Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Flow and Astound Me

  • Wayne Thiebaud, Roast Beef Dinner (Trucker's Special), Toledo Museum of Art
  • There past Sunday 
  • I am telling you three times, don't holiday in Toledo to see the Museum of Art but if you're within two hundred miles, drive, go! go, I'm going back
  • Started snowing on way back from Toledo, by the time we drove to my son-in-law's grandparents for dinner solid four inches, by time we left six,
  • I thought, this is Michigan, they know how to plow roads,
  • no.
  • Michiganders fashion they can drive speed limit on unplowed roads,
  • no.
  • We had breakfast yesterday morning with Planet and Air at coffee shop next to the Jiffy plant 

  • (photo by Earthgirl) (Planet
  • discovered all Jiffy products contain lard, biscuit lovers among you) at 730, 
  • left at 815 thinking, once off state road surely I-94, the road from Detroit to Chicago, will be plowed, even with slower traffic no problem getting the forty miles to Detroit airport comfortably for 1130 flight,
  • no.
  • I saw a James Lavadour piece at Whitney past Fall, liked enough to remember, Tiichum, on loan to Toledo Museum of Art, each panel best guess two feet by three and stand alone piece itself, slayed me:

  • Proust just saw Albertine for the first time on a plane over Lake Erie yesterday
  • returning to - this line composed on laptop - inked and penciled -
  • until this sentence wonderful PACKED with dilemmas I'd rather wrestle than
  • forgetting when I stall on Proust forgetting as important as remembering
  • Some digifriend recently asked what double-album most thru and thru also
  • UPDATE! Serendipity be blessed
  • too: week from today Happy Egoslavian Holy Day!


  1. Paul Thiebaud's gallery was/is a short walk down from my old flat in North Beach. On a half-dozen occasions in the 80's and 90's, I spoke with him about his father and art (nothing insightful or earthshaking). Paul seemed a nice guy, and I was sorry to hear he'd passed away -- almost a decade ago, now. Those conversations, though, are part of a connection in memory every time I see any of the elder Thiebaud's work.

    The gallery's still there. I passed it walking around the old neighborhood last fall before the rains; don't know who runs it these days.

  2. Lard is correct, but Midwestern biscuits are rocks compared to their Southern cousins. Why is that? you might ask. Well, I'll tell you: It's the flour. Midwestern wheat is hardened because it has to survive the bitter winter colds, Polar vortexes and all that. We particularly in the Southeast are in a bit of a weather shadow 'neath the Appalachian (short a) mountains lending our wheats a softer character which in turn brings the flake and fluff.

  3. all Jiffy products contain lard

    not quite true - there is a vegetarian corn muffin mix


    and although it says on the front of the box 'add egg and milk' on the right side of the box it lists alternatives -

    egg substitutes -
    1/2 banana, mashed
    1 tsp soy flour
    1 tsp flax seed, ground
    1/4 cup white beans, pureed

    milk substitutes -
    soy milk or almond milk

    as i do have a banana on hand, i expect to mix this up tomorrow, a winter storm warning day

  4. Good info, Jim. As a lover of my Granny's biscuits & gravy growing up, I can attest to their superiority consistency-wise. And like so many things I'd learned to appreciate in my life, the appreciation is depreciated the more I become aware of the reality behind the biscuit. They, my father's family, ate that shit because they were dirt poor even once they moved further up the Appalachian holler where my Papaw was gifted the oh-so wonderful, relatively steady job working in the mines in West By Godland. To think that the cheap way to feed the family involved eating bread made with lard and sauce made with milk and yet more bacon or sausage grease. Either that, or they were too stupid to know that there was a cheaper alternative. As an aside, to lesser evilism: If I am not mistaken Papaw could thank Carter for his black lung check.