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2020-04-18
Kristin’s Journal pages
Comparing the pandemic to the contests and television show Big Brother 18 April 2020 -
2020-05-20
Our life during Coronavirus pandemic
A photo journal of a family in Florence Italy during Covid19 pandemic -
2020-05-09
Four journal entries from 2020 pandemic
Journal entries about the seesaw emotional toll that news and info about the pandemic have on the sheltered. -
2020-05-08
Coronavirus and Latin American Families
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2020-05-01
A story of compassion
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2020-04-15
The Empty City: a Quarantine Photojournal
My week-by-week account (updated one month at a time) of life in quarantine in New Orleans -
2020-05-07
COVID-19 Journal Entry
It is a document journal entry typed where I added photos of my journal where I wrote the entry and picture of the polaroids I took. Originated as a written journal entry and into a google doc. -
2004
Development and Evaluation of a Novel Loop-Mediated Isothermal Amplification Method for Rapid Detection of Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome Coronavirus
The journal talks about a method in detecting a type of coronavirus (SARS) in 2004. -
03/20/2020 to 05/01/2020
Pandemic Journey, a day to day account
Thoughts, observations, musings, some News content and every day activities of a woman from Bowen Island, British Columbia. Sue Hurn emailed to Catherine O'Donnell, who uploaded -
2020-05-02
Covid-19 personal experience
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2020-05-01
My COVID-19 Experience
Hello, My name is Carolina, or I like to go by Kat. My story begins towards the beginning of March 2020. -
2020-05-01
Living
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2020-03-15
Family, Friends, Illness, Fear, Frustration, and Joy: A Covid-19 Journal for March-April 2020
My journal covering March-April 2020. It is unedited except for the removal of last names and some other identifying information. I am a retired professional writer/editor, but did not intend this for publication as I was writing it.. -
2020-04-30
Staying safe during quarantine
When Covid-19 broke out, everyone began to be more conscious when it came to going out and interacting with the public. The risk of contracting the virus was high and extremely dangerous to some people with health issues. That was the case with my grandmother who is immunosuppressed and has respiratory issues. In order to protect ourselves, and especially her, my family limited going out to just grocery store runs and any traveling for work. We set up our own disinfecting station where we wiped down anything that came from the grocery store or mail, as well as thoroughly washing our hands during the process. We watched the news carefully every day and saw the number of infected cases rise each day, but took solace in knowing that my grandmother was safe and healthy. -
2020-03-28
Songs from a Pandemic
Songs from a Pandemic is an attempt to chronicle what SC artists are writing as a response to these strange and difficult times. (More below.) Let me know if you have a song for the playlist(s). Stay safe everyone! And keep making your music! :) Why am I collecting Songs from a Pandemic? About the middle of March, 2020, as Americans were moving toward stay-at-home orders, I started to see more songs posted that referenced the pandemic, whether using the term pandemic or terms like coronavirus, COVID-19, quarantine, self-isolation, etc. I thought it would be interesting to take note, so I started the playlist Songs from a Pandemic in early April to catalog songs written and posted during this time. Once I saw some artists posting multiple songs related to the pandemic I created More Songs from a Pandemic. The main playlist features a single song from an artist writing on the theme. When an artist on the main playlist posts another song related to the pandemic I am placing those songs on the More Songs playlist. I'm interested in the number of artists who are expressing themselves to others by naming their song after our current situation or writing lyrics about life during the pandemic. I don't know how many artists will do so. We're all affected by the pandemic, so if we're producing art right now it is likely to have been influenced by our times in some way or another. But since I can't capture every song in a playlist, I am collecting the works where an artist has a sent a clear message in the form of a song title or tags or description or in lyrics. Finally, I thought the SC communities would be interested to have a historical document of these times, how musicians expressed themselves. We're mostly create-at-home artists as it is, so I think we're seeing more activity among musicians because of the pandemic. And of course more songs about privation, isolation, anxiety and stir-craziness. And what does all that sound like? We're learning more every day. What qualifies for these lists and how are the songs picked? First, there are 2 playlists. Songs from a Pandemic and More Songs from a Pandemic. The criteria for adding a song are almost identical. But the main playlist features only one song per artist. The second playlist includes additional works by those artists and which fit the criteria below. In both cases, these are songs that have been written roughly after February 1, 2020. The lists are not based on things I personally prefer or genres I most enjoy. I'm trying to be as comprehensive as I can. The songs surface mostly as reposts that appear on the SC Stream. I scroll through the stream about 4 times a day and I try to review every notification every day. I'm looking for evidence that a song reflects the pandemic (e.g., coronavirus or COVID-19) or how our lives have been affected. How do I know this is the case? It's not easy since I'm not sending artists messages asking about their songs. Instead, I'm looking at 5 things. If any one of those things is clear and obvious, I'll add the song to a playlist. Or, if in combination these things suggest a connection, I'll add the song to a playlist. 