Thursday, October 1, 2020

Courgette


When I was wandering around Hampstead Cemetery photographing historical grave markers, I came across this stunning mosaic on a gravestone from the early 1900s. If the mosaic itself is that old, it has certainly weathered well. It was in an area where I'd never walked before, reaffirming my belief that every time I visit the cemetery I find something new.

Well, the universal consensus on the presidential debate seems to be that it was a mess. I had a great time last night reading reader comments about it in The Guardian. It's always interesting getting the British take on American politics, and I am continually impressed by how much the British know about our country and our system. Because The Guardian is a relatively left-wing newspaper, everyone was critical of Trump. One said, "Trump isn't fit to run a whelk stall." Another called him "a poo-slinging monkey." But my favorite comment characterized the debate as "two rats fighting over a courgette that's fallen into a urinal."

I laughed so hard I cried. I read it to Dave and I could barely get the words out.

(A courgette is what we Americans know as a zucchini.)

I've been reading newspapers and magazines so much lately I just can't get anywhere with a book. I have several books waiting for me and I've barely cracked the covers. My current Newbery book is called "I, Juan de Pareja," and it's told from the perspective of a slave owned by the artist Diego Velazquez in 17th century Spain. It was published way back in 1966 and I think it's pretty impressive that even back then, an author was trying to tell the story of someone who had been left out of history. I finally devoted enough time to it last night to get about 40 pages in.

Olga hasn't wanted her morning walk several days this week. I think it's because we've been getting rain. Fortunately Dave spent much of yesterday working from home, so she had indoor company -- although Dave said she seemed confused by his presence. Poor dog just can't develop a routine in these peculiar days of coronavirus.

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Current Events, with Cockroaches


Dave and I woke up this morning and got online and watched some snippets of the presidential debate (because of course we were asleep when it occurred). Christ! What chaos! I can't believe anybody got any truly productive information out of those exchanges, but I do think they demonstrated one thing -- "Sleepy Joe" isn't at all sleepy. America needed to see that.

All Trump basically did was lie and bluster and try to dominate. Which is his style of, well, everything.

From here on out, especially with Trump up there, they need to turn off each candidate's microphone while the other speaks.

And what's going on with Brexit, you may ask? (Probably not.) The short answer is, darned if I know. The UK is apparently trying to do something that is considered internationally illegal regarding trade, something about Northern Ireland blah blah blah, but I don't really understand it and despite the fact that we need to have a deal it looks like there's a very real possibility we won't.

Spell-check, incidentally, keeps trying to turn Brexit into "brevet," which is apparently “a former type of military commission conferred especially for outstanding service, by which an officer was promoted to a higher rank without the corresponding pay.” Sounds like a ripoff to me.

And there you have it -- my take on current events.


Dave and I saw this sign walking to work yesterday morning -- advertising a good debate remedy, come to think of it. I chuckled at the rhyme. "It's a two word poem!" I told him.

Oh -- one more current event. I read an astonishing story in The New York Times yesterday about a corporate security office within eBay that basically ran a terror operation against a blogger couple in New England. Apparently the bloggers reported on eBay in a way that the company officers didn't appreciate. The security personnel stalked them, sent them pizzas in the middle of the night, mailed them boxes of cockroaches, mailed pornography to their neighbors. They did all this, allegedly, with the knowledge of top bosses -- although of course the bosses deny it. It's amazing to think that employees of a major company would behave this way.

I am convinced there's something about the Internet that makes people crazy. For some reason, humans seem prone to read the worst possible intent into others' comments and online behavior. Those bloggers would write their posts and, according to the story, the top leaders of eBay would lose their minds. Get some perspective, people!

When I mentioned the cockroach-mailing to Dave, his face lit up. "You can do that?!" he said.

So if any of you get a box from Dave in the near future, don't open it.

(Top photo: A pizza place near Fortune Green, last weekend.)

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Antipodes


I found this leaf in our garden. It came from a bergenia plant, and I'm not sure if it's an autumn leaf or just an old one. Look at that color!

Yesterday was noteworthy mainly because I mailed our ballots. Dave and I have officially participated in the Democratic process -- he in Michigan, I in Florida. I got tracking when I mailed them, so we can make sure they don't go awry on the way, although if they did I'm not sure what we could do about it. Hopefully they won't wind up in New Zealand like his birthday package from his parents! I've actually heard that ballots shouldn't be mailed with tracking because it can slow them down, but in this case we have more than a month so they have plenty of time. (Famous last words.) I figured if the post office has to account for them, that might increase their likelihood of getting there.

