Monday, 14 October 2019

It don't



With thanks to the friend who posted this on my Face Book page, and apologies to the hand full of  friends to whom I sent this earlier today.

COLUMBUS DAY?

Prelude to Genocide Day

Prelude to Genocide Day

Prelude to Genocide Day

Sunday, 13 October 2019

A visitor to Glen Oaks Ridge, Sarasota, FL

Zion and I spotted her/him last Wednesday morning as we took our early morning walk, long before daybreak.

There she/he was, squatting in the middle of a planting circle just outside my villa; big eyes following our every move 

Mr. Zion was hugely excited and wanting to start a chase:  so much so that I did not let him off the leash until we were well and truly indoors.

My neighbour B. (a nocturnal walker) also saw him/her (the animal) on Thursday morning as she/he dashed across the street.

What had we seen?  

B. and I have come to the conclusion that the Glen Oaks Ridge visitor was an albino Racoon.





So gorgeous to look at of course.

But some sadness too. 

Because of their colour,  Albino animals stand out in the crowd, making them vulnerable to predators.  

And they are frequently rejected by the "mainstream" pack,

Saturday, 12 October 2019

Such appalling ingnorance



When I saw my letter carrier today we reminded each other that there would be no postal delivery on Monday 14th Oct 2019. because it  is a public holiday,   (officially called Columbus Day).

The good letter carrier added "but we can't call it Columbus Day any more,  because about one hundred and fifty years ago,   Christopher Columbus did or said something which was bad".


SUCH UTTERLY APPALLING IGNORANCE 

I HAD TO SET HIM STRAIGHT?

1.  "In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Two, Columbus sailed the Ocean Blue"  not "about one hundred and fifty years ago"

2Despite  what my letter carrier said, the official name of the Public Holiday is still named Columbus Day.  It should be otherwise (more tomorrow).  

But for now, how sad it is that my letter carrier dated the European invasion of north, central and south America to about 150 years ago; and that "apparently Christopher Columbus said or did something bad









Jeepers!


Seen in our neighborhood.

Friday, 11 October 2019

This English woman doesn't waste words

I wrote yesterday about the nonsensical and unintelligible statements of professional bureaucrats,  in the public and private sectors.

See  https://jmichaelpovey-retiredpoveinsarasota.blogspot.com/2019/10/bureaucrat-man.html

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Bureaucrats apart,  the woman on the street sometimes cuts through the cr-ap, and nails it

In this case it was a voter in Boris Johnson's Uxbridge and South Ruislip constituency.




When asked about her M.P. (the U.K.Premier), she had this to say: (via Sky News)

“Don’t you ever mention that name in front of me, that filthy piece of toerag,” the woman said.

Oh such beautiful, simple, and eloquent use of the English language.  More direct than the Orwellian language of a thousand and one bureaucrats.
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URBAN DICTIONARY explanation of "Toe Rag".

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Toe%20Rag

Thursday, 10 October 2019

Bureaucrat Man

Image result for bureaucrat




You may remember that recently I "spoofed" some of the language in official, or semi official public statements.  I was mocking the pompous nature of "officialese".
Here is an actual example, taken from the Bristol (U.K.) Post. It's from the management company of some residential apartments, in response to a dispute about the placement of a CCTV Camera.


A spokesperson for the management company said: "BNS are aware of the tenants request and have liaised with his landlord and the Directors of the Residents Management Company as appropriate whilst acting fully in accordance with industry best practice and within the terms of the Lease.
""Furthermore we have acted on behalf of our clients and in doing so have conformed with GDPR regulations and fulfilled our duties in the interests of the Leaseholders within the development."
                        WHAT?

Tuesday, 8 October 2019

Of Chicken Nuggets and Bare feet.


He stood outside my local 7/11 store, all bare footed as he was.



He moved to the door and opened it for me.

I thanked him.

He followed me into the store and began to look at the various "food" offerings:



One of the store clerks/cashiers announced to all and sundry,  in a loud and seemingly hostile and scornful tone,   "he doesn't have any money".

The Clerk/Cashier had  the right information, but the wrong tone.

I sidled up to the barefoot man and handed him a few bucks.Now he did have some money to buy some 7/11 fast food


It was not because I am especially gracious or compassionate to street corner panhandlers.  

It was because the store clerk's "attitude" bothered  me.


Monday, 7 October 2019

Such a scrawny kid



Here we are in 1956.

L-R  Ann? (a cousin of sorts from Lowestoft UK) who was visiting us in Bristol, U.K.; My twin sister Elizabeth; me; and my best friend Jeff  -  he and I have been friends for nearly Seventy Years.

I am twelve years old, a skinny kid.  My twin had beat me to the growth spurt and puberty. My pal Jeff was younger but huskier than I.

