Sunday, May 12, 2013

Two Obituaries in This Morning's NY Times



It was a striking coincidence for me that the two leading obituaries in this morning’s NY Times were for  two people who played very different roles in my young life.

The first was Dean Jeffries.  In the ‘50’s and ‘60’s he and Von Dutch were the premier hot rod pinstripers. 

Pinstriping goes back to the early years of the automobile.  A fine straight line in a contrasting color follows a major fender contour and finishes with a design flourish.  In the fifties, the Golden Age of the hot rod, pin striping became the finishing detail of choice, and Von Dutch and Jeffries were the California gods.

I tried a little pin striping myself.  I did my buddy Skip’s 1951 Pontiac dashboard.  Not bad, but no Jeffries-level work.  The challenge of pin striping was the center point in the middle of the rear deck or the nose of the hood where the striping on the two sides of the car came together.  Those center flourishes had to be symmetrical.  No stencils, this was all done freehand.  It’s really tough to get the swoops and teardrops to exactly mirror each other.
I find myself still doodling pinstripes during meetings, trying to get the arcs and curves on each side of a centerline to match.

The second was Herbert Blau.  He was the director at ACT in San Francisco when I attended SF State College in, let’s see, must have been 1962.  He also taught at the college, and filled in one day for Mark Harris (Bang the Drum Slowly) in the creative writing class I was taking.  He commented on a story I had submitted.  I can’t recall exactly what he said, but it mattered that he took what I wrote seriously enough to think about it.

Blau was the driving intellect behind the appearance of Waiting for Godot and the works of Beckett and other avant garde playwrights on major American stages.  I was surprised to find that he passed away in Seattle, and had last taught at the UW.  If I’d known I might have looked him up and said thanks for a word of encouragement fifty years ago.

Does anyone not as old as I am find any of this interesting?

Thursday, May 2, 2013

A Farewell to Bakeries



I didn’t realize how much I loved bakeries until I stopped going to them.

My wife has been gluten-free for a couple of years.  I decided to give it a try and see if there were benefits.  I don’t have a wheat allergy, as she does, but after two months I’m finding a benefit.  When I’ve gone for training runs or swims in the past, I’ve needed to know exactly where the potties were.  You don’t need to hear the details, but let’s just say that a smoothed-out GI process is a good thing for me.

But I suffer from fantasies about cinnamon rolls, currant scones, and the real-deal old-fashioned maple bars.  I imagine standing at the display case at Macrina’s on McGraw gazing at morningglory rolls and bread pudding.  Or biking back from Edmonds and stopping at Larsen’s to pick up an almond twist as a reward for a hard ride.

Gluten-free baked goods are getting better.  I’ve had some pretty decent brownies—maybe the best wheat substitute is chocolate.  But I’m toying with the idea of a gluten-free vacation day once every couple of months.  I could spend a week deciding whether to have a cinnamon roll, scone or maple bar for breakfast.  Abstinence makes the stomach grow fonder.