Speaking of New Zealand, blogger Robin posted about a fun web site called Antipodes Map. This web site (which doesn't seem to like Safari browsers, just FYI) will tell you what is directly antipodal to any location on the globe you choose -- in other words, what's on the exact opposite side of the planet.

In my case, if I burrowed through the core of the Earth starting in my back garden here in London -- and the landlords wouldn't like that -- I would pop out in the southern Pacific ocean southeast of New Zealand. The closest land would be a couple of small islands, one of which is called, appropriately, Antipodes Island. Here's what it looks like:


That's according to Google Maps, which allows a little virtual hike up a hilltop on Antipodes Island. Can you see the penguins by that big rock just left of center in the photo? Definitely otherworldly by my West Hampstead standards.

The interesting thing about Antipodes Map is that entering almost any location seems to produce an antipodal point that's underwater. Which I guess drives home the fact that so much of our planet's surface is ocean. I didn't hit land until I started with Tahiti, which produced an antipodal location in northern Sudan.

Anyway, it's a fun way to waste time on the Internet.

Monday, September 28, 2020

Underexposed


It's beginning to look autumnal on the Heath, with a few slightly yellowing trees and some tired-looking thickets of ferns. I love the color of these acorns.

It was feeling autumnal yesterday, too, with a chilly wind and gray skies. Olga had a great time going after squirrels and generally made a spectacle of herself:


I had the camera set wrong when I took this photo. It was a careless photographer mistake -- forgetting to change the settings from a previous picture. Here's what I originally wound up with:


Isn't it amazing that Lightroom could pull so much detail out of that underexposed image?

Other than that, I don't have much to report. I filled out my Florida election ballot, which I will mail today. I did some light trimming and deadheading in the garden. I harvested a few more vegetables:


I'm thinking this may be pretty much it. The bean vine and the pepper plants are looking pretty decrepit. I watered them yesterday, but I was thinking at the time, "What's the point?" It's not like they're going to produce another crop.

Dave and I have been watching a show on Netflix called "Borgen," which is basically a Danish version of "The West Wing." As unlikely as it sounds, it's not bad. It's a bit slower than "The West Wing" and of course there are subtitles, but Dave loves political dramas so we've latched onto it. (As if we can stand any more political drama!)

Sunday, September 27, 2020

Historic Graves at Hampstead Cemetery


Wikimedia, which hosts Wikipedia and an online database of copyright-free media files, is running a competition this month in which it asks photographers to take pictures of historic monuments. I contributed a couple of photos a few weeks ago, and realized that many of the monuments in my area that had not yet been photographed are in Hampstead Cemetery.

So yesterday, on my daily outing with Olga, I brought the camera and filled some gaps in Wikimedia's monuments database. It was interesting to see which graves and headstones are considered most historically significant; I learned a lot about the cemetery and who's buried there.

Above, for example, is the rather nondescript tomb of Dr. Joseph Lister, who developed techniques to prevent infection during medical procedures and is often considered the father of modern surgery. (Listerine was named after him.) Someone left a few chestnuts on his grave, to show they'd visited; Olga thought they might be treats.

I bet I've walked past Lister's grave a hundred times but I had no idea that's who was buried there.


This one, the grave of Parliament member William Randal Cremer, is buried in foliage and in an area where you wouldn't see it unless you went looking. Cremer was a pacifist who won the Nobel Peace Prize in 1903 for his advocacy of international arbitration. (Apparently others weren't listening, as World War I broke out not too many years after his death in 1908.)


This, on the other hand, is a very conspicuous monument, probably the cemetery's largest. It was erected by an Italian chef to his wife, Martha Bianchi, who died in childbirth in 1936. On either side of the dark central doorway -- which simply leads to the back of the monument but surely must represent a passage to the beyond -- are relief panels showing the couple with their baby, on the left, and Martha Bianchi being escorted to heaven by angels, on the right.

As if the images above aren't sad enough, the Bianchi family endured further traumas in World War II. The whole harrowing story is here. In the end Cesare Bianchi wasn't even buried with his wife in their monumental plot.

I've photographed this monument before but I never knew the story behind it.


