I Would Like to See My Doctor: Social Distancing and Telemedicine
My first COVID-19-era "telehealth" video call had me looking up my doctor's nose. Who could blame him for turning his camera off?
My first COVID-19-era "telehealth" video call had me looking up my doctor's nose. Who could blame him for turning his camera off?
Ironically, the very thing many have lamented as chief atomizer of humankind, social media, has proven to be indispensable for bringing us together — and for bringing me solace while, like Boccaccio's women in Decameron, I wait out the pandemic in the hills of Abruzzo.
Boris Johnson admires the Mayor in Spielberg's Jaws. Remember him? He was the guy who wouldn't close the beaches -- and sacrifice that revenue source -- during a public crisis.
In one sense, life in the time of Coronavirus clarifies an essential element of love: love always occurs at an ontological distance.
How unsettling and unnerving it is during these times of coronavirus, when our rational intellect suggests one set of answers, while our emotions pull us toward another.
If you need to know what the boundaries of diction are, listen to my reformed ghetto-ass.
History doesn't always tell us how to get it right. It sometimes warns us of the cost of getting it wrong. Art steeped in that history, like John Lewis' graphic novel trilogy, March, can remind us, if we're paying attention.