(What adventures he and I had as children. Great Urban adventures!

Sunday, 6 October 2019

Why being progressive or liberal makes perfect sense

With thanks to my Facebook friends who posted these.  (My apologies for the F Word).






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Wednesday, 2 October 2019

On hearing your father's voice 45 years on.



My dad died when I was thirty years old, i,e, forty five years ago.

I still hear his voice.

He, who sired ten children, was adamant that they should never be called kids, (kiddies, kiddoes).

"Goats have kids" he would say; followed by "human beings have children".

Dear Dad, forty five years after your death, I know that you were right.

Love from jmp, your fourth child!




Of narrow streets, and alleyways

Bigger is not necessarily better when it comes to roads and buildings.  

Six lane urban highways; or cheek by cheek high rise buildings can be crippling to the soul.  They intimidate the human spirit: the roads with their noisy urgency; the high rises with their gloomy shadows and unwelcoming facades.

I was in Bradenton, FL yesterday with my friend Ashley.  We ended up on Old Main St. (one lane in each direction with a few cut ins for parking); and older buildings whose height and width can be comprehended with one glance.

It's a narrow street in which we felt at home.




We began by sitting street-side -  my excellent cappuccino and her orange soda.  Then we saw the little alleyway alongside the cafe,  with tables and chairs set out alongside the cafe.

Yeah for alleyways!   This particular one, owned and well maintained by the City of Bradenton is made freely available to the cafe.  

We moved there and enjoyed its cool coziness.



Ashley had a Cuban sandwich for lunch.  Zion, despite his considerable charm, didn't succeed in persuading Ashley to give him a bit.



After all, he had just polished off a canine frozen yogurt with kibble in it, a gift from the cafe.

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We had been in Bradenton to enjoy the fairly new and deservedly praised river walk,  on the south side of the Manatee River. We were glad to explore it (but of course I forgot to take photo's!).

Here is one from stock


Parabolic dishes.  What fun.  You stand between them, call out a word, and the echos return from all around the dish.  I took Zion in and called "Zion".

He was so confused and could't figure out fgrom where my voice came.


Monday, 30 September 2019

Sunday Bliss 29th Sep 2019

It doesn't get any better than this on a Sunday afternoon in Sarasota, FL.    (2:30 p.m. matinee concert).






What a splendid concert.  What a privilege/joy to be there.

More than twenty four hours later the IV movement of Beethoven's Symphony No. 5  is still racing through my mind.

Saturday, 28 September 2019

17th Street, Sarasota, FL.

Commercial/Industrial/Warehouse building.

Was a faded and dirty red barn colour.

Renewed and painted.

I like it!



Orange and the new Black.



Two Rotten Peas From The Same Stinking Pod.



Friday, 27 September 2019

If this makes me a Socialist, then I am proud!



I picked up my scrip at Walgreen's today.  I paid $15 for  the Clopidogrel tablets (90 days supply)  tablets which should have cost $419 -- this enormously reduced cost is thanks to my superb (Episcopal) Church Pension Fund coverage.

Many American citizens who need Clopidogrel   (especially those without Insurance coverage) would be faced with an annual cost of  nearly $1600  for this essential medication, but I pay only $60 per annum.

Doesn't seem fair, wise, or just. Especially because the cost for the poorer citizens eats up a high percentage of their meager enough incomes, long  before paying for rent, food, and transportation to and from  work.

We clearly need an equalizing national health system which provides the best care at the lowest cost for all citizens.

But you, my republican friends, will protest that such a system would be "socialist" (so it must be bad).

Oh phoney baloney; get your mind and act together!  Move beyond your unintelligent and politically biased  prejudices, and vote and work for that which is best for all Americans.

"One Nation (under G-d) with liberty and justice for ALL"













Thursday, 26 September 2019

Christeeny's Cakes:- a work of art

"Christeeny"  (Christeen) is the fiancee of my dear and good nephew Daniel James Povey.


Based in Bristol, U.K.  she makes the most wonderful special occasion cakes:











God willing, and if the crick don't rise, I'll officiate at Christeen and Dan's wedding in 2020.  




Wednesday, 25 September 2019

September 1 1939 ------ September 25th 2019








From a poem by W.H. Auden (thanks to Bruce L for the tip-off  on this)




September 1, 1939

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:

Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death

Offends the September night.

Greta Thunberg; mocked and derided.


Greta Thunberg, that amazing and prophetic woman,  is calling our world leaders to repentance and change in the face of the impending world wide disaster as a result of climate change.

The best that the President of the United States can do in response to her wisdom,  is to mock her in his cruel and malicious twitter post.

President Trump you are not a nice man. In fact, you are evil.  

Who could ever imagine that the bully pulpit of the White House would be used to deride a sixteen years old woman?   Has Trump  no decency?

