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2020-05-15
In this article for the Atlantic, LEAH FEIGER and MARA WILSON say, "the cutbacks delay important research on rising sea levels and the effects of climate change, but they also leave a door open for great-power competition that has been playing out across the globe—as Western nations have pulled back, the Russians and Chinese have maintained their activities on the continent in this period and are fighting for more access to fishing, oil reserves, and mining." It is a pertinent and thoughtful article about what governments take advantage of in times of crises in order to get ahead and an edge on other government entities.
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2020-05-22
"Misinformation is taking a dangerous hold on Fox News viewers. According to a new poll, half of all Americans who name Fox News as their primary news source believe the debunked conspiracy theory claiming Bill Gates is looking to use a coronavirus vaccine to inject a microchip into people and track the world’s population." This connects to the conspiracy theories floating around. It is a strong indication of how politics and the media affect the population during a crisis.
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05/23/2020
This RollingStone article is one of many that are surfacing on the internet. It is an indictment of Trump's focus during this time of COVID19 crisis. There are numerous frustrations people are express regarding Trump's handling of the crisis, including his excessive and costly golfing habit. For many it exposes Trump's leadership weaknesses as well as his lack of empathy.
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2020-05-20
An "outline in our Conspiracy Theory Handbook and How to Spot COVID-19 Conspiracy Theories, there are seven distinctive traits of conspiratorial thinking. ..Learning these traits can help you spot the red flags of a baseless conspiracy theory and hopefully build up some resistance to being taken in by this kind of thinking. This is an important skill given the current surge of pandemic-fueled conspiracy theories."
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2020-05-11
A New York Times article featuring the developer of the App Quibi, Jeffry Katzenberg. It is a fair observation of how the pandemic is affecting entrepreneurs in the development and Deployment of new businesses in the era of COVID19. It is important to note the burden placed on economic development and enterprise.
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2020-05-24
A story about a cancer patient who uses the internet to post hip hop dances from the hospital in order to chear people up during the COVID crisis. A bit of fresh air during a very difficult and fearful time. We could use more of this.
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2020-05-24
Exploding cats take on washing your hands to prevent the spread of coronavirus. It is a humorous take on having to wash your hands over and over.
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2020-05-20
NPR article detailing the struggles artists and performers are having during the COVID crisis. It provides ideas how fans can continue to support and help performers and artists.
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2020-05-24
NowThisIsPolitics social media post- video
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2020-05-24
Meme screenshot from Joshua Valko's Instagram story on 5/24/2020. Josh Valko is a lineman in Los Angelas and has been working through the pandemic as an essential worker. He often shares humorous accounts of the difficulties of his job due to the pandemic and the reactions from his fellow linemen. The meme shows a lineman filling out papers while sitting in the shade of tree, the caption reads "Hey Diary, its me again. Corona is still going on, but I'm a tough cookie so I'm doing fine..."
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2020-05-24
It is a satire piece demonstrating Trump's selfish handling of the pandemic for personal gain, while spending more time and effort on golf than doing his job. This post is appearing frequently on social media threads and iuses the backdrop of a New York Times article about the death toll of COVID superimposing Trump as a golfer. It is an indictment of Trump's handling of the crisis and the publics growing view of his performance.
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2020-05-24
[Curatorial Note]: Discussion of neighbors holding neighborhood get-togethers despite social distancing protocols.
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2020-05-24
[Curatorial Note]: Discussion of finding out that school would close for the rest of the 2019-2020 academic year.
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2020-04-10
The image is a register of a new procedure that apparently became indispensable for survival during April when the pandemic peaked in NYC.
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2020-05-12
The video entails a spoof of the song 'Stayin' Alive' by the Bee Gees, changed to 'Stayin' Alert' to poke fun at the government Coronavirus briefing on 10/05/2020 where PM Boris Johnson addressed the public about how lockdown would change. The government's COVID-19 slogan changed from 'Stay home, protect the NHS, save lives' became 'Stay alert, control the virus, save lives'. The general reaction from the public was a negative one at the advent of this new slogan, prompting many spoof videos and memes to be released. The briefing that the new slogan was announced in was also considered by the public to be generally confusing, contradictory, and unhelpful.