1. Track title 2. Track description including lyrics 3. Tags 4. Cover art 5. Artist replies to comments I may look at all of these in an effort to find a connection to the pandemic. I am quite sure I have overlooked many pieces that the writer intended to reflect life in the pandemic but which was not obvious in the five factors I noted. E.g,, a track called Loneliness could very well relate to the pandemic, but with no additional clues besides a track title there's no way to be sure it is relevant. Such a title could just as easily refer to something else. Your feedback is welcome if you want to send a message. I'll do my best to be fair and consistent in building a record of how the artists on SC lived their lives in the shadow of this pandemic. -
2020-04-30
No matter what: Racism is not okay
This pandemic is hard enough for all of us. As a health care worker, I've been deemed one of the special "frontliners" the ones who still put on pants everyday to go to work and serve. So shouldn't I be happy? Isn't this what I signed up for when I decided to be a pharmacy technician part time during my undergrad? I'm happy to serve my community. I'm happy to be able to still be okay and healthy and make a difference by helping my patients. But I didn't sign up for racism. I didn't sign up for face rashes because my allergies still happen and when I sneeze all that snot and saliva gets caught in my mask, and by the end of the day my nose and lips are bright red. I didn't sign up for microagressions with anything, not even my age. In the pharmacy, I've had customers make inappropriate jabs at me about my age, ask for older looking workers because they don't think I'm experienced enough, but none of that prepared me for microagressions based on my race. Coming back to work during the pandemic was strange. Because I had traveled back to Southern California, and back up to Northern California for school, my boss didn't schedule me for 2 weeks-- weeks I had asked for off due to school events that were now, cancelled. Coming back during the crisis, I noticed little things. Customers sanitizing every thing I touched, standing a bit farther away from me from behind the plexiglass, but stepping closer to speak with other store associates, asking for other workers. This was fine. I just continued to serve with a smile. But today, today was the worst one yet. As I walked back into the store from lunch, two ladies blocked the walkway to get through to the pharmacy. Needing to get by, I walked a little close to them, but used an aisleway to get by. Noticing me walk by, they decided to scream: 6 FEET AWAY. SOCIAL DISTANCING at me, and only me. Not at the non-asian looking company employee clearly a bit too close to them, not at any other passerby's, just me- a Vietnamese girl who just needed to get back to her job. I still had a good 4 hours to go in the shift, and that didn't include crying. Keeping a straight face, I walked past them, and continued on to do my job. I kept a straight face the whole shift, until afterwards, I got into my car and cried. Those words shouldn't have hurt me in that way. I shouldn't have to hide my feelings, but they were there. As I sat in silence, finally steady enough to drive home, those words still haunted me the entire way back, until I got home, got into my room, turned off all the lights and continued to cry for all the hurt I felt from those words. Social distancing is important, but be mindful of the space you are taking up, and who is around you. Racism is never okay, and I hope my reaction to these words and actions prevent you from do anything of the same sort. Just because we're Asian does not mean this pandemic is our fault. We're all in this together, so we need to support each other, not tear each other down. -
2020-04-29
Sudden change
A Personal Account of the pandemic -
2020-04-29
A College Student's Story
Short text -
2020-04-29
Dear Corona 1.0
An open letter to COVID -
2020-04-28
Fast Food Worker
A personal account of a fast-food worker during the pandemic. -
2020-04-29
41 days
A personal account of the pandemic. -
2020-04-24
COVID 19 Journal: 04/24/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/24/2020 -
2020-04-24
COVID 19 Journal: 04/23/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/23/2020 -
2020-04-24
COVID 19 Journal: 04/22/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/22/2020 -
2020-04-24
COVID 19 Journal: 04/21/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/21/2020 -
2020-04-20
COVID 19 Journal: 04/20/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/20/2020 -
2020-04-19
COVID 19 Journal: 04/19/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/19/2020 -
2020-04-18
COVID 19 Journal: 04/18/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen -
2020-04-14
COVID 19 Journal: 04/14/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/14/2020 -
2020-04-13
COVID 19 Journal: 04/13/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/13/2020 -
2020-04-12
COVID 19 Journal: 04/12/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/12/2020 -
2020-04-09
COVID 19 Journal: 04/09/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/09/2020 -
2020-04-08
COVID 19 Journal: 04/08/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/08/2020 -
2020-04-07
COVID 19 Journal: 04/07/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/07/2020 -
2020-04-05
COVID 19 Journal: 04/05/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/05/2020. -
2020-04-04
COVID 19 Journal: 04/04/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/04/2020. -
