Scrappers at work, east side of Detroit.
Next time you buy used bricks, spare a thought to the provenance.
I once asked the owner of my gym what inspired him to put such a detailed sign on the entrance to the basketball court. He replied, “Years and years of experience.”
To paraphrase Homer Simpson: Testosterone: Fuel for humanity’s engine, and also useful for starting big fires.
UPDATE: And while we’re on the subject of hormones, I snickered at the picture accompanying the National Enquirer’s* story about Sarah Palin’s supposed extramarital affair, which could have carried the caption: “Gov. Palin explains why they broke up.”
* “…a more solid investigative outfit than many people think” — Rod Dreher
The ancestral home of NN.C, before there was a .C. South side of the Lou, in a neighborhood turning Bosnian around the edges.
How do you get to Busch Stadium? Practice, practice, practice. Also, it’s a Metrolink stop.
Yesterday’s bike ride took me down Mack Avenue, past the Dodge dealership. Hey, gang! The 2009 Challengers are here. Try to contain your excitement:
My taste is famously out of step with the mainstream, so we’ll see whether it moves metal, as they say in Detroit. Fun fact: Guess how much those fancy wheels and low-profile tires add to the bottom line. Any brave souls? No? OK, I’ll tell you: $4,000. My first car didn’t cost much more than that.
In my entire stupid life, I have never been impressed by the tires and wheels of another’s car, although admittedly, I’m not in the target demographic. We caught most of “Tales of the Rat Fink” on Sundance the other evening, a fun documentary about Ed Roth, the original car customizer. I was interested in it mostly as a doc that breaks all the way free of the Ken Burns Bigfoot style — the story is moved along by several talking cars, their words indicated by flashing headlights, and no, I’m not kidding — but it left me thinking about Detroit, too.
The auto industry and Big Daddy Roth were yin and yang to one another, especially as Roth grew older and crazier in his designs. Roth imagined a world where everyone’s car would be unique in the truest sense of the word, thanks to customizing and easily moldable fiberglas. In this sense he was like a couture fashion designer, who imagines the entire world wants to express itself through clothing, when in truth most people just want their bodies appropriately shielded from eyes and weather. But the extremes feed the middle, and when it works we live in a world where a car is more than a rolling transpo-box and a jacket is a statement. My favorite part of “Tales of the Rat Fink” was the end, where the filmmakers draw literal lines between Roth’s innovations and things we take for granted today. (Did you know Roth was the first to paint designs on plain T-shirts? Now you do.)
I still think wheels like that are a waste of $4,000, however.
Quick bloggage, as I’ve got a full plate today:
Kwame Kilpatrick left office and the official mayoral residence today. Detroit is one of only a handful of cities to have a designated mayoral mansion, and today Freep.com ran a photo gallery of the Manoogian Mansion through the years. This was my favorite; how often do you see a one-lane bowling alley? Even Daniel Plainview had three or four.
You’ve all seen the Sarah Palin e-mail hack by now, no doubt. The most important takeaway lesson? If you’re running for vice-president, the whole world will know the answer to all your security questions. So tie up that loose end beforehand, ‘kthanksbai.
Sentences that do not inspire confidence: The financial crisis that began 13 months ago entered a new, far more serious phase as hopes that the damage could be contained have evaporated. Thanks, Wall Street Journal! Suggestion for comments discussion: In a collapsed world economy based on barter, what do you have to trade? I’m figuring a 10-second peek at my tits in a nice bra ought to be worth a few slices of bread to someone, but maybe not. What’ve you got?
Back later.
The not-just-motor city, Eastern Market.
Parking garage, Wayne State University.
The answer to the question, “What does a $9.50 chicken salad sandwich look like?”
Zingerman’s, Ann Arbor. Of course.
It was delicious.
Cabbage as big as yo’ head.
