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This week's journal, I write about my experience as a immigrant during this pandemic. The level of anxiety, and consternation is on another level. The feeling of insecurity to even get tasted, is almost out of the book. The personal information such as your address is a big deal during the presidency of Trump. Mental health struggle, and finance, has driven me off the wall. There is no weekly unemployment check for immigrants that did not have work permit. Although, there is foods that are been distributed in the community for those that are struggle and need something to eat, those meals cannot feed entire family, and keep them health. In ... class, we are learning about the effect of nature and nurture in person's health. This Covid19 has expose significant affect of these in poor communities. There is even greater correlation to "Poverty Poison the Brain". Those foods are not the same as wealthy people ate. America, really is a country of struggle, and marginalize, contradicted to the land of "equal opportunities." Indeed, for some of us, this struggle is much better compared to where we came from. However, that is not solid, or valid excuse regrading to this matter.
October 6, 2020
This past week was wonderful and strange - my husband and I moved into our first house together. We both took the week off from work to move and unpack and get settled in. Buying a house during the pandemic was certainly a challenge on top of all of the normal home-buying challenges. Plus, because of the pandemic, house sales have gone up, and so we paid a lot for this house, to the extent we are expecting the value to be drastically less in a year or two. But, also because of the pandemic, mortgage rates are really low, so we were able to get a very low interest rate. One of the most stressful parts for me with this experience was that we had to have a few different people (i.e. locksmith, HVAC, movers, etc.) come over to do some things to the house right away. So, anytime we contacted companies/individuals to see if they could do work to our house, we had to ask what precautions they take (i.e. wearing a mask). We were very pleased that anyone coming into our home to do work was very good about wearing a mask while they were in our home. It was just another layer to an already long, drawn-out process.
October 6, 2020
A few months into the pandemic, around the middle of summer, I was getting bored. Not bored in terms of nothing to do, but surprisingly, I was getting tired of ads. After watching hours of YouTube and Snapchat every day for months, the ads that I saw became repetetive, and I was really getting tired of them. I was noticing the ads more than the videos I was watching, and I just got tired of it. As a result, I started moving towards more fulfilling things, like being out in nature and playing music on my piano. Surprisingly, I didn't force myself to do these things like I did in the beginning of the pandemic, but they just came naturally to me. The crumpled up magazine page in the corner represents my rejection of advertisements, and the central focus of my piano represents moving on to higher, more fulfilling, natural things.
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I'm fighting Zoom fatigue. Hours and hours of school and work every day, and it never feels like I can turn it off. I'm home anyway, so why not keep working, right? I shared this with a friend in a similar position, and she responded with an article titled, "Is It Zoom Fatigue or is It Existentially Crushing to Pretend Life Is Normal as the World Burns?" So, maybe I'm not fighting Zoom fatigue. Maybe I'm fighting the world.
October 6, 2020
I'm feeling busy..lol. I am working on voter turnout. Go Biden/Harris!! Working pt for a nonprofit actually. It's quite fulfilling. My emotions go up and down. Getting closer with one music friend. My brother and I are at a good place. Losing our mother this year has brought us closer. I'm thankful for this!!
October 6, 2020
This past weekend, my husband, daughter and I met my brother, his boyfriend and our niece in Cold Spring, NY. It was a perfect day to walk around, picnic on the Hudson and just be together after too many months apart. As we sat, ate and laughed, I looked at the water and noticed these three posts. I felt like they represented myself, my husband and our daughter. Since the pandemic began and our lives changed in ways we could never imagine, we've kept our heads above water because we have been in it together. We each have our own space, but not too much to keep us separated at such a scary time. This photo makes me feel happy. This photo reminds me that life is about family and anyone you feel close to, that you're all in it together in one way or another.
