Showing posts with label Detroit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Detroit. Show all posts

Monday, November 08, 2021

High Noon - 08 November 2021 - Plague Journal Day 606

Micah 6:8
Genesis 1:3-5
Yes, your life matters.

Some of you are still sheltering in place, but fear not: I'm here to keep you sane and entertained.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?

Well, friends, we're back on the time that makes sense - Standard Time - at last. Twice each year we seem to have the same conversation with the same result. We all bemoan the fact that we have to change our clocks to and from Daylight Saving Time, vowing that we will change that system and stick with a single time zone thenceforth. Then we do nothing about it.


Looking at things from Detroit, I note that Solar noon here is a bit after 12:00 when on EST, within 15 or 20 minutes of what a properly-oriented sundial would read. That's what we want - a time zone that comports with the Sun! Noon at Noon! Midnight at Midnight!
For those who are desperate for more sunlight in the evening, please note that we already back-load our daylight - there's more after Noon than before - so staying on EST makes wonderful sense. 

Bonus background information:
Back in the 1920s Detroit was on Central time, so maintaining EST is essentially going to year-around CDT. That should satisfy everyone, right? We're on standard time for those who like that, but we're on daylight saving time for those who prefer that. Win-win and no changing of clocks! Problem solved. Huzzah!
You're welcome.

Keep Calm and Don't Stay Away.
I'll be back tomorrow.
The mental health issues related to our lockdown and the pandemic are especially hard for people with depression. NAMI, the National Alliance on Mental Illness, has a 24 hour helpline: 800-950-6264.

Friday, October 15, 2021

Not Your Rear, Your Ear! - 15 October 2021 - Plague Journal Day 582

Micah 6:8
Ecclesiastes 3:10-12
Yes, your life matters.

Some of you are still sheltering in place, but fear not: I'm here to keep you sane and entertained.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?

Today we went to the Beyond Van Gogh immersive experience, and it was beyond wonderful. I was hoping not to be disappointed, but it was far beyond what I had imagined it could be.

The emotions of van Gogh's work were almost amplified by the way they were presented. We really felt ourselves inside the art, inhabiting the thoughts of the artist. It really was awesome in the original sense of the word - it was awe inspiring, jaw-droppingly beautiful work; an amazing blend of the classic paint on canvas and digital manipulation and projection.

If you have a chance to get there - it's only in Detroit through 20 October - I urge you most urgently to take that chance and experience it. You won't be disappointed unless you want to be.

Perhaps some of the impact was due to having watched and re-watched (though not recently) the "Vincent and the Doctor" episode of Doctor Who. That humanized the legend by putting him in another legend, somehow. However it worked - and it did work - it made him more of a real person to us, and knowing more of him as a human made experiencing his art this way even more amazing. Don't miss this unless you're a total Philistine.

Have I made myself clear? Go to this experience! You're welcome.

Keep Calm and Don't Stay Away.
I'll be back tomorrow.
The mental health issues related to our lockdown and the pandemic are especially hard for people with depression. NAMI, the National Alliance on Mental Illness, has a 24 hour helpline: 800-950-6264.

Tuesday, July 06, 2021

Rain, Rain, Go Away! - 06 July 2021 - Plague Journal Day 481


Micah 6:8
Leviticus 26:3-5  Genesis 7:12-13
Yes, your life matters.

We all are still sheltering in place, but I'm here to keep you sane and entertained.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?


Today is Umbrella Cover Day, so maybe I'll jump over to HBO Max and watch Les Parapluies de Cherbourg (the Umbrellas of Cherbourg) with the fabulous Catherine Deneuve. There are some spectacular songs by Michel Legrand (what a songwriter he was!), so if you haven't seen it, I would heartily recommend it to you.


For those of us in the Detroit area, this umbrellage comes a bit late. In fact, were it even World Sump Pump Day or World Large Trash Pickup Day, those would also be a bit late.
Too many friends had too many feet of water in their basements. Too many neighbors have lost far too much (as witnessed by the piles of furniture, books, electronics, carpeting, and diverse and sundry other items in front of most homes in the area.
We were very fortunate (perhaps aided by the purchase of a new roof and new gutters last summer?), and got only a bit of dampness in a couple corners of our basement, but the damage and loss around us is heartbreaking.


By the way, on 06 July 1907, Frida Kahlo was born, so it's time to rock some major eyebrows.

