A sublime time: eggplant and zucchini and tomatoes--the last from cans, sorry, but fresh ones just aren't good enough. spices and herbs, perhaps some cheese, and it is a meal, indeed many meals for the season. And then, fresh winter squash. How could anyone not love autumn. In the benevolent dictatorship there will be 5 months of fall, going from 60 degrees overnight to 30 degrees overnight. No day will be over 75, and most will just pleasantly reach 70. rainy, frostly nights, rustling leaves are always welcome.
rude people, however, will not be welcome. the BD suffered today, utilizing public services and having to witness what the general public is like outside of the libertarian realm in which BD lives. overweight--it really is a problem!! And with the temps at 94 degrees, overweight people who insist in sitting next to you on the crowded bench seat of the subway, are simply, disgusting. No pity, no excuse.
But there are others who seemingly entitled to services and discounts are rude ("thanks for nothing" sez one to the clerk helping her) and have undue expectations: a clerk will be fast, zippy fast, and so will all the computers and calculators helping out. The waiting room should be serving coffee and bottled water (are these the folks who think taxes are too high?) they complain that there aren't enough clerks (true enough: ten spaces, two clerks working) but who will pay for 8 more clerks to work so the waiting public doesn't wait 40 minutes!!!! think it through and maybe reasonable taxes, and taxing the rich would be a better alternative.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Tomatoes and Deer
the two are unrelated in my discussion to follow, but I only wanted to make one new posting, being a lazy bd.
the summer is over for hiking, country air, bugs and quiet living. It is back to the city where the main palace is located: noisy, crowded, multiethnic, full of construction, dust and street trash.(and a very weedy garden). A run of 4 day 90 degree weather days is ahead, and the weeds will stay right where they are!! But the end of summer once again reminds me of my youth and under 35 adulthood: fresh garden tomatoes. I fear these are items no longer available. I do not dream these tomatoes: they did exist, they were red throughout, juicy, tasty (something definitely missing) and reliable. At the end of those long ago summers, we (drones and the dictator) would wrap green and ripening tomatoes in newspaper and bring them home to a closet. They needed to be checked, but ripen they did, into late October! Everyday, one year, I had a large tomato for lunch. it was done, ofcourse, in the WASP style of mayonaise and sugar, and a fine meal it made.
today: tomatoes don't ripen, they have a white cardboard substance insteaad of red flesh inside. half the tomato is yellow or green and hard. sitting on countertops, dark closets or anywhere does not soften these plastic things: they just rot. Is this genetic engineering, bioethics, denial of memories and tastes past? the closest I came to having a real tomato this summer was having an heirloom toatoe served in an organic restaurant salad. It was nearly as tasty, soft and red.....good enough to eat. Oh to bring back the tomatoes of yesterday!
And deer: it is the season for wildanimals to cross the kingdom's roads without looking. A rather large wild turkey decided to stroll across one road, and nearly became a hood ornament. He was huge, dents and gunk would have resulted, but he finally stalked away. I am not interested in hunting or eating wild turkeys--just remove them from my vision! but deer! A coquettish doe enjoyed herself bouonding and leaping through newly cut hay fields: she was so entralled with her grace and rebound height that she neglected to see a large regal limosine coming at her, and nearly became a hood ornament of a totalled limo herself. Which is the leap and which is the bound. This doe, seen twice, dancing across fields, was clearly trying to catch the eye of the Bolshoi choreographer, and she was the best ballerina I have seen; graceful, steady and wonderfully high and long bounds through the sweet smelling grass. May she survive the fall, eat the flowers and hosta of the people on my secret list, and produce a fawn next spring!
the summer is over for hiking, country air, bugs and quiet living. It is back to the city where the main palace is located: noisy, crowded, multiethnic, full of construction, dust and street trash.(and a very weedy garden). A run of 4 day 90 degree weather days is ahead, and the weeds will stay right where they are!! But the end of summer once again reminds me of my youth and under 35 adulthood: fresh garden tomatoes. I fear these are items no longer available. I do not dream these tomatoes: they did exist, they were red throughout, juicy, tasty (something definitely missing) and reliable. At the end of those long ago summers, we (drones and the dictator) would wrap green and ripening tomatoes in newspaper and bring them home to a closet. They needed to be checked, but ripen they did, into late October! Everyday, one year, I had a large tomato for lunch. it was done, ofcourse, in the WASP style of mayonaise and sugar, and a fine meal it made.
today: tomatoes don't ripen, they have a white cardboard substance insteaad of red flesh inside. half the tomato is yellow or green and hard. sitting on countertops, dark closets or anywhere does not soften these plastic things: they just rot. Is this genetic engineering, bioethics, denial of memories and tastes past? the closest I came to having a real tomato this summer was having an heirloom toatoe served in an organic restaurant salad. It was nearly as tasty, soft and red.....good enough to eat. Oh to bring back the tomatoes of yesterday!
And deer: it is the season for wildanimals to cross the kingdom's roads without looking. A rather large wild turkey decided to stroll across one road, and nearly became a hood ornament. He was huge, dents and gunk would have resulted, but he finally stalked away. I am not interested in hunting or eating wild turkeys--just remove them from my vision! but deer! A coquettish doe enjoyed herself bouonding and leaping through newly cut hay fields: she was so entralled with her grace and rebound height that she neglected to see a large regal limosine coming at her, and nearly became a hood ornament of a totalled limo herself. Which is the leap and which is the bound. This doe, seen twice, dancing across fields, was clearly trying to catch the eye of the Bolshoi choreographer, and she was the best ballerina I have seen; graceful, steady and wonderfully high and long bounds through the sweet smelling grass. May she survive the fall, eat the flowers and hosta of the people on my secret list, and produce a fawn next spring!
Friday, August 20, 2010
August doldrums
it's been a while loyal followers: I've been hiking and away from the comforts benevolent dictators come to accept as daily life: good flush toilets, wifi, non mouldy carpet, dishes without chips and cracks.....I could go on, but the only person I am depressing is myself!
I must also confess to forgetting how to access my site. Now that I have regain that ability, I shall write more frequently.
In my advanced age of being a benevolent, kindly person, I conclude that small town life in remote areas is not for me full time! I have stopped looking for a rural castle/fiefdom: I want the comforts and high life of the city: medical, dental, grocery wise: I want it all.
Hiking every day, uphill both ways, is fun, and I realize that even with crown and robe and advanc ed age: I am a better hiked than 95% of the folks my age. (slight flab be damned). Everyone should walk more and eat fewer snack foods!
I must also confess to forgetting how to access my site. Now that I have regain that ability, I shall write more frequently.
In my advanced age of being a benevolent, kindly person, I conclude that small town life in remote areas is not for me full time! I have stopped looking for a rural castle/fiefdom: I want the comforts and high life of the city: medical, dental, grocery wise: I want it all.
Hiking every day, uphill both ways, is fun, and I realize that even with crown and robe and advanc ed age: I am a better hiked than 95% of the folks my age. (slight flab be damned). Everyone should walk more and eat fewer snack foods!
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