2020-04-03
COVID 19 Journal: 04/03/2020
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 04/03/2020 -
2020-03-12
Mr. Atherton's Pandemic Journal
Semi-daily journal recording the thoughts of a California middle school history teacher in the early days of the pandemic, shared with his students as he wrote it. -
2020-04-14
Justice Dept. Voices Support for Church’s Drive-in Services Despite Virus Orders
This article discusses the continuation of the First Amendment "even in times of emergency". As a small Baptist church in Mississippi was supposedly penalized for continuing to hold drive-in church services, the Justice Department confirmed its support in the church's lawsuit against the city of Greenville, and showed their approval and understanding of their new drive-in services. The main argument and point of support they touched on was the fact that even as times are changing and the world around is chaotic, people are still given their religious freedom and their right to defend it. -
2020-03-24
COVID 19 Journal
COVID 19 Journal by Kaitlin Whalen written 03/24/2020-04/24/2020. -
2020-04-17
COVID-19 Journal
A weekly journal for a Suffolk University English class. -
2020-04-22
Week of April 20th
Week of April 20 -
2020-04-18
Diary in the Time of Corona
I woke up this morning and decided to write. Why today? What’s different about today than yesterday, or the day before? I have no answers to these questions. It’s Day 25 of the quarantine. The sky is dull gray and it’s raining, my windows streaked with wet wavy lines that make them look like etched glass. Today is not so different from yesterday, except yesterday it wasn’t raining. And yesterday we went to the supermarket. That place fills me with terror. The aisles are not wide enough to keep the required six feet social distance. In the produce section it’s inevitable that two or more people will end up inspecting the bananas or the lettuce at the same time. When that happens we move apart as far as we can but we don’t walk away, as if the lettuce or the bananas or whatever are a territory we refuse to surrender. We do avert our eyes, ashamed to look our adversaries in the face. Upstairs in my bedroom I hear the rain against the roof, a soft, steady patter. The marsh is enveloped in a fine mist with ochre and green grasses and a few trees yielding small mauve flowers. I’m waiting for phone calls from the dead: my father, who passed away nineteen years ago and my mother, who passed away three years ago. Why do we want what we cannot have? Or is this the nature of grief, that after the sharp stabbing pains of loss a knot of slow sadness begins to form and 2 wind itself around our hearts, once in a while tugging so hard we’re reminded sharply once again of those who are gone? Maybe that’s what writing is for: not the documentation of what we have but the recovery of what we’ve lost. I’m reading a book by Lydia Davis called The End of the Story. It’s a novel about a woman writing a novel about a brief but intense love affair that ended thirteen years earlier. She can’t finish the novel because she can’t find the right way to end it, or so she says. But we know she can’t finish the novel because finishing it will end her connection to her lost lover, and she doesn’t want to experience such pain and grief all over again. The rain has stopped and the sky has shifted to a softer gray. The yellow and dark greens of the leaves are startling and bright in the thin light. Lydia Davis is a descriptive writer. She paints vivid pictures of the natural world: sound of ocean waves, piquant scent of eucalyptus, aggressive jade plants. But in her obsessions and delusions and isolation from friends she is not the best companion for me right now. ** Day 26. I am a witness to the pandemic. Everyone is a witness. But I’m not risking my life like the nurses and doctors and other workers on the front lines. I feel like a coward. 3 Today is sunny, with a cloudless sky of soft, washed blue. When you are quarantined weather becomes very important, like a prophecy or a sign of progress, or stagnation. On fine days I could go outside for a walk but usually I don’t want to. On the days I’ve gone for walks there’s an unspoken tug-of-war on the sidewalk when others approach: who will be first to step out of the way. My husband and I are always first to move. We agree we tend to give a wide berth earlier than necessary. Still, each time we veer into the street so walkers can pass I feel we’ve offered a consideration that was not reciprocated. This gives me a feeling of victimization that makes me even more irritable than I already am. On a recent walk I couldn’t help noticing that everything in my neighborhood reminded me of the virus. Small shrubs with crimson buds. A mask in the middle of the asphalt, awaiting asphyxiation. Street signs that say Dead End. I never realized there were so many dead ends where I live. When I’m overcome with anxiousness I prepare a meal. Before the time of corona I was a reluctant cook, and we often ate dinners at the local trattoria. But of course that’s no longer possible. I don’t have the patience or creativity to be a decent home cook. But now I find comfort in assembling a dish or two. I experience a sense of accomplishment in completing what feels like a meaningful activity. Food is no longer readily or easily available. If I’m missing an ingredient I won’t run to the supermarket wearing with my mask and disposable gloves. With every trip to the market comes the risk of 4 additional exposure. Grocery shopping demands enormous amounts of energy. So I try to plan ahead, which isn’t easy when you’re anxious all the time. Today’s side dish is quinoa tabbouleh with scallions, tomatoes, feta, and fresh lemon. Even writing the word “fresh” refreshes my depleted spirits. Before