October 6, 2020
Ayer fue la primera vez desde el 11 de marzo en la que pude ir a una cafetería y sentarme a tomar un café. Esos momentos son los que más atesoro: me gusta sentarme sola, con calma, con un libro o con una libreta, observar a la gente, y leer o escribir. Casi 7 meses sin poder hacerlo. Logré ubicarme en una mesa casi completamente aislada del resto. Estar ahí unos 20 minutos. Fue un regalo para mi vida. Me puse a hojear unas libretas que había comprado, así como una agenda rebajada. Es tonto, pero con todo lo que ha pasado en este año, no quería invertir en una agenda 2021 personalizada o especial. Es como una rebeldía que experimento. Siento que todas mis esperanzas para este año fueron defraudadas y, de berrinche, no voy a invertir en una agenda especial. Así que compré una en rebaja. No había mucha gente para observar porque se guardan estrictas medidas para que el aforo de los establecimientos se cumpla con pocas personas. Además, sugieren que la estadía en el establecimiento no se alargue más de 30 minutos. Y hay que añadir: sentía un pequeño desasosiego debido al miedo latente de infectarme por quedarme mucho tiempo allí. Al salir, un muchacho muy joven interrogaba a otro muchacho igual de joven del establecimiento sobre la posibilidad de optar a un empleo en el lugar. El joven le indicaba dónde debía llenar la solicitud de empleo. Se me comprimió el corazón. Todos estamos en una situación difícil, pero me conmovió la franqueza y necesidad de empleo de aquel muchacho. La verdad es esta: nos está llevando la chingada. Solamente esos pequeños detalles de la vida: poder comprar un café y saborearlo unos minutos en calma, nos salvan de los vientos atroces.
October 7, 2020
Unfortunately - the pandemic has affected my political views - this is so sad. I have tried so hard to not politicize following medical/scientific precautions and treatment. However - the current leader of our country has made this virtually impossible. The good news is that I have been so aware of my bias against people who appear to not be following these most basic precautions that it has made me look further into my own personal political beliefs and those of the presidential candidates that are currently running. The pandemic has actually reinvigorated my passion for the importance of learning what candidates stand for and the effect of your vote to the overall state of things in the United States. The polarizing effects of the current political climate are unbelievable - friends of mine who have never discussed political topics are actually debating and sharing. I know this should be good but I find myself questioning my friends and their different beliefs. I think it's interesting about how much of this has to do with current presidential nominees vs. how much is pandemic and how people are dealing with this. The issues are so intertwined and it just shouldn't be like that.
October 7, 2020
Living in a country where people don't have to worry about the financial burden of being sick, I have become even more committed than before to the belief that society should provide universal health care as a basic right. We went through a bad case of Covid in our home, including hospitalization and a long (still ongoing) recovery process. I cannot imagine how much more stressful this whole experience would be if we had to simultaneously worry about how we could pay for everything. We are indeed privileged even so because we have the means to pay for a private supplemental insurance on top of the social security coverage, but in this case everything has actually been covered by the basic insurance: doctor visits, medical scans, hospitalization and all treatments, medicines... So my views haven't changed all that much, but I have reaffirmed the beliefs that guide my political actions.
October 7, 2020
Last night I dreamt that I am near the sea. The sea was wavy and I was watching it from a distance, from the other side of the road, with my husband. The air was damp and dense like in Death in Venice and the sun was slowly descending to the sea. In the small bay there was a strange show of men dressed as giant vaginas in red, dancing in the water, and their costumes got partly wet. We didn’t get wet, we were far from the waves. A huge tsunami wave came and erected a sort of a roof above our heads, but it splashed behind us and we remained dry and safe. We knew that sooner or later the wave will wash us too. For now we are just watching the waves. Finally my husband asks, what time is it anyway, and I am saying, it’s the last time. The picture is from a different time.
October 7, 2020
Without question, Donald Trump getting Covid--a needed reminder that the powerful are mere mortals. Unfortunately, the lesson has not taken hold with DT himself, who had a mild enough case (plus treatment most people don't have access to) that he's acting like it was no big deal, and going back to the same sort of in-person activities that have gotten so many other people infected along with him.
October 7, 2020
Yes, let's talk about racism. I've not seen messages or memes about the COVID pandemic that seem racist or offensive, but I am glad that conversations about racism are happening. Awareness is being heightened (once again) about racial disparities whether regarding health care, educational opportunities or economic challenges. It's right that these conversations are happening. I've chosen books like 'Caste' and 'White Fragility' to help me gain a better understanding; I've engaged in conversations about the topic; I search for ways to be of support for those in need. May conversations move - albeit slowly - toward actions that foster equality.
