I've updated my "About" page on the website. It's the most comprehensive résumé I've put together, and what a ride it's been, these past few years....
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It should come as no surprise that an article by an author who claims that up to 80% of Long Covid can be cured by mind body therapy does not believe that LC is a real medical condition. Alan Levinovitz has been discrediting himself and @WIRED magazine's reputation for days by arguing with and harassing LC patients and medical professionals, rather than learning from them. The article was written based on his biases and beliefs rather than up to date biomedical research. LC patients deserve accurate scientific media coverage. WIRED needs to retract this article, issue a statement of apology, and commission a new article on recent developments in LC research by interviewing patients and professionals, including viral persistence, ongoing tissue and organ disease damage, and immune dysfunction, as well as new pharmaceutical development and drug repurposing. We wrote a book on the subject if your science writers need a primer.
I’m joined in this episode by returning guest Kollibri terre Sonnenblume—writer, photographer, tree-hugger, animal lover, occasional farmer, and cultural dissident. They’re the author of several books on the intersections of ecology and human society, an… https://t.co/aETTKak04U
It's widely accepted that hantavirus transmits from rodent excreta to humans via inhalation of aerosolized virus, so I don't understand why we're so reluctant to acknowledge the inhalation route for human-to-human transmission.
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As a person disabled by poor public health I was told, out loud, by Dr Fauci that I would “fall by the wayside” during Covid surges. For that reason, yes, I did have to learn a lot about infectious disease control in order to protect my health from further decline. Not by choice.
"The New York Post was one that splashed the headlines all over. [...] They’re the worst in terms of the inflammatory type of headline, right? Well, the New York Times is basically saying the same thing." — Robin Andersen
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From 2018: “The last time this planet was at 3.5°C above pre-industrial baseline levels, oceans were 60 ft higher, and there were snakes the size of yellow school buses on the planet." — 108 / Death Spiral / Dahr Jamail
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Media scholar Robin Andersen joins me to discuss her impeccably researched book, The Complicit Lens: US Media Coverage of Israel’s Genocide in Gaza, published by OR Books and the Institute for Palestine Studies.
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Clare Follmann, M.E.S., joins me to discuss her new book, Scapegoat: What the Invasive Species Story Gets Wrong, from AK Press. Follmann examines the invasive species story, identifying the language and metaphors used to categorize certain sets of specie… https://t.co/JhCmAxrh2i
Inshallah the next "Death to the Akademy" campus tour stop will be at NYU on Tuesday April 21st
The talk is entitled “The Student Movement is Dead; What Now?”
Join in-person or virtually, register here: https://t.co/JW6SiLeUtn
Begging people to stop falling for moral panic “social media addiction” slop that is being used to further Meta’s billion dollar lobbying efforts and enact the Heritage Foundation’s tech policy slate.
In early 2025 right after the January ceasefire, I was finally able to bring my dad a soothing cream for his bleeding cracked feet with the help of an amazing doctor and her colleague from the US .
I dreamed of this moment. I begged for it. It was all that I needed to happen. I prayed night in and night out for it.
I travelled to Khan Younis to meet the nurse at Nasser Hospital in order to pick up the cream. When I saw him, I didn’t wait, I immediately asked him to take the medicine out of his backpack. It was the gem I have been searching about since the outset of the genocide — the most priceless treasure.
My dad would now eventually relax and heal from an utterly devastating pain he had endured for over a year and a half at the time. This is what all I thought about. Nothing more. I went back home and handed him the cream with the instructions to use it which prompted him to tell me, “May Allah bless and comfort you in this life. You’re my very dear, Abubaker.”
I was emotionally taken by storm and felt the proudest son in this world. He, for years, poured his heart out for my tranquility and future. He never spared an effort for that. I bore a witness to the days he didn’t get back home from his work until next day or to the nights he didn’t sleep pondering over our rest.
He began applying the cream over his wounded feet which gradually improved by the time. A few days later, his feet became entirely different. The rashes and wounds disappeared . He started walking normally again. The floor of our rooms was no longer smudged with blood. His happiness was unmatched. He never felt that confident, self-satisfied, and calm in a very long time. It was for me and my family everything we desperately wanted to see happen.
And every day, my father would thank Allah and then me and pray for the doctor and nurse who brought him the medicine. We were very concerned that we wouldn’t be able to afford or obtain the medicine again. I told my father,” Insha’Allah, we would bring it again.”
After he used the last drop of that cream in late March, we tried and strived to find out a way to send the cream into Gaza again. Neither the doctor nor the nurse could go into Gaza. The other doctors and medical staffers were incapable of smuggling the cream in due to the intensified restrictions imposed on the foreign international delegations to Gaza.
Our concerns became more pressing than before. The suffering of my father was revived. His blood was getting all over the floor once more. The explosives would echo his piercing shouts. Every two minutes or so, we would check on him. I made every effort. However, I was never successful again.
And up until now, I haven't been able to figure out how to get the medication to Gaza one more time. Since I left, my father has changed. He goes to bed earlier than normal. His anxiety and loneliness have surged. Every day, his sensation of yearning and missing consumes him.
Why do I as thousands of sons in Gaza fail to serve our fathers? Why are we plunged into our guilt and resentment helplessly and pessimistically? Why can’t we talk and be with our fathers as we would crave to?
My father deserves a cream. My father deserves to dream. I deserve to be next to him all the time. I shouldn’t be punished for anything because I have done nothing wrong.
May that cream from that corner of that pharmacy somewhere in the United States brought and sent by the blessed hands of the doctor and the nurse create itself again and find my way at my father’s drawer again.
Survival has no meanings anymore. I was gullible and ignorant to believe it was staying away from the harm’s way. It actually means seeing my father well and having his back until we leave this world together.
The trauma and the guilt are an emotional suicide. I want to live to dream, not dream to live.
Journalist Peter Byrne joined me to discuss the sprawling military AI industry and its relationship with the warmaking powers of the United States government, explicated in his extensive 10-part Military AI Watch series for @ProjectCensored
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Journalist Peter Byrne joins me to discuss the burgeoning and sprawling military AI industry, its consortium of players, and its relationship with the warmaking and surveillance powers of the United States government, explicated in his extensive 10-part … https://t.co/JIWLPilEZA