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2020-03-16
The image depicts a meme regarding the apparent link between the reasons behind the beginning of COVID-19 and the eventual cancellation of the majority of first year university exams for British students
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04/03/2020
One of my best friends came home from Melbourne to be in lockdown with her family in Hobart. Her original flight to Hobart was cancelled, and in a twenty-four-hour whirlwind she ended up on the last sailing of the Spirit of Tasmania ferry instead. She had to quarantine for two weeks when she got to Hobart because she had travelled from interstate. This was before the policy of hotel quarantine came into force in Tasmania, so she got to stay in a family friend’s vacant Airbnb in Hobart CBD.
I live really close by, and after a few days it felt too weird being so close and not seeing each other, so we decided to try a socially distanced catch up. I sat in the carpark behind her Airbnb, and she sat at the top of the stairs on her balcony. In the planning stages, we floated the term “window wine” (where you have a wine with a window in between you) but this turned out to be a “balcony beer” (where you have a beer and one friend is gazing up at the other loftier friend, like Romeo serenading Juliet).
I am including this image in the Covid19 archive because it was the first time things sunk in. To me it is an image of a very uncertain time, right at the beginning of Tasmania’s lockdown, where we had no idea whether Australia would manage to flatten the curve, and had seen varying results in other countries in news coverage. We were frightened on one level, but at the same time we were so struck by the novelty of everything – it really felt like we were living in a new, different world.
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04/18/2020
I found this really funny. It’s a very Australian Covid19 meme, using screengrabs from Kath & Kim, an iconic Australian TV show. Part mockumentary, part sitcom, the show’s eponymous characters are an outrageous mother-daughter duo who live in the fictional outer suburb of Fountain Gate.
On reflection, the boredom, banality and mini-dramas of suburban life are actually a strangely perfect parallel to our lives in lockdown. Many of us feel like we are going slightly loopy. We may spend unusual amounts of time engaged in mindless activities around the house or garden. We used to squeeze thirty minutes of exercise or a trip to the supermarket into our busy schedules. Now we shape our weeks around these events. Once allowed to drink and smoke in the world’s bars and beer gardens, we are now, like Kath, forced to uncork the chardonnay night after night (or, let's face it, midday) in our own kitchens.
Upon discovering this meme, I had been spending a lot of time drifting around the garden gazing at trees from different angles, watching birds and trying to speak to my chickens (Kath 4). My friend’s brother was sitting on an exercise ball in a work Zoom meeting, and a colleague asked him, “Are you sitting on an exercise ball?” He didn’t realise he had been bouncing up and down (Kath 1). Another friend has been on a reading craze in lockdown, devouring about one book per day-and-a-half (Kath 3). Which Kath are you today?
#HUM402
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05/01/2020
I took this photo after planting about a hundred seedlings in a newly fenced and prepared veggie patch at my Dad’s old place south of Hobart. Our veggie patch has three tiered beds so far. The other half is shadowed by the fence in winter, so we won’t plant anything on that side until the sun gets higher in spring. We turned through our composted food scraps and manure from roadside stalls to prepare the soil and added straw mulch after planting the seedlings.
Before lockdown, I only came down here for a couple of nights each week and it wouldn’t have been practical to put in a veggie patch, with all the tending it requires. But after a couple of weeks settling into the place in lockdown my boyfriend and I got a permacultural itch.
We got the seedlings from a local place called Dave’s Organic Seedlings. Dave had been under the pump since lockdown started, and so our assortment of seedlings was whatever he had left (may have an excessive amount of cabbages). I think lots of people had the same idea as us. In fact, it felt more like an urge than idea. Something primal in us needed to work with the soil, and to feel more self-sufficient.