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Trump loves to hang around with some American Evangelical leaders who endorse his every utterance (and fart).

"Evangelical"  leaders in the U.S.A., and in many other lands,  claim to be Biblical Christians,  even as they amass their wealth as a form of pseudo protection in the face of the impending disaster.

Have these so-called Biblical leaders never read the New Testament book of James?   

Heed Greta Thunberg, and hear the Word of God from the letter of James  you uber-rich leaders  (Joel Osteen, Franklin Graham, Robert Jeffries, Jerry Falwell Jr. to name a few.)  

Your wealth will not save you in the coming days of disaster.

Come now, you rich people, weep and wail for the miseries that are coming to you. Your riches have rotted, and your clothes are moth-eaten. Your gold and silver have rusted, and their rust will be evidence against you, and it will eat your flesh like fire. You have laid up treasure[a] for the last days. Listen! The wages of the laborers who mowed your fields, which you kept back by fraud, cry out, and the cries of the harvesters have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts. You have lived on the earth in luxury and in pleasure; you have fattened your hearts in a day of slaughter. You have condemned and murdered the righteous one, who does not resist you.











Monday, 23 September 2019

A bit of humour for those who listen to "Classical" Music via the Radio in the U.S,A. and the U.K.





St. Martin in the Fields -  a sacred and quiet  space in London's busy and hectic Trafalgar Square.


Classical Music lovers may never had darkened the doors of St. Martin in the Fields, but they will most certainly be acquainted with the Chamber Orchestra known as the "Academy of St. Martin in the Fields" and its founder and long time leader, the late Sir Neville Marriner. 

(The Orchestra is now led by the famed Violinist  Joshua Bell).

But here is a bit of humour re the identification of the Orchestra with its founding leader. (via WCRB Boston).

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Academy of St. Martin in the Fields


Turn on any classical radio station and you’re guaranteed to hear the ASMF at some point or another, probably conducted by Neville Marriner. 

This phenomenon was parodied back in the 80s by cartoonist Charles Rodrigues in the magazine Stereo Review. A man listens to his radio announce “the Academy of St Martin in the Fields,” while his parrot chimes in, “Neville Marriner conducting.”








Sunday, 22 September 2019

Off they go (or bye-bye Ann Albritton)



I have lived in Sarasota, FL  since 2006.

My move from Massachusetts to Florida has had many challenges and blessings.

The blessings have included making new friends  -  women and men who I would want to be near me when I approach death.

The challenge is that "off they go".

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The Revd. Deacon Alan Rogers, taken away by death.  I miss him so much.



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The Revd. Andrea (Andi) Taylor, taken away by her call to a new parish on Cape Cod, MA


Andi and her husband Jonathan

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The Revd. Wesley Wasdyke and his wife Cindy Wasdyke who have moved from Sarasota, FL to Chapel Hill, N.C.



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And today;  the wonderful Ann Albritton (retired Professor of Modern Art at Ringling College of Art and Design  in SRQ) who is moving to Thomasville GA this Friday 27th Oct. 2019, to enjoy  retirement near to  her kin.



ZION and I were at her farewell party today. 

Zion behaved, and so did I.  But dear Ann I will miss you greatly.

My modern art appreciation reaches at least to Salvador Dali, that's why I have posted his "Christ of St. John of the Cross" in your honour.

Saturday, 21 September 2019

What could be better than Kippers for Breakfast?

For more than you need to know about Kippers see this:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kipper

British born as I am I'm a Kipper aficionado.   I consider them to be one of the great  gourmet foods from the United Kingdom, Ireland, and the Canadian Maritime Provinces.

I ordered some from a Scottish Gourmet Foods outfit in Greensboro', North Carolina.  

See https://www.scottishgourmetusa.com/index.php

They arrived all smoked and butterflied looking like this:



I beheaded them, de-tailed them, and de-finned them for my breakfast today.  

 I broiled one half,  and ate it for my breakfast with two poached eggs and some good bread.



Oh Joy!   Oh Bliss!  Oh Gustatory Delight!

Even better, I have another half Kipper for Sunday's Breakfast.

If any of my American friends are willing to try Kippers I'll order some, on the condition that they are also willing to try and eat Steak and Kidney Pudding.

Thursday, 19 September 2019

Oh bliss! Wonderful comestibles

They arrived by U.P.S. at 7:15 p.m. I had been waiting all day!






Wonderful Scottish Dundee Cake, and Kippers, glorious Kippers. 

(Not to be eaten together!). 

Kippers for breakfast or lunch, Dundee Cake for afternoon tea.

I'll (somewhat grudgingly) share the kippers with my friends Jack and Donna Chrisman who grew to like them when they lived in the U.K. and in Norway). 


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From Scottish Gourmet, U.S.A  (based in Greensboro', North Carolina)

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