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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from March 2016.
While millions upon millions of people around the world have seen their hard earned cash become stretched to the point of breaking, the multi-millionaires and billionaires of the world have seen their bank balances bulge ever more. The economic divide between rich and poor has never been greater than it is now.
There is a little humour in my title but the issue is serious business. Take care everyone.
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Toenail update: I have a topical cream and referral to podiatry. The pain and swelling is less thanks to my self-care but the ingrown nail persists.
Normally, I would walk on by when a Noisy Miner interrupts my search for a more "desirable" subject, but I was intrigued by the focused, podiatric care being given to this ant's tiny toes!
Upon completion in autumn 2021, the new three storey, state of the art, locality healthcare facility will bring together six local GP practices to serve 40,000 members of the local population. In addition to GP services the new centre will accommodate district nurses, health visitors and social work, dental and podiatry departments to provide a full range of enhanced healthcare on the site. Quoted from the Queens Quay website
An athletic shoe, sneaker? Or a slipper with a rubber sole?
Before rubber, shoe soles were primarily made of leather, which was stacked and stitched or nailed together, or wood, as seen in clogs and sandals, along with plant fibers and animal hide. Leather soles absorbed water and became slippery when wet, while wooden soles lacked flexibility.
The invention of vulcanized rubber by Charles Goodyear in 1839 (patented in 1844) revolutionized footwear by using heat and sulfur to create a durable, waterproof, and elastic material. While Wait Webster patented a process for cementing rubber soles to shoes in 1832, the rubber lacked durability until vulcanization made it practical. The first rubber-soled shoes were developed in the late 1800s in the United States, with Humphrey O'Sullivan producing shoes based on Goodyear's technology in 1892 and the U.S. Rubber Company (which later became Keds) introducing rubber-soled shoes that same year.
The term "sneakers" emerged in the late 19th and early 20th centuries because the rubber soles allowed wearers to move quietly compared to noisy leather-soled dress shoes. In 1917, the Converse Rubber Shoe Company launched the Converse All-Star, defining the modern rubberized athletic shoe. Later, in 1937, Vitale Bramani invented the first rubber lug sole (the Vibram sole) after a tragedy in the Italian Alps, creating specialized outsoles with better grip for mountaineering and sports.
Key Milestones in Rubber Sole History
1832: Wait Webster patents a process for attaching rubber soles.
1839: Charles Goodyear discovers vulcanization; patented in 1844.
1892: U.S. Rubber Company produces the first mass-market rubber-soled shoes (Keds).
1917: Converse All-Stars popularize rubber-soled athletic shoes.
1937: Vitale Bramani invents the first rubber lug sole (Vibram).
1970s: Podiatry expertise integrates with athletic shoe design for better performance.
I initially thought that the building that Peter Stroud Podiatry is in would be heritage listed but I got that wrong. The house to the left in the photo is but. Must go back and photograph that building.
Still an image of Parry Street in 2016. You never know it may be of interested in 100 years’ time.
This week I visited Tiger Lily in her province, bringing her new sandals (and insoles) made by a local foot specialist.
It may appear to be a small thing but... it's a big day!
Notice the left shoe requires significant adjustment to compensate for the missing 2cm that resulted from her motorbike accident (some guy drove into her).
She works in a restaurant and experiences a lot of back pain. I sincerely hope the new sandals (and insoles with accompanying new shoes) will make life better for her. Her muscles have to readjust so for the moment she is a little wobbly on her feet but she laughs, makes jokes and she's hopeful
Now we have to wait and see how it all develops and if further shoe adjustments are necessary. Fingers crossed.
Background story:
www.flickr.com/photos/petermardie/52668213923/in/dateposted/
Tiger Lily & the art scene:
www.flickr.com/photos/petermardie/52668176330/in/photostr...
A cold morning in Worcester working my podiatry magic at Maggs day centre. Always a great opportunity to get some early morning photos in and a it of exercise. Beautiful sunrise too.
Like Magritte, except...podiatry-based. Definitely a shoe, this picture. It's gonna go on your foot, possibly in Converse form.