At the same time, not knowing how long lockdown would last, planting the seedlings made me feel even more locked down, like we’d bound ourselves to this patch (getting three chooks probably didn’t help either). But for now, it’s comforting to watch them grow.
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2020-05-24
This is a common model adopted UTAS administration.
Notice how smoothly inputs are converted into outputs. This points both to the efficiency and productivity of the overall system.
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2020-05-15
Informational graphic announcing the style, date, time, and location of the Princeton High School graduation ceremony. Following the guidance issued by the County of Colusa Department of Health and Human Services, the Princeton Joint Unified School District Board voted to hold a drive-in graduation where families and friends would view the ceremony from parked cars. #ASU
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2020-05-14
News brief issued by the County of Colusa Health and Human Services Department summarizing the recommendations made by the Colusa County Public Health Officer to school district superintendents in Colusa County. On 05/13/2020, Colusa County was approved for Full Phase 2 Reopening by the State of California, creating public confusion about high school graduation restrictions, prompting clarification from the county. #ASU
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2020-04-30
Sample banners recognizing the Princeton High School Class of 2020 await administrative approval before public display. Non-traditional efforts to honor graduating seniors increased as COVID-19 social distancing restrictions lengthened, and traditional rites of passage proved inconceivable. #ASU
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2020-04-08
Boxes containing distance learning packets await distribution at Princeton Joint Unified School District. K-12 campus closures and limited internet access among students required the use of physical work packets to continue learning. #ASU
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2020-04-03
Picture books donated to Princeton Elementary School by the Colusa County Library sit on display for students to choose from. With the closure of school campuses and public libraries, students did not have access to borrowed books during the COVID-19 pandemic and relied on donations to continue their literary learning. #ASU #HST580
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2020-04-03
Informational graphic used by Princeton Joint Unified School District to inform students and parents of meal and packet distribution schedules during campus closures. This informational graphic was released in response to prolonged social distancing recommendations requiring the district to remain closed past its planned reopening date of 04/20/2020. #ASU #HST580
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2020-03-20
Poster released by Princeton Joint Unified School District informing students and parents of the distance learning packet distribution schedule during campus closures. With some students living over 25 miles away from campus, and many lacking stable internet connectivity, physical work packets were delivered via school vehicles to three neighboring towns to relieve travel burdens and encourage learning. #ASU #HST580
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2020-03-20
Poster released by Princeton Joint Unified School District informing the local community about the free grab-and-go breakfast and lunch options for anyone 18 and under during campus closures. Following state guidance, school districts in the area served any child requesting food, regardless of enrollment status. #ASU #HST580
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2020-03-20
Multiple notices posted near the entrance to Princeton High School informing students, parents, and community members of campus closures, meal service distribution, distance learning procedures, and postponed fundraisers. The sudden campus closures required the school district to quickly disperse large amounts of information to ensure continued student access to food and education. #ASU #HST580
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2020-05-23
The student quad on the Princeton High School campus stands empty on the first morning of closure. Normally filled with students and staff, the sudden desertion of campus felt eerie and apocalyptic. #ASU #HST580
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2020-05-23
It feels selfish to start off this writing with the word “I”. Usually I am able to separate from the world’s sorrow and live within myself. But there is so much all the time. How much of my life right now should be considered a joke? Am I allowed to think of myself?
The number of people dying in this country and at the rate that they are dying are statistics that I find I cannot comprehend. Usually I do well with things that are broken into numbers. Percentages and facts I can lay out in front of me and apply to a population. But this amount of death, from the unseen antagonist, is brutal. It is painful. I don’t allow myself to think of all of the people who have died, or their families, or friends, because I think that I would not move for a very long time. I don’t like to think of my friends who are working in hospitals. I wonder if they’re scared, and then I am scared for them. Each day I read the newspaper and look for some hope. Is it sad that hope relies on less people dying? And yet there are still deaths? Thank goodness, I think, that just 300 people have died instead of last week’s 700. Are we built to handle these numbers?
