On an old cathode ray Television, with bunny ears, only now a digital signal converting box to improve the bandwidth of the city's spectra of photon emissions, refractions, radio waves and laser beams. But the content of the news has not much improved.
It's plastered all over the Calgary Sun (The local rag that many people end up reading while eating lunch), CTV and CBC, they report a case of the measles, not even a reported second infection, or establishment in a sub-population.
But those on the roads Cough, people waiting in check out lines, knowing they couldn't hold much longer, the particularly persistent irritation. A slow mucus flow.
There seems to be gentle plauge that has swept flowing though Calgary.
You cannot help but wonder if the sick person is more miserable than those in close contact to him. No doubt a frail saint hold not a merry thing against you though your very breath could push her to the grave. But such sensibilities of complacent compassion, implicit forgiveness are lost to those who get out on the wrong side of their bed. (Colloquial: Irritable in addition to whatother problem)
But of course that's just what someone needs. To get on a crowded train where ill controlled airflows swirling tiny droplets with tiny pathogens. Spittle flicks through fingers and lands on the buttonscreen of you cellphone is awful, but when they wash their hands then handle cash with *lick* quick flicks the moistened finger had pulled the bills from the wallet, and had already outfoxed him too.
I cannot be the only person to notice the frequency of people coughing in public. For all I know attention was drawn to me of this phenomenon of the uncomfortable punctuation between labor to not breath too deeply after struggling to inhale against the force of that spray of RNAwithin tiny droplets.
Far more coughing in public than usual, who could fail to notice it? Though it would take some doing to figure out just where to whom spread...
Easily fifty coughs heard by others. More, certainly by me. I'm sure I go days without hearing someone cough, at least no more than the indexes on my fingers.
Are you listening to the pulse? It doesn't have to be unusual or significant (Though I appreciate the discussion of rare and exotic creatures be a source of fascination.) but while your eyes fixed on cellphones, a dry cough, it's always cough cough cough cough particularly hard to stop, coming in bursts between a slow, leisurely seeping of mucus into the lungs.
And Where is "Canada's broadcasting Corporation" eh? The weather's the best thing on the evening news. From Fox News to the New York Times, these organizations are fun, well paid jobs. Unprofitable, outmoded long before the cash tap eases. in the information gathering and conveyance models of their streaming.
The way the news occurs is when people open their eyes. Look around them. And listen to the communication. Hacked morse codes, in a slightly moist but not burbling tone. And as they breathed shallowly for decorum, but unexpectedly overtaken to the purposes of THAT media WHICH IS a mode of human news that the "News" business blithely, blindly, preoccupied, smiling walks blindly by.