Hustle on down to Murray Avenue; specifically two blocks north of North Avenue in Milwaukee. Here you will find a rare restaurant experience. Before getting to the nitty-gritty of the food, the neighborhood where the place is located should be described, for the charm of the area has a bearing on my enthusiasm for MR. SEÑOR'S. A bitterballen may well taste better on the ancient streets of Delft than it would put down the hatch, after being purchased from the local "Piggly Wiggly" in a suburb of Omaha. I carry that sensibility. Ambiance is everything.
Besides being visually captivating, the part of Murray Avenue currently under consideration manages to commingle the recreational and the practical at the same time. The “walkability score” of these brief two blocks must be a higher number than there are toe-nail clipper sales-reps at a podiatry convention. Everything needed by the contemporary American citizen to attain a fulfilling life can be had here: a Chinese restaurant, a shop that sells the notoriously difficult- to-find Jalapeno Fritos, a booze dispensary, and even a store that specializes in appliances for the bedroom. (Batteries not supplied.) There is also a library and a bike repair shop...but who needs those?
My pilgrimage, though, was to find a far more significant destination than any of the aforementioned establishments could supply. If the city had any decent nachos, I was on an odyssey to find them. The word on the street was that Mr. Senor’s is the place to go. It is a “take-out”, “cash-only”, “hole-in-the-wall” restaurant that serves up, not respectable nachos, but according to a poetic buddy of mine, transcendent ones. Also, a place that takes so many hyphens to describe must have something going for it. The temptation was there.
The decision to go was thus planted by that same poetic friend. His is a curious intellect; among other quirky conceits, he has spent the last half-century lamenting that Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa didn’t share the Nobel Peace Prize for literature. Given such outré opinions, I usually disregard my friend’s suggestions out of hand, but even an idiot, I reasoned, can be right once a decade; and since I myself use reasoning skills approximately only once a decade as well, I decided to strike while the waffle-iron was hot; leave my suburban nest and search for the elusive and sacred fount. Plus a place that takes five hyphens (see above) to describe accurately made the restaurant sound inimitable and even magical. Who can resist the allure of five hyphens? Not me, Bubba.
Once arrived on Murrey Avenue, I predictably couldn’t find the establishment. Though I was on the correct block, it was not immediately visible. I came across it only because of some helpful and witty signage. Walking along the street, I saw a large poster placed on an easel that proclaimed YOU JUST PASSED GREAT MEXICAN FOOD.
Whirling around to make sure I didn’t miss out, I found myself looking at a remarkable and exotic personage. Behind the take-out window was a gigantic chap wearing head gear that that can only be describe as resembling a Sephardic, specifically Bucharian, yamaka. It was a revelation to me that the influence of the Silk Road had extended itself all the way west to Mil-town. I always thought it had only gotten as far as Cleveland, but apparently, I was mistaken. On closer inspection, I realized that my eyes had been tricked. The fellow was not large at all, but rather his cooking space was so small that he appeared, relatively speaking, to be gigantic. “Hole in the Wall” does not do justice to describing the size of the Mr. Senor’s; “molecule in-the-wall” would be more accurate. He glared at me because, I suspect, my arrival was five minutes before opening time. I must have been distracting him from his last-minute preparations.
“We don’t open until 3:00” he barked at me. Never daunted by those who bark at me, I made sure that he saw the tee-shirt I was wearing; In block letters it said: "The American Viola Da Gamba Society - Great Lakes Chapter". From reading this, the proprietor must have sensed that I might very well be a member of that esoteric club. He also must have also known that you don’t mess around with Gamba players even if, like the present correspondent, they play out-of -tune. The window immediately slid open. I rarely use this tee-shirt strategy to get my way, but this seemed as good a time as any. He didn’t need to know that his newest customer had recently been dropped from the rolls of the organization for unpaid dues.
I prefaced my order with a query that I now regret:
“Are they as good as legend has it?”
The fellow looked at me as if I had asked him if Jascha Heifitz had any talent for playing the violin.