preparing the tabbouleh I looked out the window, my gateway, my connection to the world outside my home. My attention was drawn to a single orange-breasted robin stepping across the grass. I watched for a while, since now I have time for such contemplative activity. The robin began to peck at the ground, circling and wandering, circling and pecking. I had the idea he was searching for food and not finding any. I turned away. Things I never noticed before. The whiskered tips on the scallions, like a man’s white-gray beard. The amount of plastic and paper towels I waste even though I claim to be pro-environment. I think of my mother growing up during the Great Depression with barely enough food and not enough money. I have coats in the closet, sweaters in the drawers, a stocked refrigerator. Was I really so clueless and ungrateful? ** Day 27. Be mindful, stay in the present. I am trying to be present but the news on the morning radio announced 40,000 Americans are dead from the virus. How is this possible? The future has become our dystopian present. 5 Last night we visited with our kids on Zoom. Such interactions are one of the challenges of this particular moment, the physical separation from loved ones. These meetings in cyberspace reinforce the sense of enforced isolation: my adult children isolated in their homes within an hour or so of mine. I miss them. They might as well be living on the moon. I’ve heard stories of doctors and nurses sleeping in their garages so as not expose their families. This is worse than my experience, much worse, because their lives are in imminent danger. Nonetheless, their experience does not erase the pain I feel as a mother and new grandmother who can’t touch or hug my children. In my home state of New Jersey, 40 percent of more than 4,200 coronavirus deaths have been linked to long-term care facilities. My mother was a dementia patient in one such facility for six years. I thank heaven I do not have to worry about the virus killing my mother in a nursing home. The past seeps into the present. The present is the future, for the time-being. I’m reminded of the words of T.S. Eliot: “Time present and time past/ are both perhaps present in time future/ And time future contained in time past.” Perhaps our sense of separation between past, present, and future was always illusory. My brother contracted the virus a few weeks ago and was ill with a fever that spiked as high as 102.8. Mercifully he is recovering well. Past, present, and future, they are merged into the nightmare of the virus. I just read about a 25-year-old woman, a Latino grad student studying marriage and family therapy, who died of complications from the virus which she 6 likely contracted while working at a clinic for Latinos in one of the corona hotspots in Queens. I am overcome. I can’t write anymore. -
2020-04-19
Social Media and COVID19
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2020-04-17
COVID-19 DAILY JOURNAL
A history teacher's perspective of COVID-19 pandemic in his journal. -
2020-04-17
4/7/20, Ambulance Sirens heard in Bklyn
This is an entry from my journal dated 4/7/2020. Ambulance sirens have been the dominant noise on the streets of NYC during this crisis. On this date, I decided to record every ambulance siren I heard passing through my neighborhood of Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. -
onward
A Journal of the Plague Year
Personal Journal of Coronavirus, starting March 22 -
2020-03-01
My Covid 19 Journal
Experiencing the coronavirus. -
2020-04-08
Ballarat COVID-19 Report Number One
Personal observation of lockdown in a regional Australian city -
2020-04-13
Staying at home: Big Change
Every day when I open my eyes, the first thing I do is open my phone and check my social media. Weibo, a major tool for most Chinese to get the news, shares the tendency of the virus in the first place. As a study abroad student, I got messages from my friends every day to check if I’m okay. I got the message from one of my best friends yesterday to ask if I need some supplies that he can deliver. My parents made a phone call every day to check my status. Every time I got the phone call, I would hear similar words from my parents. For example, stay at home and wash hands frequently. I strictly follow their instruction. I noticed until the day I wrote this journal, the number of people affected in America has reached 570,000. The number may be the reason why everyone is asking me. The number has increased every day, and I saw a big change in the place I live in. The building I lived in announced that all the delivery no longer can send to the apartment. All the delivery will leave at the front desk. Then, a new announcement came out in the following two days, that there will be someone to send to the doors. In other words, in order to protect everyone, the residences no longer need to go down and pick up their delivery; Instead, a team member will deliver them to the door and wearing masks and gloves. Besides, the elevators only can take four people in time to keep the social distancing. I think all the policies are really responsible and careful to all the residents. I went to the supermarket this week, as the first time I went out after staying at home for three weeks. I went to H Mart, a Korean supermarket near the place I lived. I was surprised that it also did a really good job of preventing the virus. The market controlled the number entered and lined up all the customers outside. The security will ask all the customers to keep the distance from each other. When I entered the market, and employees gave me a pair of gloves. There is still sufficient food in there. At the checkout, there is a transparency board that isolated the cashiers and customers. This is what I experience this week and share those in my journal. I hope everyone stays healthy!