No economist or politician, I nevertheless have opinions like any American, and they're on my mind this morning. But I'm keeping my stupid mouth shut. ++++++++ Else on my mind is that even though oysters baked on toast is a favorite breakfast, I dare not include bread or toast lest it put me to sleep when I need to stay live today, live and on stage here in the newsroom, eh? Finishing my preps for early afternoon, marking my homily notes. Later on, I'll post it on +Time and link it on Facebook. MeanTime, a magnificent early spring day, clear sky, calm blue Bay, good vision to Shell Island and The Pass to my south, and beyond Bay Point and the Thomas Drive high-rise condos to my southwest. From here on 7H porch I can see over the "island" onto the Gulf of - - okay, WTH, I'll say "America" if you will.  Oh WTH again, I'll just change my mind a little bit and say that I do not understand the tariffs unless the intent is to force Americans to stop ...

There was nothing on our calendar for yesterday, a free Monday, no commitments. Linda meant to spoil hers by doing housework, and she may have done a bit. I invested my free day in two favorite activities, the first and most important and absolute topmost favorite of which was doing nothing, and the second was reading.  Sunday evening while the Oscars were blaring on the television behind me I read an article about Robert Frost in last week's copy of The New Yorker, my favorite magazine. As the article turned out, Frost was like everyone else: there was more and other than the homey public Being he projected, there were dark places. Robert Frost was more like us than we might have realized. Idealized and idolized, Frost to me was the, now mythical, folksy poet of my memory who used to stop by Gainesville when I was at the University of Florida (1953-1957) and charm us reading his poetry and commenting on it.  Among other things, The New Yorker essay talks about Frost...

  First Sunday of the month, customarily birthday Sunday at Holy Nativity, everyone with a birthday in March coming up for birthday blessing and to be sung to, two verses,      Happy birthday to you, and      May the good Lord bless you, then the liturgy continues with the Collect for Purity - - "Almighty God, to you all hearts are open, all desires known, and from you no secrets are hid: cleanse the thoughts of our hearts by the inspiration of your Holy Spirit, that ... and on with our worship. Yesterday's blogpost intimated something about the human soul, not a topic that I'd meant to stir, but looking back, I can see that I stirred it. The original notion of a human soul is credited to Plato, but that's AI's typical know-it-all hot air. I do not at all appreciate that when I Google something anymore, AI pops up with an unequivocal answer when I'm looking for real intelligence! Early I'm witnessing that AI is as simpleminded as whoever loaded the int...

Saint Agur   (pronounced   [sɛ̃taɡyʁ] ) is a   blue cheese   brand owned by Savencia Fromage & Dairy Group and made with pasteurised cow's milk from the village of   Beauzac   in the Monts du Velay, part of the mountainous   Auvergne   region of central   France . It is made from   pasteurised   cow's   milk , enriched with   cream , and contains 60%   butterfat , qualifying it as a double-cream cheese. Aged for 60 days in cellars, the cheese becomes stronger and spicier as it ages. The moist, rich, white cheese has characteristic olive green mould veins throughout and a smooth, creamy texture with a subtle mild spicy taste resembling a softer and finer  Roquefort  in presentation and taste. It is not as salty as more traditional blue cheese, and its tangy and creamy nature is balanced so as not to overpower with a sharp bite, although this is dependent on the age of the cheese. Owing to its double-cream...