“First of all, I make my own chips from scratch. That alone makes them the best in town. But I also make my own pico de gallo, and soak my pintos overnight before simmering them for hours in a spiced sauce known only to the Illuminati. And then a sudden turn to the emotional:
“These nachos are made with love”
Who was I to argue? So I ordered up a batch. As he prepared the dish, he worked in consanguinity to some curiously old and intriguing music. Could it be? Unless my ears were enjoying an auditory hallucination, the music being piped through the kitchen that accompanied the preparation of the nachos was a classic song of the aforementioned Captain Beefheart: The Spotlight Kid:
Your audience died, faded away
Leaving you on the stage
It's been so many years since that first matinee
It seems like an age
Encore one more time
For the ghosts of the past in your mind
They love you but you're in love with the spotlight.
You're the spotlight kid
You're living in a dream
You're the spotlight kid
I hadn’t heard these lyrics in 51 years. And now, standing in front of a window on Milwaukee’s East-side was a magnificent recapitulation to my earliest musical memories; to the artist who first roused me up from infant slumbers and made me aware of the beauty and the blue-hued turbulence of the waiting world.
As it turned out, the nachos were wonderful. They were a far cry from the first expression of the dish conjured up, my research tells me, by Ignacio Anaya Garcia in Piedras Negras’s Victory Club circa 1940. That was, so the story goes, the simplest and most improvised of recipes; a culinary version of an early symphony by Ditters-von-Dittorsdorf or Stamitz. Mr. Senor’s creation was more like a symphony by Gustav Mahler: gigantic, heavy, and burdened down with art. I confess that given the choice, I usually would rather listen to Dittersdorf or Stamitz than Mahler as I find it uncomfortable to be burdened down with art and an over-abundance of altered 9th chords. His symphonies tend to give me indigestion. Also I don’t want another hernia.
But Mr. Señor’s culinary opus opened another window for me. It made me think that it might be time to give Gustav a try. Maybe it’s time to be burdened, not only with art and splendid orchestrations, but with pico de gallo on chips made from scratch; served up accompanied by the resonant and ancestral voices of Captain Beefheart and the Spotlight Kid.
March 26th, 2014
Stadium Building in Woonsocket, RI
My last shot of the podiatrist examination office.
Seems like podiatry goes back a long way:
"The records of feet care can be traced all the way back to 2400 B.C. in ancient Egypt, where work on hands and feet is shown on Ankmahor's tomb. Until quite recently, Podiatrists were independently licensed physicians whose job was to treat structural conditions in the leg and foot areas. Many important historical figures had their OWN personal podiatrists. Great leaders such as Napoleon and Abraham Lincoln had their own Podiatrists. King George IV, King William IV and Queen Victoria all used a Podiatrist named Lewis Durlacher. He is famous because he attempted to establish an association of Podiatrists in 1854. Although he failed to do so, his efforts along with others would eventually make being a Podiatrist a protected profession. The first society of Podiatrists was established in 1895 in New York, and still operates today."
SOURCE: staff.pausd.org/~cbly/1web_design/12_final/jake/history.html
Her Royal Highness The Princess Royal met the team behind Stroud’s brand new £6.5m medical centre today (March 15) in a special visit marking the officially opening of the brand new facility.
HRH Princess Anne was welcomed to the Five Valleys Medical Practice by the Managing Director of Dransfield Properties, Mark Dransfield DL. He gave Princess Anne a tour of the new centre which represents the latest phase of the company’s major £25m regeneration project in Stroud.
Gloucestershire’s Health and Care NHS Foundation Trust’s Capital Commissioning Officer, Joy Turk and Business Manager Stuart Sedgwick-Taylor were also given the opportunity to outline the huge difference to their patients that the new King Street facility is already making.
The development has combined two established GP practices – Locking Hill Surgery and Stroud Valleys Family Practice – as well as delivering new physiotherapy and podiatry suites.
The medical centre has transformed a former rundown building with a stunning new development which links with the transformation of the wider town centre as part of the Five Valleys Shopping Centre. The building will also house a new community library later in the year.
