Thursday, August 31, 2023

From Retail Madness to Political Madness on this 31 August 2023

Art in Porto Last Week.

Yesterday I had a plan. The plan wasn’t great but it was a plan nonetheless. We were going to Ikea to get three or maybe four things.  To quote the good old Grateful Dead, “…it never works out the way it does in the song.” We got more than three or four things.

 

Going into Ikea is basically a trip from meatballs to madness. For us the meatball plate is front end loaded given the restaurant is right there at the start of the maze. The madness follows as you work your way from chairs to mattresses to kitchens to kid rooms to downstairs and clothing hangers, kitchen scales, plants live and plastic and the weird cinnamon buns.

 

One thing about Ikea, if you see a display with add on pieces or parts you like, get them all at once. When you go back three months later the display is gone and the specifically adapted parts are nowhere to be found.  I was looking for cloth boxes to go into the closets we bought six months ago.  The size I needed was no longer to be found although the display back then had lots of them around.  Sigh.

 

I also wanted to get a heavy-duty clothing rack.  The one on the website seemed a possible match to what I desired. Up close and personal it wasn’t.  So, what to do? Well instead, we bought a kitchen scale, new sheets, a desk lamp, a flower stand, cloth shoe boxes that will be repurposed and pilsner glasses. Sigh. Between the baffling maze and the disorienting noodling of the piped in Scandinavian jazz I believe I was subliminally manipulated to buy, buy, buy. To quote Kurt Vonnegut, “So it goes.” Oh wait, I did get pants hangers.  They were on my list.

 

While in Ikea ran into a couple of other ‘Murican family units.  Both were from California.  The one I talked to at length had two kids of grade school age.  He was in IT and she was a licensed psychologist, both of whom are remote workers.  The IT guy I get, just give him a fast internet connection and he can work from anywhere.  The psychologist is more interesting, obviously her practice is by teleconference.  I used to do hearings every single day by teleconference.  However, I think there is risk in a psychologist not living in the same land as her patients.  One day she is going to advise someone to cool off and refocus, you know take a few deep breaths and then walk to the Mercado or …., oh wait I meant you favorite store. Oops. Hank or Hal Ketchum (I don’t remember his first name), the guy who did Dennis the Menace had a similar problem.  At the height of the comic’s fame, he moved to Switzerland living there for several years.  He knew he had to return to America when he found himself starting to draw Dennis’s father returning from work on a bicycle carrying French bread and a bottle of wine.

 

Later in the day I Facebooked, I read newsletters, and I watched some trashy TV.  Of those three actions the one that was the most important was the reading. Will Bunch is a columnist for the Philly Inquirer.  His article Journalism Fails Miserably at Explaining What is Really Happening to America https://archive.ph/haxhn is a must read for anyone who believes the US is worth saving. What he writes talks about how newspapers, TV and news websites are covering the current admixture of political races, criminal indictments and the purported tribalism in America in the wrong way.  Mr. Bunch says this time the election is different, very different. 

 

I urge you to read the whole article.  The gist of it being the Republican party of old, the financial conservatives that acted as a balance to social program favoring Democrats no longer exists.  It has been replaced state by state with diehard defiant Trump acolytes, people who no longer believe in democracy but rather in the cult of personality of Donald J. Trump. (See https://apple.news/A3DZI7L7hSam488dNwDigbg ). They worship an authoritarian who is waiting to be crowned something more than President. Covering this race like Kennedy/Nixon, Nixon/McGovern, Bush/Clinton, etc., is not honestly covering what is really occurring. This is a fight between democracy and an almost certain capitulation to authoritarianism should Trump win. I believe Bunch is correct.

 

I really, really urge you to read the whole piece.  But here are Mr. Bunch’s concluding paragraphs.

 

“These are the stakes: dueling visions for America — not Democratic or Republican, with parades and red, white, and blue balloons, but brutal fascism or flawed democracy. The news media needs to stop with the horse-race coverage of this modern-day March on Rome, stop digging incessantly for proof that both sides are guilty of the same sins, and stop thinking that a war for the imperiled survival of the American Experiment is some kind of inexplicable “tribalism.”

 

We need to hear from more experts on authoritarian movements, and fewer pollsters and political strategists. We need journalists who’ll talk a lot less about who’s up or down and a lot more about the stakes — including Trump’s plans to dismantle the democratic norms that he calls “the administrative state,” to weaponize the criminal justice system, and to surrender the war against climate change — if the 45th president becomes the 47th. We need the media to see 2024 not as a traditional election but as an effort to mobilize a mass movement that would undo democracy and splatter America with more blood like what was shed Saturday in Jacksonville. We need to understand that if the next 15 months remain the worst covered election in U.S. history, that it might also be the last.”

 

This scares me.  It should scare you too. 



