âItâd be like if we went to NASA and they were using astrological charts to try to figure out how to get a rocket to Europa,â Leibel said.
These are cotton and cotton blends; the blue one feels like linen or a good impostor. The one on the lower left came from a remnant that had the Mary Quant (look her up) imprint (so many designers become brandsâŚ) From l to r, top to bottom, I used shoelaces, narrow satin ribbon, seam binding, and shower-puff cords to make tie straps.
My testing consists of putting one tightly over my face, holding it with my hand, then faking a cough or a sneeze, holding my other hand in front of my mouth. If I donât feel a lot coming out, it passed. All of the masks are double-layered and hand-sewn.
I donât know how to put this, butâŚI just want to die reading after reading just the headline. I donât want to commit suicide; I just donât want to live in a world where this sort of stuff happens.
Chicago didnât HAVE a trauma center (Level 1/2) in the traditionally African-American part of town (south side) until 10 months ago.
Yeah, you read that right: 2019.
Well, if we donât have tests, then we wonât have numbers, and we all know that the president doesnât like it when numbers make him look bad, itâs basically treason. /s
I suppose Iâve been oblivious to the situation, but while thinking about getting some sort of webcam to replace the pretty feeble offering on my imacâŚ
B&H will teach you when the high Holidays are (itâs passover!), but youâll be waiting far longer than a week, should you need a webcam.
I should be grateful for what Iâve got.
Yup. Same thing with Adorama. Ray Milland ran into a similar problem in Lost Weekend.
Now I challenge you to discover what B&H means!
Big and Hairy?
Not much of a challenge-- Blimie & Herman itâs in the ads youtube serves up. I subscribe to way too many photography channels.
A filmed TV is gauche, but I suppose itâs what the MPAAâs copyright police want us to do.
Iâve now read about 15 P.G. Wodehouse novels (and a bunch of shorter works, a lot of which is on Project Gutenberg.) I must say, they are great for escaping todayâs reality. However, the one Iâm reading now, The Adventures of Sally, while also funny, has a minor character catch and recover from the 1918 flu. Very weird.
Another of my escapes has been comedian Sarah Millican. Iâve watched two of her full-length performances on YouTube. Hilarious!
That and Baruch HaShem.
But I feel weâre getting away from COVID-19.
That raises a grim question: Whatâll it take before everyone personally knows someone who died from Covid-19? As of this writing, more than 11,800 people have died from it in the United States. (And that death toll may be an undercount.) If knowing one of those people would make the pandemic concrete for someoneâreal and actionableâhow many have to die before every American knows one of the dead?
I found out that the silk velvet mask was too porous; my new test is blowing out a candle with my mouth at least six inches away from the flame. If it just moves, cool. I was able to blow it out with the aforementioned mask, though. I have one Iâm going to make from leopard-print corduroy, tomorrow.