Fun with Expiration Dates

Happy Wednesday! Looks to be a glorious day out there. Were it not for a headache which has carried over for a few days, t'would be that much more glorious, but. Javier came over last night and helped me set work to the side for a few hours before a night conference call; and now he can be heard stomping around, from this room, to that room, and back again. He is quite happily mobile with his electric razor, so one hears a zzzzzzzzz from the bathroom, to the the kitchen, to the living room.  Zzzzzz, stomp stomp stomp, zzzzzzzz, stomp stomp stomp.

An appearance at the study doorway: "We should drink coffee on your deck, enjoy the sunshine -- well maybe not this morning" and then he is gone, offering a plan and then nixing it, without any fussy need for more input. Luckily his plans often agree with my yet-to-be-formed wishes, so we wind up doing a lot and seeing a lot and sometimes slowing down. Within a few minutes the coffee matter is reconsidered and I am invited to join him on the deck; and then he is off to his morning meeting and I wonder if I can do a wee blog post in ten minutes before showering*...Hmmm. The sun is so treacherous, it feels so healthy and health-giving and yet...

{*No. not even close. why do I always think I can cheat time?}

And yet! Only a couple more days until this next May weekend. Selected for your consideration, a few fine activities that you should catch before they're gone!

1."Hastings Street" -- a play with music, put on by the Mosaic acting troupe, in the Detroit Film Theatre (nestled up against the DIA). I saw the opening last Friday and it was fantastic -- they're polished enough and talented enough to be put head-to-head with adult acting companies. Set in the 40s, in the Black Bottom area of Detroit, which absolutely thrived during the 1940s -- did you realize Duke Ellington played in dance halls here?Check out the photo at The Detroit News and tell me you don't want to go. Second weekend, closes after *this* Sunday! Highly recommended.

2.Circle of Art! -- people have bidding online on artwork for the past month or so -- to simultaneously become art owners AND virtuously donate to Food Gatherers -- But THIS SUNDAY marks the final day -- silent auction for possibly hundreds of pieces, wine,drinks and all manner of delectables outside,bustling, jostling, tons of cool, friendly people who only get cooler as the day draws on. And raffles, usually! Along the lines of Zingerman's, some fabulous cherry things, who-knows-what all tied up in wicker baskets and sealed from troublesome fingers by crackly clear plastic. Possibly you could win a llama, or miniature giraffe or a manatee. WHO KNOWS. You certainly won't, if you don't go. People in the know play their little holding-off games, hovering around pieces to place the final bids on coveted items, moments before the final call (which falls shortly before 5 PM).

Here's where I'd share the link to my first-ever printmaking mobile, but alas, the link doesn't work, so I'll just reshare a recent photo.  Here's the general Circle background-- and here's a tiny sampling -- John Copley, Jan Ruvido Stebbins, Mike Hahn, and OMG check out this lovely pen and ink fox drawing by local highschool junior Vivyan Zheng! See also: Valerie Mann, Mariette Van Buhler, Lynne Yates (Ephemeral Books).  Starting at noon, you can pop in, stay awhile, stay as long as you want! Well, not really. At the end, they're all "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here." Which, fine, they have been working long, long hours for the past 6 weeks at least, to bring the grand event to pass. So: this Sunday, noon to 5. Bring a can or two of food for Food Gatherers. Saline.

7641 N. Ann Arbor Street
Saline, MI 48176
(734)429-3352 phone

 3. Van Gogh's Bedroom in Arles has been a distinguished guest at the DIA since February, but you haven't seen it yet, have you? Next weekend, next weekend, next weekend. Silliness. It leaves May 28th: the time draws nigh, people. It's usually in Paris, so not like you'll be crossing paths with it. Unless you have a much cooler life than I do.

4.5. Bonus links: I grow more and more fond of Jimmy Fallon. Here he is, doing a smattering of impressions of other comedians. And this one, ohhh, I love this one! Rufus + Ben Folds, doing a perfect cover. Best to watch a few times.

6. And you thought this was going to be about food poisoning, or old, old Rx's, didn't you? Playing with fire. Salmonella hides in the dents, online friends. Unused commas: so misleading.




 

May Day, May Day! Wandering Returns with the Sun

Wellll, fancy that! May has decided to be May! Blue, blue sky was (internal) sigh-inducing during the work day, but the fact that it's report time helped to focus me, as I'm geeky enough to actually enjoy me some report writin'... By the time I left the office, clouds had overtaken the blue, but it was still in the mid-70s. So I decided to have a little "niff about," as Compatriot is fond of saying /doing.

You may recall the Detroit Institute of Art's Inside/Out program, which they have been doing around Michigan for a few years now. They erect a high-quality reproduction of one of their vaunted works, somewhere outside; and provide the usual museum placard which gives a wee insight into the work, along with an invitation to come see the the actual work in the DIA itself. Pretty cool idea, right? I'd be interested to see how many more people were inspired to come because of it; though most likely they were going for a general rise in visibility, which would eventually spill over into visits/donations/membership. In any case,the idea's fantastic! So, it came to Ann Arbor recently, with an idyllic landscape by Jasper Francis Cropsey hanging out on a brick wall around the corner from my office. Wednesday seemed to be a perfect evening for a follow-up.

