Beach's Hardware Inc.
Beach's Hardware Inc. 3101 Veterans Hwy Bristol, PA 19007 US
When I used to work at Bristol Bensalem Human Services I would stop in to say hello.
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GIANT DIRECT JUST ARRIVED. I am making an AMY'S frozen dinner in Ellen's toaster oven.
Hot - hot - very hot. TIMER is set for 40 minutes.
First, I ate a huge breakfast. Took all my supplements and pills - gulped down pills in one or two gulps - then looked out living room window to see who was coming down our street - and then proceeded with my idea, writing about TOOTHLESS PAM.
I thought the ending was quite good.
Now if you'll excuse me I will go upstairs and continue reading HOW THE WORD IS SPREAD by Clint Smith, recommended by Ada Fleisher.
Walking around the block just now I came to Lee, the owner of those big white dogs.
I had erroneously addressed the card to Greyhorse instead of SLEIGHRIDE ROAD.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_fOM3Fy37w
Well, you certainly won't be able to watch the above link.
Hold on a moment while I see if I can get some Pissarros on for you.
He was Jewish and lived in the Caribbean.Welcome to Waldemar’s World
Waldemar Januszczak is Britain’s most distinguished art critic. Formerly the art critic of The Guardian, he now writes for The Sunday Times, and has twice won the Critic of the Year award. Renowned for his feisty opinions, Waldemar is also a film maker of television arts documentaries.
Life
Waldemar was born in Basingstoke, Hampshire, to Polish refugees who had arrived in Britain after World War II. His father, a policeman in Poland, whose job had included exposing Communists, found work as a railway carriage cleaner and died, aged 57, when a train ran over him at Basingstoke station. His widow, then aged 33, found work as a dairymaid. Waldemar was one year old.
After a childhood in Reading, during which he developed his addiction to the town’s exciting football club, Waldemar attended the Divine Mercy College, a school for the children of Polish refugees which the Congregation of Marian Fathers had set up at Fawley Court, Henley-on-Thames. It was there that he became an atheist and began worshipping art instead.
Career
After studying History of Art at Manchester University, Waldemar had his first piece of art criticism published in The Guardian on April Fool’s Day 1977. The joke has now lasted over 30 years making him the longest serving art critic in the national press.
Between 1979-1987, he was The Guardian’s chief art critic, and then briefly became its literary editor, an undistinguished career move whose highlight was Waldemar’s decision not to bother reviewing a new novel called The Satanic Verses that had been sent in by Salman Rushdie. Having speed-read a few pages, Waldemar decided it wasn’t worth the effort. A decision by which he still stands today.
His features editor at the time, Richard Gott, was later outed as KGB agent of influence. Waldemar, who travelled to Moscow with Richard on a glorious two week writing and drinking assignment, never suspected a thing. But the experience meant he was later able to identify the MI6 operatives working at The Guardian. Some of whom are still there.
In a parallel career in broadcasting, Waldemar was one of the founding presenters of the Late Show on BBC 2, for which he pioneered the buttoning up of the top button of his shirt. He also presented Kaleidoscope on Radio 4, Meridian on the BBC World Service, and was a regular pannelist on Critic’s Forum on Radio 3. He has since popped up pretty much everywhere where a radio dial can reach.
In 1989, Waldemar took up the post of commissioning editor for arts at Channel 4 television, a position he was to hold for seven years. His successes included putting The Turner Prize on television and creating the J’Accuse strand. Some say those were also his failures. His weekly series, Without Walls, was regularly controversial and won many broadcasting awards including Baftas, Emmys, RTS awards, and those see-through statuettes that you get from Canada when you do well at Banff. His proudest achievement was commissioning a Without Walls special with the dying playwright, Denis Potter, that features regularly in lists of key television moments.
In 1993, Waldemar took over music as well at Channnel 4, and put the Glastonbury festival on television before starting yearly broadcasts from Glyndebourne and creating the White Room. While at Channel 4, he was a key member of the committee charged with finding an architect for C4’s new headquarters in Horseferry Road, and will, if you pay him enough, spill many beans on the final selection of Richard Rogers.
In 1993, Waldemar also faced up to fact that he could not live happily without writing about art, and became the art critic of The Sunday Times, a position he still holds. He has since gone on to write, present, and direct numerous films about art, and wishes it to be known that directing art films is a lot easier than people make out.
Waldemar has been described as, “a passionate art lover, art critic and writer. His presentation style is casual but informed, enthusiastic, evocative and humorous. He bimbles about on our TV screens, doing for art what David Attenborough has done for the natural world,” and someone who acts out of “a refusal to present art as elitist in any way. He makes it utterly accessible and understandable.” Waldemar wishes to thank whoever said that, and admits that it brought a tear to his podgy little Polish eye.
Films
Waldemar has been making television art films for many years, as both presenter and director. Since 1997, he has run his own production company ZCZ Films. His films include:
I, Ruth Deming, had been watching him describe Camille Pissaro, a Jewish boy, who flaunted Jewish laws and changed the course of art.
Okay, what dogwalker is passing by right now.
My helper Kat = short for Ekaterina - said it felt like a cat should live here.
Well, Blank lived here for a while, as I babysat him. He butted my head out of love and caused an abscessed tooth. I attended a dentist who wrote about himself that he treated people who have a fear of the dentist.
He was terrible. Terrible!
I did write a poem about Blank who died of kidney failure. And yes I mourned him.
Look for the MOUNTAIN-like photo.
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In praising the Ayervedic caffeine-free tea upon which I sip, I have finally looked at the ingredients.
"Bear with me," as my old buddy Felicia H Kelly, would say at the Intell/Record.
Cinnamon, ginger, clove - sourced at origin and created in Berlin.
View www.paperandtea.com
ODE TO BEATRIZ OF ARGENTINA
The world will not be the same
without you, Beatriz. I like to
pronounce your name Be-uh-TREE-CHEE
like Dante Alighieri might have said.
Travel with me now to the World's New
Church, down Bryn Athyn way.
Trees as tall as chapels in Buenos Aires
where oil and cocoa and coffee are brought
to the larger world.
But you will not see those trees, our
Beatrizee!
We will know you are there. In the mug
with a cardinal on its face, we will
drink deep and long.
Once, O Retired Biologist, we met
in the cafe of the Giant Supermarket.
How joyful we were thinking our joy
would outlast the setting sun.
We did lose our Kym Cohen from
Hodgkin and non Hodgkin Lymphoma
never believing the worst would happen.
It did. It does.
But you - thou - you mustn't leave us.
Like a Catholic, I go down on bended knee
and beseech you, Make sure your work is done.
Make sure you wish to rest beside your first love
and both parents.
Make sure the pollinators - the bees, the wasps, the
tiny ants - will wrap you in a golden gown and you
will sit at the left hand of God and see your
thousands of followers on the surface of the earth
Ceres, coming to rest on the parched and thirsty earth,
O retired biologist and believer in Climate Change Now!
