Summer Time Blues
This is the time of year I start yearning for cold winter nights when a big pot of chili or soup on the stove warms up the kitchen and brings smiles to the hungry family. Even though it's only early August it feels like the summer heat has gone on too long, and attempts at sitting outside in the cooler evening can be counted by the angry red insect bites up and down itchy legs and arms.
Enough already! I am as trapped inside by the ridiculous heat and humidity as much as with any snow storm, and at least winter storms end. This summer the weather should have cured any climate change denier of their doubts. We can argue forever if it's man made or natural, but either way it's real and it's happening now, all over the world.
In casting around for the good things of summer, I do find solace in the abundance of tomatoes ripening in the garden, thanks to nightly watering, and the appearance of what looks like a bumper crop of local corn ready to eat just about now. And at least, with a BBQ king in residence, cooking in the kitchen is a task relegated to those other three seasons.
There's also Cobourg's Rib Fest to look forward to, and then the Roseneath Fair to celebrate the coming of autumn. At least the summer ends eventually.
We're not going to talk about politics today, it would only spoil the mood.
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VICTORIA PARK COLLAGE, 1968
The foghorn moans like a taken virgin
I'm here,
sitting on a bench,
facing Rochester glows
wondering where the old man is
I saw here late last year
the one with ragged pockets
containing tales of lint and dust
The fog stealths up the beach
The cacophony of kids
tumbling into each other
bounce off foamfested waves into trees
like a happy plague of bees
Hey Bobby: Bobby!
Mom! Mom! Billy just...
Mom! Mom!
Look at me mom!
MOM!!! LOOK!!!
The fog was as harmless as Sandburg made it
I should have remembered – kitten feet.
From the waterworks to the coal-coated piers,
like beads on a necklace, lovers stroll the shoreline
murmuring private psalms,
eyes happy as laughter
from teetering children tottering
on the edge of exhilaration
The foghorn moans like a taken virgin
Then there is the multucolorfulism of hippies,
stoned,
scattered
like autumn leaves littering on a green pond of lawn.
The wind is perched
waiting in the trees
to ambush unaware children
The lighthouse like a messiah draped in a toga of white-washed metal
stands gathering waves around its concrete knees
The gulls are parables surfing crests of breeze
Along the shore waves curl around splinters of sun
casting them before the feet of passing lovers
The foghorn moans like a taken virgin
"There's also Cobourg's Rib Fest to look forward to..."
Uh, but, well...I thought you said we weren't going to talk about politics.
Isn't Cobourg's Rotary-sponsored Festival Of Let's-Poison-The-Kids Gluttony (aka 'Ribfest') about as Silly Season political as it gets?
I mean really -the whole godamned thing is so anti-vegetable matter as to border on cannibalism. Surely there isn't a right thinking cardiologist who'd go anywhere near such an egregious assault on human artaries for more than 2 seconds. And Rotary. What about Rotary's involvement in this? Is it O.K. to use an obviously deleterious (to say nothing of mindless) celebration of stuffing ourselves to death just so we can raise money to combat polio?
Rotary is a cult. Plain and simple. A cult that actively promotes mediocraty. Anyone belonging to a service club -be it Kinsmen, Rotary, Lions, The Legion- should be barred from running for or holding public office. The reasons are obvious.
After the shit hits the fan on what I've said I'll explain why.
did you mean "shit" or perhaps 'bbq sauce and pork fat'?
as far as the global warming thing, it may well be happening, and for reasons yet to be agreed upon, but once things have heated up as hot as they're likely to get, the cooling trend will once again prevail. Then, I ask, what will be the call to action? What will we as "rulers of the world" claim we can do to stop it from doing the same level of damage to our environment? I'm convinced the hysterical hype is all a load of bs and very useful in a number of ways, none of which have anything to do with the environment.
AHGGGGG!! I'm beginning to feel some of that 'Merkly-mania' coming over me!
I do hate the Rotary Club, I do, I do. It's just that I love Rib Fest more than I hate them. I feel like a Southern baptist sneaking a shot of whiskey when the doors are closed. Ashamed, yes, refreshed, also yes.
BTW they also serve baked sweet potates and corn on the cob so there are vegetables available.
Join me behind the cenotaph for some BBQ sauce laced with bourbon, it's real sweet. And sinful too, the ideal combination.
Deb O declared, "I do hate the Rotary Club, I do, I do.
Careful Deb, the hate speech laws enforced by assorted bloated human rights commissions is spreading wider every day.
Your words are "likely to expose a person or persons to hatred or contempt by reason of the fact that person or those persons are identifiable on the basis of a prohibited ground of discrimination."
Oh I forgot, they're a bunch of white-skinned males, so it's ok. Sorry to interrupt your two minutes hate
I spend a bit of time converting old refrigerators into draught beer kegerators -REAL draught in 58-L kegs pushed by CO2 gas.
At first I thought I was just rebelling against ridiculous draught prices at bars or maybe staying home to avoid the .05 bullshit. But now I realize it's something else; it's about the perfect pour, Dave Brubeck, the hot tub and a joint.
The real joy of setting other people up with their own cottage machine comes when you pull up into their driveway with the fridge on the back of the truck. They're always there to meet you -and they're always smiling when you arrive.
It's the least I can do for humanity...
ATTENTION LURKERS ATTENTION
Rotary Club got ya down?
Unbridled rage surging through your veins?
Try HATRED, the laxative for overheated hearts. Relief is just a swallow away.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled pogroms.
We are veering off into irrelevence here tone it down
ben
I see that Pete Fisher has smeared The Visitors again on the front pages of Northumberland TODAY.
I attended Victoria Park & Beach all weekend, and witnessed a happy lot of people, families having a heck of fun. Today I rode my bike throughout the park and saw no damage by the presence of The Visitors.
This contrasts with the damage done to the grounds by Ribfest. Canada Day taxed the Park far more heavily than last weekend's 'hordes.'
And yet, I don't have the deep-seated hatred and malice towards the Rotary Club that a couple other commentators are free to express here.
Peace Bro.
Hate is just the surface reaction of the true deep emotion. Most of us can see your true emotion which is the envy of those you curse.
“Hate is just the surface reaction of the true deep emotion.”
Of course the “true deep emotion” remains unnamed. It cannot be described by the writer, because the writer hasn’t a clue what their own gibberish is about, but, oh, it has the ‘sound’ of profundity. A competent writer would have removed the word “just” and simply, but more powerfully asserted that “Hate is the surface reaction…” Of what?
“Most of us can see your true emotion…”
The writer has little confidence in their own assertion, so they invent “Most of us…” as moral/social backup. The phrase is meaningless. Implicit in the writer’s assertion is their seeming ability to discern that most of those readers of the Burd Report share the same profound perception of the unnamed “true emotion” and the writer can do this by mere divining.
“…which is the envy of those you curse.”
How interesting. The targets of the curse envy the unnamed “true emotion.” Sorta reminds me of the evangelical kooks and lethal islamaniacs asserting the One True God.
Is the ”true deep emotion” milder than the hate that reaches the surface of our being, or is it a cauldron, kazillion times more evil than the surface reaction of hate? The writer says nothing about the characteristics the The True Deep Emotion. TDE.
Very inadequate writing Anonymous. Membership in a local poetry workshop might raise your level of literacy to one of coherence.
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