Again, Judith waves me past the alley -- or peers for greater trouble -- nothing to see here, no heads to speak of -- so I wander in the direction of Kerrytown. I hadn't put two and two together to conclude that Artemesia Gentileschi had painted several in this grisly series, even though the first one I had seen was the actual beheading of Holofernes -- it's visceral and more of-the-body than most Biblical depictions from the time frame: you get a sense of Judith as strong and grimly up-to-the-task at hand. The painter does not spare the viewer the blood spurts, or the need for the maidservant to help hold him down, as she wields the sword against the tendons of his neck.

But my goal this time was to find a happier Matisse, which I could not seem to locate in my head, despite their simple map. I headed toward Kerrytown area, but not before I was halted by the cleverness on display at Liberty St. Robot Supply & Repair.

 

Sub-par shot. But it's good enough to have you saying...

"Butter my butt and call me a biscuit, ain't that a sweet little riff on Magritte??"

And it is, it certainly is.  When I popped into the store for a side shot, the volunteer at the desk said, "Oh, yeah the window designer is a volunteer here, Oliver something. he's a graphic designer and he used to do photography for National Geographic." Those 826 folk, with their talent and brains and helpfulness...

 Just enough detail! tractor feet...

a sporting bowler and a healthy apple timer face. Nicely done!

... Off we go. Oh geez, but then there's a music store window. How does anyone get to their appointed destination, on a sunny day, when the work day is finished, and a boyfriend can not come over? In a minor way: wanderlust.

To be honest, I don't shop in Underground Sound much following unrelated times (and far between times, to be fair) where I got the cold shoulder there, though surely there are friendlier music enthusiasts who work there now. I wish Hideaway Music from Chestnut Hill was plunked down in Ann Arbor, because that place just felt *fantastic inside* when I popped in over the holidays with my sister last December, you know, old phonographs, huge old music poster, hipsters and average folk alike, flipping through new and used jazz CDs (and records, imagine that) and popular CDs. *sigh* In any case, a record store window is happy making.
 

And also, in case you were wondering, The National has a new one coming out, which I did *NOT* know because I like some hip music, but I am SO not hip. I rely on Curly Girl to tell me what Pitchfork is talking about and my young stats-brained coworker to tell me what's catchiest. You'll be relieved to find out that The National has clearly not grown any sunnier and damn, but that is one disturbing poster. I'm not sure how I feel about segregating the "me" on the second line, though. Yes! No! Thoughts? Do share, though I  know you're unlikely to leave comments on my blog. Pass me a note in third period or give me a hand signal in the elevator: I'll get it. Meanwhile, I'm sure Javier will be geeked to find out they have a new one: "I didn't want to say anything at the time but that is the WORST MUSIC I have ever played checkers to. Ever." Fine, the music isn't rousing in and of itself and the singer's self obsessed deep-deep voice may not inspire one to feats of strategy. But sometimes you're just intent on playing checkers. So, new CD, woohoo!

Ayyyyyand onto Fifth and Huron. I walk up, I walk down. I eventually suss out what I should have already known: that the shiny new quite expensive building is the Justice Center cited on the map. I can't help wondering, now that I know someone who is endlessly fundraising, how these placements came about -- did higher sponsors get the paintings on their buildings, or were they funded elsewhere and then a committee decided on potential locations? Because it would be a boon to participate in this right? Certainly *based on completely anecdotal evidence* there was criticism about such a lavish building during a rough time and then wasn't the architecture too modern, possibly ugly to boot? But I'll say, having walked around the building, I grew more fond of its design. So much light, such shiny surfaces against strong texture. Lovely outside space, with an unusual tumbly kind of fountain...I eventually found it on the far side.

It initially looked a bit washed out, which was disturbing: how can *Matisse* look washed out? Maybe it was the direct sunlight, but viewing it at an angle returned it to some of its inherent richness.

 {The Window. Apparently, the *first* Matisse to be bought by a U.S. museum, according to placard! Now that I did not know.}

On to Kerrytown proper.

The Fruit Vendor (1615) was perfectly placed on the exterior of one of Ann Arbor's best fish markets, as well as lovely produce market.  

The offer has been made, let the haggling begin.

Surely you understand I can't spend all of it here. Don't we all say this? Plum Market doesn't listen either.

Just around the corner, we have the barely known Zingerman's Deli, with a belle of the ball.

Madame Paul Poirson to the right, Camp Bacon to the left

 *Portrait Painter to the Stars!*John Singer Sargent was known for making people look their...best. Painting was his calling and the elite were his bread and butter. Not sure if it's due to the black ribbon, but her neck seems unnaturally long.

graceful hands, the gleam of gold and glitter of lace, also delivered with lightness and grace

Happy Spring, and Happier Summer, Folkses! May creativity and bounty fill the most sunlit days. I look forward to carving in the cool of the basement and lolling in the improvised backyards of parks, with books and baguettes and savored memories to come!

bing cherries and melty chocolate. read some, maybe eat some more...