I don’t know what to do. My mom is immunocompromised. It feels dangerous to leave the house for more than a grocery run. Am I selfish to see my friends? How long will this last? And how can I be thinking of myself when so many people are dying everyday, and risking their lives, and dying from this risk? I read an article recently that said something like “how can we ask those to stay home for society when they are the ones that society has forgotten?” How do I help these people? Why am I scared to look for ways to help? My mom told me to look for part-time jobs recently. She only asked one time, in a sort of forceful way, and I assured her that I would. But I can’t. I can’t bring that to our house.
How do I not feel grief all the time? My friends and I social-distance from each other. And we laugh, and we talk, and we drink and just be together. It is a small relief. But am I allowed this relief? Why do I get to have these things when others can’t? Who am I to sit in this room, and type on this computer, and not have overwhelming fear for my life, not only of getting sick but of feeding my family?
Sometimes I’ll be laying in bed, and I’ll just feel an ache between my ribcage. I know it is my anxiety. I haven’t had an attack for a while, but I know where it lives, and I can’t say that it is sleeping right now. Every once in a while it wakes, and locks its self onto my ribs, and pulls them taut, not enough for me to start breathing heavily, but just enough so I know that it’s there. Sometimes I’ll feel like crying. Sometimes I am so happy, usually when I’m with my family, that something wells in my chest and I feel as if I’m going to burst. I am so grateful and thankful for our health and our safety. I am privileged to the nth degree.
Other times I feel like crying because I forget what is happening in the outside world, and then I remember. It feels like I am a pencil that has been dulled from overuse, from ignoring and not feeling everything that is happening everywhere. And then something happens, and I read an article or watch a video or picture someone’s family, and the pencil is sharp, and the writing is fresh, and it burns on the way down.
I feel like crying too when I am frustrated. I am frustrated with how my life is being lived right now. My mom told me that she is okay 99% of the time. But that 1%, when she realizes that my brother and I’s lives have been put on hold, she freaks out. My parents have always asked me what I plan on doing with my life, what my next steps are, where am I going. Those questions fall flat for me now. How can I plan for this life? Where should my next steps take me? Has my path changed for where I am going? And how do I deserve to feel like this? Am I allowed to feel frustrated with what is happening to me?
I cried recently watching an episode of Avatar. The main character was so angry and sad and frustrated, that he went into himself, and almost caused mass destruction. His friend waited, and looked sad, and slowly grabbed him. He fell into her arms and started crying for what he lost. I started crying too. How much have I lost that I don’t realize? Nobody is grabbing me, and pulling me down, and holding me. Can I expect that from others who are going through the same things? How much can I expect from the people in my life during this shared experience? How do we support each other?
Every discussion I have with my friends, and my family, anywhere these conversations take place, always feel to me to be tinged with a sense of un-reality. None of us are supposed to be here. The plans that we are making together should not exist. The happiness that I draw from these interactions is true, and a relief, and a much-need salve. But how long can these things last? The need for normalcy and the need to acknowledge the tremendous amount of death are at such odds with each other.
And my guilt is overwhelming. For not doing anything now, but also for the times before the pandemic when death and inequality were still happening and I was still doing nothing. How do I reconcile the image I have of myself with my actions? How can I claim to care so much about what’s happening now, when I have done nothing in the past?
I left Kingston on March 18th. I have discovered that I usually do well in emergencies. When my parents called me at 10 p.m. on March 17th, and told me that I needed to be packed for noon the next day, I told my housemate what I needed to do and did it. At first I felt some relief. I had been so nervous about my family for about a week, and I was so far from them. I thought often about an interview question I had had during the first week of March. They asked me what I would do if there was a zombie apocalypse. What I told them, and what the first thing that came to mind was, that I would try to get back to my family as soon as possible. This isn’t a zombie apocalypse, but that anxiety and urgency were still there. Get across the border before it closes. Leave your friends and work behind. Say goodbyes swiftly. Make it easier for yourself.
