Given I'm an in home care person for an elder, an Urner family NGO, my radius has been limited.
Pizza in the backyard, with six feet interdistance, is permitted by the rules. It's our own health that's on the line, so we don't have to talk about altruism.
We have no special access to vaccines outside the standard protocol.
My strategy is to hang out with other "fragiles" i.e. people unlikely to survive SARS2. These tend to be elderly with underlying conditions, or other conscientious caretakers thereof.
When the pandemic started, I fell back to a shopping service and eschewed the local wet market (in one corner, there's an animal products section. We trust the food handlers to follow the covid protocol too).
The UBI we're after is the UBS of Education Automation, the safety net scholarship program whereby humans retrain. I didn't say "learn to code". Indeed, I've been going in the other direction, from coding, to truck driving. That's a vector.
Truck driving and coding are not antithetical disciplines. A bizmo or business mobile, which could be a truck, has to be smart about operating costs versus benefits. GIS/GPS plays a role. Once you factor in Dispatch, the model is very software intensive.
We just took the Savannah "torture taxi" (named for the infamous extreme rendition program), over to Providence and back, where Carol gets her blood test, in a parking garage (top deck, not basement).
The previous owner of this 1997 Nissan worked for Gulfstream, in Savannah, where torture taxis were made. She defected and ended up a refugee in Portland, here in Asylum District.
