Urban Thursday #13: “Glass Bricks”

Remember when you got your first apartment how groovy it was to slap together a bookcase out of planks and glass bricks? And when you spray painted the wood you invariably spilled some on the shag carpet?

This visually interesting sidewalk entrance to a downtown St. Pete office building reminded me of my ‘glass brick’ days back in the 60s – okay, maybe occasionally in the 70s too.

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No, I’m NOT going to ‘fess up about planters and room dividers made out of wooden crates, ‘ready-mades’ constructed out of found objects, VW vans with 8-track cassette players, or granny glasses, bell bottoms and love beads.

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Urban Thursday

– a Thursday sampling of downtown buildings & city landscapes –

Alley Oops #30: “2016 SHINE Mural Festival”


Last year’s Mural Festival (2015) was a big success, and I was fortunate to be able to post pictures of many of the artworks.

“Now a new season is underway.

To provide more opportunity, the committee decided not to re-invite artists from 2015. And, new this year, artists will receive stipends of about $1,000.

They will also be given supplies, meals and, if from out of town, hotel accommodations and transportation.”

– Tampa Bay Times

On opening day a street mural was painted at a downtown intersection. I was told by the artist that the design should withstand traffic for “about a year.”


Muralists have been scrambling to finish by the end of this week (yesterday), some working around the clock on their designs.


Opening Festivities

St. Petersburg is a lively, art-friendly city, and a great place to live! As the festival proceeds I will resume my series of Monday Murals.


[a Monday sampling of signs, murals, graffiti]

Urban Thursday #12: “Interior”

As soon as I snapped this pic a uniformed security lady rushed over to confront me. She didn’t have a gun but she was swinging her nightstick rather ominously.


It’s an office building and I can’t imagine what kind of threat I was posing.

Fortunately, an oldster like myself can feign ignorance & befuddlement rather easily.

– Black & White Version –


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Urban Thursday

– a Thursday sampling of downtown buildings & city landscapes –

Art Redefined


“I view meat cutting as an art”

In my online humanities class I ask students at the beginning of each semester to introduce themselves, and in so doing to comment on their relationship to and/or how much their values have been influenced by art, music, religion, philosophy, and literature – i.e., the ‘humanities’.

Occasionally I receive a response too precious not to share.

“I moved to Florida eight years ago this November and I am currently a Meat Cutter Apprentice at _____. Personally I view meat cutting as an art if it is done in a respectful way to the animal you are cutting apart. Any person with a knife can cut meat; however, not everyone does it respectfully instead they do it as if they’re going through the motions of their job. Rather than view the pieces they cut as a living animal that was killed to feed others they view it as a slab of beef. This isn’t untrue but there is no respect for the fact that a living animal was killed and processed for our own survival. My personal goal in that field is to move away from the Grocery meat cutters and more towards the traditional Butcher’s Shops that have that respect for the animals they kill and process.”

I don’t dispute his view but I can’t help but wonder if he really needs to tackle Plato and Dante and The Book of Job to further his career.

Then again, I’m reminded of our go-to supplier of beer & deli sandwiches (me) and dog bones (Tzuri) out in Livingston a couple of summers ago.

‘Montana Matt’ I called him. He went to Montana State University and was good at cuttin’ meat. Probably took a humanities course or two.

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This is actually a very practical solution to the ever-present road kill problem in the West.  Montana passed a law that lets drivers who have hit deer or elk go online and immediately obtain a license for that animal, regardless of season.

Then you haul the carcass to your local butcher and the bloodletting begins.

It’s an art form, I now know – if you have the right respect and the gumption to see more than just a slab of beef.