March 17th is St. Patrick’s Day. My housemate and I had watched the first two of the original Star Wars movies. A friend had come by to pick-up a stereo. On the chalkboard door to my housemate’s bedroom we had listed the things we were going to do during the short quarantine we believed we were under. Smoke weed. Star Wars movie marathon. Play cards. I guess my housemate wiped it off after I left.
It didn’t take long for me to pack up all my stuff because I didn’t plan on being in Kingston for longer than three months. I went to bed afterwards. I thought back to the way that I felt when I witnessed a car crash one day in high school. My best friend was driving us. I think I slept three-hours the night before because of an assignment. A car coming out from a stop sign slipped on the ice and T-boned the left-turning car. I started crying immediately; my friend told me to call 9-1-1 and got out of the car to check on the drivers. When I called, I couldn’t tell them where we were, or what street we were on, even though we were a few blocks from my house. After we got to school I went to the nurse’s office and cried. I never wanted to feel like that again.
The day after I packed my things two of my best friends came over to take what alcohol and food I had left. It was embarrassing what I had stocked up for when I thought I was staying for longer. I was angry at myself for spending the money, and angry at my friends for taking it from me. I was mad that they got to stay, and sad that I had to leave them, and anxious to get home as soon as possible. They arrived at my house a few hours before my dad came, and I was angry at them as soon as they walked into the house. I wanted them to leave so that I could check the box off my to-do list. Saying goodbye to friends. I needed them gone because their presence in my house, such an anomaly on a Wednesday morning, just emphasized the irregularity of our lives. I barely spoke to them and hugged them goodbye much earlier than they anticipated. I didn’t care if I had hurt them because I was hurting all over, aching, needing them to be gone.
As soon as they left I cried. I started sobbing, huge, heaving, wracking sobs, that betrayed me to myself. My housemate sat by silently and handed me a box of tissues. It was so much easier for her to see me like this than the others. She and I were friends, and had spent so much time together, but she didn’t know me eight weeks earlier. While I cried I told her how scared I was that I was a carrier and was going to infect my mom, and how much I wanted to get home despite it. I cried for the anxiety that I was feeling towards everyone and everything, like if someone touched me I would probably crumble. Another friend stopped by and I steeled myself to her too. I loved these people but their presence at my door meant my reality was true.
The weather on the drive home with my dad was beautiful. One of the things that this pandemic has made me realize is that for all the things that humans pride themselves on controlling, the weather is something insurmountable. We are at its mercy, and although hundreds of thousands of people have died from this virus, the weather will never reflect our mood. If anything, this is a blessing, a reminder that ultimately life does not stop, that the rain does not pour because we are feeling sad, and the sun does not shine because we need the flowers to grow. We can take stock in its presence, and breathe these coincidences as if they were meant for us, and it can bring us joy, and hope, and sadness. But the weather will keep on changing, and so will we.
Two days after coming home, my dad and I flew down to South Carolina to drive my brother and his friend home. I have recently started having trouble with flying. I have flown all the time for a large part of my life, to many different countries around the world. But at some point a flight changed from a break in travel to a long-block in a journey from getting one place to another. I have started to feel an anxiety in the pit of my stomach, a different feeling than my normal one, probably something that I’d classify as dread. I am now tempted to sleep through the flights, and just go from one place to another without the excruciating in-between, without acknowledging the clouds and the large oceans and plots of land that they cover. Our flight to South Carolina reminded me of these feelings. These feelings kind of remind me of the present too. I open the paper and read the news everyday, with a sense of “Are we there yet?” But where is there? And who is we? And should yet, implying a closeness that is just out of reach, be in our vocabulary?