Keep Calm and Don't Stay Away.

I'll be back tomorrow.
The mental health issues related to our lockdown and the pandemic are especially hard for people with depression. NAMI, the National Alliance on Mental Illness, has a 24 hour helpline: 800-950-6264.

Thursday, August 06, 2020

06 August 2020 - Plague Journal Day 146

Micah 6:8
Genesis 37:9
Yes, your life matters.

We all are still sheltering in place, but I'm here to keep you sane and entertained.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?

Today is National Root Beer Float Day. (I seem to remember that we called them Black Cows when I was a kid, but that may have been a Coke float (that's actual Coca-Cola to my Southern readers, not just any form of coke, soda, or (correctly) pop.), Can anyone confirm or correct me here? Thanks.)

As good as a root beer float is, I have to opine that a Boston Cooler is better. After all, what could be better than a scoop of creamy vanilla ice cream floating in a tall glass of Vernor's Ginger Ale? Not much in a glass, anyway.
I have heard some opinions to the contrary recently, but my understanding is that the name of the Boston Cooler came from the Boston Edison neighborhood of Detroit, not from Beantown proper (as it were). It certainly makes more sense than any other explanation that I've heard. (I really find it hard to believe that it was named after Werner von Braun's liking for it after visiting Detroit and then returning to Cambridge, MA (which as far as Detroit is concerned is basically Boston). No matter how much he liked that gingery pop, I can't believe our float is named for his very temporary pseudo-hometowm.
See - even McDonald's knows what it is and how to make it!

So, hoist a root beer float to celebrate, and go the day one better with a Boston Cooler if you dare!
Enjoy!

Keep Calm and Stay Away.
I'll be back tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 08, 2020

08 July 2020 - Plague Journal Day 118


(This is my 100th consecutive post, thanks(?) to the pandemic shelter-in-place situation.)
Micah 6:8
Genesis 25:27-34
Yes, your life matters.

We all are still sheltering in place, but I'm here to keep you sane and entertained.
One could hardly ask for much more than that, now could one?

It's been a long time since we had any carnages des jours, so I think I'll post a few in the upcoming days. To kick this off, here's one for your Summer enjoyment - a blast from the past - how to cook bratwurst, complete with the story of how I learned at the master's grill.

How to Cook Bratwurst


As promised, I'm going to expose the secrets to perfect brats. First, though, let me take you, if I may, on a journey - a journey back to how I first learned the basics of this highly-favoured endeavour.

Perhaps you already know that my wife and her family hail originally from Wisconsin. Moving from Sheboygan, Wisconsin - sausage capital of the US - to the Detroit area meant some significant lifestyle changes, not least of which was the basic lack of what they had come to know and love as bratwurst. What to do?
Well, my ever-resourceful then-future father-in-law found a way to have real Sheboygan brats flown into Detroit, and massive quantities were received each year to the delight of all and sundry.

When the time came for me to ask him for his daughter's hand, I had already been introduced to the glories of properly-prepared bratwurst. He and I sat down in the living room, where I told him that I had an important question for him. "I was wondering," I asked, "where you get the brats?" The cool thing is, he told me the whole story about getting them flown in via a perhaps-then-illegal interstate meat transaction. With that out of the way, I told him that I wanted to marry his daughter, and he averred that he thought that was a good idea.

Sadly, the Sheboygan Sausage Company of Sheboygan Falls, Wisconsin is no more, but the recipe was (supposedly) purchased by the Johnsonville company, and that is now the brat of choice.
(An interesting side note here: we did find what we considered to be vastly superior brats on a trip through Sheboygan at the Miesfeld's Triangle Market - several times State Champions, in fact - but the cost of shipping so far outweighed the cost of the sausage that it will remain a "when we pass through we're buying a bunch" kind of thing. But I digress.)
It was at a family reunion here in town that I learned at the elbow of my father-in-law just how it was done. (Note the past tense there, it actually gets better!) The brats must be boiled a bit in a mix of beer and water before going on the grill. This lets them release some of their fat before hitting the fire, the which can be an exciting event.
A squirt bottle of water was the tool of the day for keeping down the flare-ups that did arise, although the beer held in the other hand would do quite nicely as well. Care should be taken to avoid stirring up too many ashes - they can stick to the brats and make for a grittier-than-desirable experience (and yes, that does mean that charcoal is the preferred heat source).
There you have the basics of brat grilling. Condiments and bunnage are best left to the individual's taste, but mustard, onions, Swiss cheese, and sauerkraut make up my starting point.