Thursday, August 17, 2023

Get Naked or Go Away...Americans Aren't the Only Ugly People in this World


All This Stray Beauty


Woke today and took my morning meds.  Started a load of laundry. Then I did the same with a load of dishes. Took a moment to read a couple of news articles. Scanned the stuff regarding American politics, Trump this, Trump that, blah, blah, blah. Read about real estate developers trying to buy land from fire victims when family members of those people have yet to be found. Came across an article in the Guardian talking about how tourists with wheeled suitcases are destroying Europe. Most of it in the article was stuff I had heard before, inappropriate behaviors in public spaces, noise, crowding, etc.  Most of what was there on the page was seemingly code saying Americans are being ugly, they don’t respect our cities and their treasures.

 

Then I got to the part where the author argues expats, retirees and digital nomads have killed the essence of Lisbon. Zoe Williams said, and I quote, “Lisbon is the prime example of a city altered beyond recognition, to many people’s eyes denatured by an influx of people who could just afford higher rents.” (The emphasis is mine.)  She then quotes a half Brit-half Portuguese man who says, “The main avenue, where there used to be old multibrand boutiques, now Gucci has come in, Prada has come in, so that’s shot the rents up. The newcomers want sushi, they want Thai food, they want vegan. The old lot can’t cater to that, so they’ve shut down. Lisbon has lost its soul.”  Geesh, make me feel like a soul butchering murderer why don’t you Zoe?

 

I took a break at this point from doom scrolling, and anytime you actually follow the news today from the fires in Hawaii to bombings of grain silos in Ukraine, you are doom scrolling.  Made my breakfast. My morning repast was oatmeal with nuts, raisins and a teaspoon of sugar. Couldn’t read the instructions but the recipe is universal, two cups boiling water, one cup oats and five minutes simmering. Sat on the balcony and watched the city of Lisboa awaken.  Deliveries were being made.  Women with heels totally incompatible with the sidewalks of this city headed into office buildings.  Birds chirped.

 

Hung the laundry.  Put the dishes away.  Checked my calendar, nothing urgent today.  Have to straighten up the room where my nephew will stay when he arrives tomorrow. I probably should pick up a fan for that room.  This place is not air conditioned.  

 

I am troubled by the Guardian post.  Note well, I have spent more than a year here over the course of the last five years in bits and pieces.  I have done what I can to observe local courtesies. I don’t join the crowds in the touristic areas (unless someone is here visiting and wants to see a particular sight).  We shop local and cook most of our meals at home. I am trying to learn the language, but I am an old dog and I am going deaf so it is hard. I rented a place at asking price in the business district and I pay my rent on time.  I have expat health insurance so as to not overburden the health care system. I pump my retirement income into the Portuguese economy by buying goods and services.  I am not alone in these practices.

 

I fell in love with Portugal because of its beauty, its kind people, and the pace of life.  I am trying to be part of this place, not a destroyer of it.  Thanks Zoe for making me feel awful which is what I think your whole article was about. I think the goal of the article, without explicitly saying it, was to justify xenophobia and shame the others, in this case primarily Americans. 


Ms. Williams seems to intone that tourists and expats need to somehow solve the issue of housing affordability in European countries but she offers no insight as to how that might be accomplished.  In the end I think her xenophobia shows its full ugliness in her last two words, “…go away.” Don't be just another pundit Zoe, if you going on this kind of attack, throw in some proposed solutions to the problem you feel you are highlighting. "...[G]et naked or go away," really isn't much of an answer now is it?


Here is a link to the article so you can read it for yourself.                                       https://apple.news/AMAzgdcrgQ6Gzu8rSIt_YPA



Tuesday, August 15, 2023

Assumption Day or Back on my Feet in Lisboa

 


Sunrise 8 miles high and 500 miles from the coast of Portugal

East Lansing to Lisboa, twenty hours door to door. Flight time was a little over 6 3/4ths hours all told. Fastest flight across the Atlantic ever for us, 5-3/4ths hours. Travel time, flight time, whatever, it is a whole different world we live in here reached after less than a full day of travel.

I had forgotten when I scheduled our return every single small store owner is out of town in August. Walking around I saw a great many of the small coffee shops are closed. Rush hour is very damped down in terms of both vehicular and pedestrian traffic. Kind of nice to have the city moving slow when I am moving slow. Today in Lisboa is especially quiet being a holiday, Assumption Day.

Pushed myself all day yesterday to stay awake and active. In an attempt to avoid jet lag. When I finally hit bed, I fell so deeply into sleep that I did not hear the garbage collection that happens each night at midnight and one AM. 

Woke up early. Body of course thought it was noon when I rolled out of bed at seven to the morning’s softly glowinglight. Francie was deep into the dream zone so I quietly set about my tasks. A great number of our plants had been moved around so as to make it easier on our friends who were watering them to take care of that task. They did a splendid job mind you, but the plants needed to be back in their places.

Started a load of laundry.  Went to two super mercados to get bread, milk, eggs, sandwich meats, and a variety of otherstaples. Cleaned out the refrigerator wiping down all the shelves and drawers before stashing the new groceries. Brewedice tea, brewed coffee. Took Francie coffee and an apple pastry as she was waking up in bed. Hung the laundry on the line.

Today in Lisboa is warm but it is enjoyable.  Going to head out shortly for a quick lunch.  We are back in Lisboa; we are back in the rhythm and pace of life that can be lived joyfully.

Given the vacant city streets today this seemed like a good musical coda.


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