The drive back from South Carolina to Connecticut was filled with more urgency than I anticipated. My brother and his friend did not need to be dragged out of bed at eight o’clock in the morning. The drive-thru fried breakfast food was compulsory but felt like an exception to some unnamed rule of not stopping except for necessities. My dad and I drove together, and listened to podcasts, and looked out the window, but it was rimmed with the kind of dread that I felt on the airplane. If we didn’t get home fast enough, would we ever make it?
When I was driving into Connecticut, and my dad was half-asleep in the passenger seat, he told me how glad my mom will be when we are all home together. I told him I was happy, but nervous about being an unknown carrier of the virus. He got angry, saying that he was trying to unload his stress by talking with me. When we got home it was great, and we are together again, but it’s not as easy as I thought it would be.
I am struggling every day with some cognitive dissonance. I care so much about the world, and the people in it, but how can I say these things without working the same amount to ensure their own safety and happiness? But at the same time, how can I think about putting my family at risk by going further into the world?
Where is my place right now? Who am I meant to be during this time?
And still, the weather will keep changing, and tomorrow it may rain, or it will be sunny, and I’ll have no say in it.
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2020-05-23
This video explores how funerals have changed among the COVID-19 pandemic
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2020-04-07
The Hershey Company started having me work from home on March 17, 2020. I am a baker for the Hershey Company's baking products test kitchen. Since March I have been baking and working on recipes from home. In order to re-enter the building, I was required to take my temperature at home, photograph it, and present that photo to the security officer on duty. On April 7, 2020 I took a photograph of my temperature before leaving my house to restock my baking supplies from the test kitchen pantry. I presented this photo to security before filling out a health declaration form and signing into the building. Once I had been fully checked in I was able to collect the supplies I needed before signing out of the building. Since March 17th, I have only had to return to my work area twice to restock. Now Hershey has temperature check points that operate during specific windows of time and no longer requires employees to photograph their temperature. In this way, the Hershey Company has been able to accurately track employees in and out of the buildings in order to keep employees safe.
The image shows a closeup of a thermometer reading 97 degrees.
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2020-05-23
Image is of an Instagram post by the Culinary Institute of America to their graduates. The picture shows a graduation cap decorated with a black bow, a rhinestone border, and a gum paste roses of various shades of red and pink with gum paste leaves. The cap has the words "Farm to Table! 2019 *CIA*" in white letters. The post states, "Our Graduation Ceremony may be online this year, but you can still get in the spirit and decorate your cap. Tag your designs and we will repost the best ones! #proud2bcia." The Culinary Institue of America has been shut down since March and taken as many of their classes as possible online. No information is provided about the date of the graduation or which degree is being awarded. The CIA has graduations typically every three weeks for Associate degree students and multiple graduations per year for Bachelor's degree students.
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2020-05-02
The image shows an obese Barbie lying on a bed with a laptop, a cat, and two cans of soda. Next to her is a chair with a purse and a large french fry. The image is captioned "New for Christmas 2020...Quarantine Barbie...(surprised faced emoji)." The meme is a comment on the issue of gaining weight during the quarantine.
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2020-05-23
[Curatorial Note]: Discussing finally learning to play guitar with free time due to COVID 19 quarantine.
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2020-04-01
The excel file was created by personal trainer Grace Stiles to keep me sane while in quarantine. The tracker serves to help me by not only reminding me to exercise but to complete other tasks such as eat three meals a day or drink water. Ms. Stiles is aware that I have difficulty with depression and ADHD, and having a routine helps to curb issues with both conditions. The tracker shows areas where I have struggled to maintain a full routine while in quarantine. Most apparent is the issue of insomnia and drinking and eating enough daily.