Now to reveal the secret to my enhanced bratwurst cooking process.
Into the pot of beer and water (I generally use Molson Canadian) I add an onion cut into wedges, and a healthy dose of nutmeg. These additions add just the right notes to the already-delicious flavour of the brats, and the kitchen smells glorious all the while too.

Now please, go and enjoy your bratwurst, but enjoy them responsibly.
Keep Calm and Stay Away.
I'll be back tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Can anyone explain to me

why the Federal government is involved in the M1 Rail project?

Here's a 3.3 mile loop of streetcar rail along Woodward that doesn't even cross a city's boundaries, let alone any State borders.

Why does the federal government have anything to do with a 3 mile bit of rail that goes from one part of town to another and back?

Friday, April 19, 2013

Carnage du Jour - 17 April 2013

It was inevitable, really. The main question is why it took so long for this to happen.

Ah.

Let me back up and bring you in closer to the beginning.
I am, as most regular readers here would know, a fan of the meatloaf.
In fact, I consider myself a veritable meatloaf maestro, what with all the varieties and styles that I've made over the years.
Still, every now and again, a new meatloaf comes into being that is simply what always should have been.
A few examples:
  • the bacon-cheddar meatloaf
  • the mashed-potato-frosted two-layer meatloaf
  • the spinach and mashed potato jelly-roll style meatloaf
The list is nearly endless, and yet, a new meatloaf - a true Detroit classic in the making - was ushered into this world on the 17th: the Coney Island Meatloaf.

How it came to me was fairly simple. I was casting about for meatloaf ingredients when I noticed a can of chili in the pantry. "Oh," thought I, "I should get some hot dogs when I go to the market so we can have some coneys." In that moment I could imagine a cartoon light bulb standing over my head as I realised: "I can put chili and hot dogs inside my meatloaf!"

The loaf itself was a fairly standard model; I simply split the raw mixture into two parts, hollowing out the bottom half and loading in a couple dogs and chili, then covering the whole with the rest of the meat. Pinching it together to avoid leakage, I tossed it into the oven for its 350F ride.

Tasty? You bet. Delicious doesn't even begin to describe.

Highly recommended.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Steven West, We Hardly Knew You

Following on a piece I wrote here a bit over 2 years ago, we really are at the end of an era.

Not only has the big "F"-shaped sign been denuded, but today it was announced that the abandoned Federal's department store building on Eight Mile in Hazel Park will be demolished.

Hard to imagine that after only 30+ years they've decided to knock down that "landmark," but that seems to be exactly what is about to happen.

If only Geraldo could come comb through the debris (before or after the demo) to explore what might still be there after all these years .... na.

As they say, Hail and Farewell!

Friday, March 02, 2007

The End of an Era

Perhaps not many of you will remember the glory days, back even before Steven West, but there are those of us who do remember. Yes, we remember and mourn the passing of Federal's Department Stores.
Why this now? Simple. I was driving down 8 Mile the other day (I think it was Wednesday) and saw a work crew dismantling that big blue sign (shaped like an "F" if you're headed West), the sign that signaled one's approach to I-75.
Another Detroit landmark is gone. So long, Federal's, so long, Steven West, wherever you may be.

Friday, July 14, 2006

The Cup!

Wow! I know it's been over for nearly a week, but the World Cup that just finished was a great time. It took me back to the late 70's when we had professional soccer here in Detroit (the fabled Detroit Express, coached by the legendary Ken Furphy) and we had season tickets at the soon to be no longer Pontiac Silverdome.
While it was disappointing to watch the US side exit as early as they did (thanks to the Group of Death in which we competed) and having no Belgian side for which to root, it was still a tournament of many beautiful games, many ugly games, and many cards - both red and yellow.
The saddest part was the way Zedane finished his career - it just made no sense. This is not the way he played the beautiful game - you have to go back several years to find something to stick him with - but it's apparently the way his Italian head buttee plays the game. Very sad.
Still, the game is great to watch, great to play, and it will be a big thing here in the States as soon as organized crime realizes they can take bets on the games. (That was our theory back in the 70's and 80's, and it seems still to be the case.)
Now if only Wayne Rooney hadn't been ejected!