As well as meeting doctors, nurses, therapists and other healthcare professionals HRH Princess Anne met the team behind the ambitious development in the town and unveiled a special plaque to commemorate the official opening of the new Medical Centre.
The town’s VIP guest was also treated to a tour of the shopping centre to meet some of the award winning artisan producers who have made the indoor food market a huge attraction in the town since opening two years ago.
And no visit to Five Valleys would be complete without a tour of Sandersons Boutique Department store, the family run business which proudly champions local Gloucestershire brands including Holland Cooper.
Managing Director of Dransfield Properties and co-founder of Sandersons Boutique, Mark Dransfield DL, said: “The Princess Royal’s visit really was a very special moment for our company, it was a great honour to have the opportunity to show what can be achieved with imaginative town centre regeneration.
“This project has been a true partnership between the private and the public sector and what we have all managed to achieve by working together is a well-connected town centre with facilities which link with each other.
“It was a real honour for everyone who has been involved in this project – from the construction team to the staff in the shops and the doctors and nurses who are now delivering their services in the heart of the town centre.”
Mary Hutton and Paul Roberts, Chief Executives of NHS Gloucestershire and Gloucestershire Health and Care NHS Foundation Trust, respectively, said: ‘’We are delighted to be part of this exciting development and for the local NHS to have made this significant financial investment. It gives healthcare in Stroud a major boost and creates closer working between a range of healthcare professionals and local GPs.
“It is wonderful to see the centre offering high quality care and a wider range of services to patients and service users in such a great environment, and to see local healthcare professionals benefitting too from these wonderful facilities.
“We would like to thank all of those involved in bringing this project to fruition as well as The Princess Royal for visiting the premises today.”
Today's story and sketch "by me" you are in for a treat Dr.Tut who you see in his Metro Glider,
is off to break ground on a new exhibit here at "Wonder World" the "Pyramid Exhibition".
And who better than Dr.Tut to be the Building superintendent. Dr.Tut has a real connection with
Pyramids through his grandfather Dr.Jones Gofish, who was the very first podiatrist on Earth, but also
he supervised and designed a great Pyramid for King Tut, way back when.
In fact Tut Gofish was named after the boy King by his grandfather.
Sad though the boy King never did get over the Grandfather running off with his sister,
and taking her back with him to Lippo his home moon.
It is told by the ancient ones, the kings sister had beautiful feet,
but those are stories for another time.
Knobby Gofish owner and designer of "Wonder World" had the idea to build an ancient Egyptian theme
area in the park (Which is the Greatest Vacation destination in the Galaxy) he thought of his
cousin Dr.Tut, who is also a Podiatrist, and runs the Podiatry clinic here in Wonder World.
(needed due to the fact, many aliens suffer aching feet from the high gravity on Earth),
but that is also a story for another time.
The Pyramid is going to be built from (calcium carbonate stone) the ancient Coral under all of
Wonder World, (Coral reefs were built by colonies of tiny animals found in these waters and over
thousands of years formed stony corals, which sank and are hundreds of feet thick,
perfect when cut into slabs for Pyramid building blocks.
And when the pyramids are finished, the excavated area will leave a very large lake, the
surrounding area will be planted with Cypress to form beautiful Gardens, that will feature a
water skiing show, and will be used for day use picnics, and overnight camping.
In an upcoming chapter we will have sketches of the progress of the Pyramids and Cypress Gardens,
till then taa ta the Rod Blog.
When you do something nice for someone, and they think you have an ulterior motive,
don't admit it, better to leave them guessing.
Rod
This oozing fungal leaf blight "spotted" on plantings surrounding Premier Surgical Center, Louisville, KY. Many times the stench around the overflowing dumpster there is unbearable. Not sure what is disposed there. It is at times much worse than the foul-smelling emissions emanating from the local kidney dialysis outpatient facilities here in Kentucky.
From their website: Our specialties include, colorectal surgery, general surgery, gastroenterology, ophthalmology, oral surgery, orthopedic surgery, pain management, plastic surgery, and podiatry.