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2020-04-07
A poster created by a community organization on the island of Taketomi, in Okinawa prefecture, Japan, reading "At least, wear a mask, please." Taketomi is famous for its traditional Okinawan village environment - it's one of the best places in all of Japan for visitors to experience the white sand paths, limestone walls, and red terracotta roofs of a traditional Okinawan village. The island's residents rely very heavily on tourism revenue to get by. However, an epidemic like Covid19 can quickly overwhelm and devastate a local community like this. The rest of the poster reads:
せめてマスクを着用して下さい
竹富島に観光で訪れた皆さまへ
＊竹富島はオジーオバーが非常に多いです。竹富公民館員数２８２名の内103名が70歳以上の高齢者です。
＊竹富島は小さな診療所が１つだけしかありません。醫師１名看護師1名事務1名のみ。新型コロナウイルス感染者がいても対応できません。
To everyone visiting Taketomi Island for tourism:
At least wear a mask please.
Taketomi Island has an extremely high number of grannies and granddads. Of the 282 members of the local citizens' organization, 103 are elders over 70 years old.
Taketomi Island has only one small clinic. There is only one doctor, one nurse, and one admin staff. Even if someone were to have coronavirus, they can't respond to it.
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2020-04-07
A J-Cast News article on a campaign by Taketomi Island, a small island in southern Japan, to encourage tourists/visitors to at least wear facemasks if they're going to visit the island. This article highlights the difficult position so many places and businesses are in - they need tourists for their economic well-being, but they also need to block the spread of the virus. A dilemma. While many islands are discouraging tourism altogether, Taketomi has apparently decided it's too vital for the economy of the tiny community.
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2020-05-23
An English-language discussion thread for updates on the coronavirus situation in Okinawa.
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2020-04-26
A poster created by Kumamoto City in southern Japan, featuring a picture of Kumamoto Castle, which is under repair since a powerful earthquake in 2016.
The poster reads:
籠城じゃ。家にいよう。みんなで打ち克とう。熊本市。
We're holed up as if in a castle under siege. Let's stay home. Let's be victorious together. Kumamoto City.
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04/26/2020
My grandmother Pauline Bell made it into the local paper. She lives in an assisted living community and no visitors are allowed. Family was invited to decorate their cars and drive by slowly honking and encouraging their loved ones from a safe distance!
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04/26/2020
Article from Honolulu Civil Beat on the disproportionate impact of Covid19 on those of Pacific Island descent in California
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05/10/2020
Robin Kay Bell marvels at the return of nature during Covid-19 as humans shelter in place.
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2020-05-18
Poem written by my 82 year old grandmother, Janice Simone Simon who says the pandemic is bringing her down because she is old and doesn’t have much time left and doesn’t want to spend the time she does have left in her home.
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2020-04-25
One of a series of digital posters produced by the Save Okinawa Project, depicting sites in Okinawa and encouraging people to not visit the islands right now.
It reads:
おきなわ、休業中 Sorry, We Are Closed
今や人口100万人に対する感染率は全国14位（2020年4月24日現在）。県民も感染防止のために外出を控えたり、休業して頑張っています。沖縄旅行は、今は控えてほしい。お互いに健康になってから、シマを一緒に満喫しましょう。
今、沖縄を満喫できない３つの理由
1）観光施設やビーチが閉まっている
２）娯楽施設が閉まっている
３）医療施設がキャパオーバー（病床数40程度：入院患者数112人）
Okinawa, closed for business right now.
Right now, our infection rate per 1 million people is 14th in the country (as of 2020/4/24). Residents of the prefecture are also refraining from going out, shutting down operations, trying hard to prevent the spread of infection. Right now, we want you to refrain from Okinawa travel. Once we both are well, let's fully enjoy the islands.
Three reasons you cannot fully enjoy Okinawa right now:
1) tourist sites and beaches are closed
2) entertainment venues are closed
3) medical facilities are over-capacity (112 hospitalized patients for each 40 hospital beds)
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05/18/2020
For the first time since the quarantine started in Peru, children were allowed to go outside for 30 minutes a day.
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05/19/2020
Meme alluding to the conspiracy theory that Bill Gates created COVID-19 to profit from the vaccine.
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05/19/2020
Meme making fun of what it feels like to cough in public during the COVID outbreak.
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05/12/2020
What it means to stay home and what sacrifice means varies greatly by class.