This is the monument of Ardath de Sales Stean, an American dancer who died in 1928 while crossing the Atlantic to England on the White Star liner Homeric. Newspaper accounts at the time said she died after an "operation," so whatever happened onboard the ship must have been sudden and unexpected. More here.


This is probably my favorite grave in Hampstead Cemetery. It's the tomb of Arthur Frankau and his wife Julia. The Frankaus were prosperous dry goods merchants who eventually got involved in marketing tobacco products, and Julia was a novelist who wrote under the pen name Frank Danby. Their son Gilbert also became a novelist, as did their granddaughter Pamela. I love the black granite, the mosaic sun and star, and the clean lines and railings.


Joseph Maas was apparently a renowned opera singer. A tenor, he died in 1886 at the age of 38, after he caught a cold that developed into rheumatic fever.


Here's the Egyptian-style tomb of James Wilson, known as Wilson Pasha, a British engineer who spent more than 40 years working for the Egyptian government.


And finally, there's the beautiful terra cotta Celtic cross grave marker of Joan Moggridge, who was eight years old when she died in 1904. The listing notes nothing about Moggridge or her family; only that the memorial is "a fine example of its type."

These are not all the historically listed graves in the cemetery; there were several more. They made for a very interesting walk!

Saturday, September 26, 2020

Dog Steps and Voting


I found these weathered cherubs on the side of the Hampstead Parish Church when Olga and I were walking back from the Heath last weekend. I keep meaning to take a look inside that church, and yet I've walked past it a hundred times and haven't done so. (Granted, I usually have the dog with me.) One of these days.

Some of you marveled in comments yesterday that even though I'd overslept and had 45 minutes to get out the door, I was writing a blog post. Let me tell you -- I can get ready for work fast. Not having hair is a huge plus. I can even skip showering if need be -- wash my face, get dressed and I'm ready to roll. I just sit behind a desk, so it's not like I get very dirty. On a normal morning I also have cereal and walk the dog, but if I'm rushed I can take the cereal with me (there's milk at work) and the dog can manage with a quick wander around the garden.

The contractor who damaged our bedroom wall came back yesterday to fix it. He apparently told Dave he knew about the damage when it occurred but "didn't want to come into our bedroom" without our permission. Dave found this unlikely, but at any rate it's fixed now.

Oh, and the big news is....I got my ballot! Woo hoo! So I'll be voting this weekend and mailing it out promptly on Monday. Of course, because it's Florida, there are six constitutional amendments as well as a raft of candidates to choose from -- including an amendment to make it harder to amend the state constitution! I need to look into those just a little bit more.

We got so chilly last night that we turned on the heat for the first time this season. We gave ourselves a blast for an hour or so, and did the same this morning. It felt nice and cozy, given that the weather was gray and rainy and very autumnal.



Remember the dog steps I found on the street several months ago? Well, I just want you to see that Olga does use them. They're a little small for her -- made ideally, I suppose, for a smaller dog -- and it took her a while to warm up to them. But now she seems to like them, at least more than having to jump up on the bed.

Friday, September 25, 2020

I'm Amazing!


Our canna lily has bloomed! I thought we might not see any flowers this year. Dave sent me a photo while I was at work, and I was so eager to get home and see it for myself. (This is not the tiny, bedraggled canna, but the other one.  The tiny one is still tiny, but less bedraggled now that I've moved it to a place where the pigeons don't peck at it.)

I managed to oversleep this morning, so I have 45 minutes to pull myself together and get out the door. I guess Olga won't be getting a walk this morning! That's OK -- Dave is staying home today for school-related planning meetings on Zoom, so he can take her out and keep her company. And of course her walker is coming around lunchtime.

Speaking of which, I have to relate the sad news that Francisco will no longer be Olga's regular walker. I'm not sure what happened, but he has apparently left the employ of the dog-walking business that we use. He and I texted a bit last night and he expressed sadness at not seeing Olga again, but he said he's still available for weekend walks and for boarding, so maybe we'll call him when we need that. (Fortunately, the guy who's taking over Olga's route was her walker for ages before the coronavirus crisis came along -- so at least she knows him.)

We had more rain yesterday, and still more is expected this morning. It's 47º F out there! Brrrr...


I found this note in a library book yesterday. Do you think a student wrote it to themselves, or was it a reminder from a parent or teacher? I wonder what the goal was -- maybe just to be amazing.