...I have 38 souls suddenly, just in MY couesework alone, a couple dozen others in complimentary credits, all counting towards a Medical Humanities major that isn't even live yet, and so many refugee students in the other major that I emergency halted admission until I can find more resources. I met with lobbyist grant people to beg the Fed for $$. I cannot wrap my head around the abacus of existence right now. I'm just taking care of Plug, also suddenly, because bringing a black man into the world plus asthma plus pandemic plus George Floyd plus the "fire cracker" smell through the window right now = this is the best option. I gained a toddler suddenly and lost a son suddenly. I cry, choke on it and swallow (not in a good way), grief relief worry rinse repeat. He says, "Don't worry so much". Irony -  I might never have worried if he hadn't told me it wasn't a hoax in the first place. But if it was worth it to tell me anything, after all the carnage and then silence between us, then I guessed I should learn ... I've been in hell increasingly since that moment. But. I'm living in a world under a president that thinks masks look bad, and that yokel fuckheads are the same thing as legit protesters, that this all makes any other sense than the obvious: this epoch is over.