Into the Lock-down. 3/31/2020

Out of the quarantine, into the lock-down.

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I’ve been going shopping — food and phone. And water. The essentials. It’s been nice going out — but almost nothing is open. We’re already on virtual shut-down, but it becomes official at midnight. HCMC is on 15 day lock-down.

As long as I can go out once a day — and perhaps go on a morning walk — then its a huge step up.

I stocked up on supplies (vegetables, ramen, cheese, crackers, bacon, eggs, beer, vodka) and bought a new phone. Was NOT able to reclaim my old number at TheGioiDiDong, but scooped up a bitchin’ XiaoMi Redmi 8. Cheap, big screen, good camera, cheap. Syncs up well with the Lenovo AND the cheapo Thai bluetooth keyboard. My emergency number is 84 386-877-931.

I think I mentioned that H has gone all digital. No travel for me. So I’m going all-in on the upcoming May 30 class. I just hope the internet holds up. My workspace is in pretty good shape — despite the last few months of tech disaster. I ordered a sparky little Dell XPS to be delivered to my parents place right after I arrived — but it just didn’t work out. That, and nice order from Amazon (earbuds, smart speaker, etc) are floating around the plague-ridden US. My brother will pick them up — but now I don’t know how I’ll ever get it. Thanks again, Covid19.

But I digress. I’m making due with what I’ve got — and the second screen (extension mode in setup->display ) is just what I need for Zoom. Zoom is really shaping up to be a game changer for me, but I’m a little worried about infrastructure and environment. The internet has been a bit slow — but I guess that’s what happens when 20 million families run 3 streaming services at once.

Unfortunately I’m sheltering between two construction sites — and this one is the loudest/sq mt in the world. It’s a tiny, tiny plot slotted between two existing buildings — all 3 story cement brownstone-type family houses. They call them shop houses in Asia — the first floor is a business, and the family lives on the upper floors. They have stuffed so much reinforced cement, concrete, brick, and rebar into this tiny little house that you’d think it was a bunker. I’m used to living alongside construction sites, but this is LOUD and constant. And I’m trapped here.

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