October 7, 2020
A history professor in our town has a tradition of making elaborate, thought-provoking Halloween displays. This year, he -- and his friends and family, media reports share -- tackled both #BLM and COVID-19, as well as the death of RBG. My family and I went for a walk over the weekend to check it out. It's impossible to capture the full display in a single photo, but I've tried to snap a few. Media reports -- local and national -- capture a bit more. For example: A Connecticut man's Halloween display features real-life horrors: The coronavirus and Black lives lost https://www.cnn.com/2020/10/01/us/connecticut-man-halloween-covid-blm-trnd/index.html West Hartford family's annual Halloween display tackles BLM, COVID-19 https://www.wfsb.com/news/west-hartford-familys-annual-halloween-display-tackles-blm-covid-19/article_b22f79a0-0724-11eb-97fd-5f5558807e19.html
October 7, 2020
The biggest news in Israel this week were the protests. Bibi had prohibited demonstrations against him in Jerusalem, claiming that they spread the virus, so the protests moved to almost every community across the country. I live in Tel aviv, and since we are not allowed to go more than 1 kilometer from our house, there are protests across the city, multiplying like little Gremlins. We went out to demonstrate with our children and so did many of our friends. The demonstrations moved from Jerusalem and became a community event, and much bigger.
October 7, 2020
The virus has not affected my life very much this week. I’m working from home, so I don’t have to interact with anyone in person. Learning that the president has the virus seemed unreal in the way it was handled. It seems like he wants to show how tough he is when he went riding around in an armored vehicle and waving to people. It also seems like they took him out of the hospital too soon. Hopefully, he will fully recover from COVID-19. One thing that really bothers me, is when my friend who works at a local hospital told me she had a set up computer systems for people to work from home because a whole department had COVID-19. The Monday after the people were set to work from home, they all came back to work. One employee came to work shaking and wrapped It’s a blanket. Why would a hospital allow people who tested positive to come back to work? My friend said she didn’t know why but that department works in a separate building. It still doesn’t make sense because people from other departments do go into that building from time to time.
October 7, 2020
This is a photo of our local emergency room with empty triage tents outside of it, taken from inside our car. We were passing by on our way home from getting drive-through flu shots which we could get because our insurance is really good and our doctors are very caring. Somehow everything about this picture sums up for me how we have access to ways to take care of our health that other people don't get. Black and brown and poor people are dying at so much higher rates. Even when wealthy white people like the president and his entourage get sick, they don't even think it's a big deal because they are already insulated and pampered, and can get expensive, cutting edge medical treatment with no problem. If all of us tried to keep each other safe, and if essential workers got excellent care and protection, we'd see a very different pattern.
October 7, 2020
H e thought he'd never contract it. O h, karma surely is a bitch, A nd now we eagerly await X actly what fake news he'll pitch.
October 7, 2020
Well, that's pretty obvious. On Friday, Trump tested positive for the virus, and now at least 19 people in his circle have too. The White House is not doing contact tracing, endangering people who live near those people exposed and people who live near me in the Washington DC area. Trump and his doctors lied about his condition, and he came back to White House while he was/is still contagious and took off his mask. He had a combination of drugs that NO ONE else in the US has had and then had the audacity to say the virus wasn't a big deal. We have a president now who is amped up on steroids and acting irrationally (even more so than usual) and the republicans act like this is normal. I can't even write about it anymore. It's literally making me sick to think about it. Counting the days now until the election and trying to stay hopeful that this nightmare will soon be over.
October 7, 2020
I moved into my first apartment this past week! Which is exciting and nerve-wracking. I moved in with two of my closest friends from home, so I'm happy I'm in good company. They both lived in Harlem prior to the pandemic and moved out over the summer. They were trying to move to Brooklyn and wanted me to join them, so here I am. Moving during the pandemic wasn't that unusual, we wore masks and cleaned everything before we began unpacking. But in the five days since we've been here, and have all been working here since we're all working remotely (and all trying to find new/better jobs), rates have begun rising in the area. We joked about whether we were making a mistake, since this might be the darkest winter ever--everything closed and cold. But I'm taking comfort in the fact that if I'm stuck inside for the entire winter, I'm doing it with two people I love and enjoy spending time with. Truthfully, we would've never gotten this apartment if it hadn't been for the pandemic. The monthly rent we're paying was lowered from last year by over $500. We frankly wouldn't have been able to afford it. And it's beautiful. It's bright and airy, and I have a skylight (as does one of my friends) and it just feels right. So we'll figure it out. Whatever happens, I have faith we'll figure it out together.
October 7, 2020