Artisanal baking goes renegade, combining snail-pace, primordial techniques with a cutting-edge approach.
NYT mag explores the current landscape of artisan baking superpowers. With both a link to a recipe for Tartine bread and a small shoutout to Farmer Ground Flour! (And glad to see Hungry Ghost in there with some awesome perspective. I had a day-old fougasse of theirs once and it was among the best bread I’ve tasted) – Baker A.
'I don't think there's any reason to make bread fast. I don't think it's healthy' - Zachary Golper
Hi John, there's a lot of stuff I want to ask you, but I've just had a terrible week of loss and rejection in my "budding art career" and it really sucks and it seems like something you would have a piece of wisdom for. How do you cope with putting your ego and life's work on the line over and over?
I tried to answer this a bunch of times but I don’t really know! You hold onto Berryman’s line — “It is idle to reply to critics” — and understand that the actual work isn’t the thing you make, but the process that makes it, whose inherent value and dignity is well beyond any debate, because it is an expression of your self and therefore nobody can really judge it.
this is an unsatisfying answer, I know, artists have struggled with varying degrees of success over how to deal with these problems forever. the simple terrible platitudes of kindergarten are actually applicable here — the ones that tell you your work is good no matter what anyone thinks of it — but they seldom help much in the short term. in the long term, they do. people didn’t get very excited about Get Lonely when it was new. we were bummed! we felt it was our best work. we thought we’d gone somewhere special, unique in our work, its own place. over time, the people who relate to our impulse on that record have found it and connected with it, and the people who didn’t care for it have stopped thinking about it, because not many people spend a lot of time dwelling on work they didn’t care for.
but as I say this is a question people struggle with, I don’t think there’s a “here’s what you do” answer (and I reject, with thanks, any allegations that I am wise). you keep your focus on the work, I figure. when your focus wanders, you bring it back.
“Jesus was not sent by God to die in order to appease a violent deity, nor did he defeat the powers by dying on the cross. His death was not an atoning sacrifice or a way of bringing a scapegoat mechanism to light. It was a political murder meant to sow terror and to undermine hope. His violent death exposes the domination system as oppressive and violent. His resurrection challenges the ultimate power of the system and invites us to be people of God here and now where oppressive systems remain powerful and must be challenged. Jesus teaches us how to live and shows us the risks of living God’s compassion in an unjust world.”—Walter Wink (via locusimperium)
“My son asked me one day, ‘Dad, what’s hell?’ … So, I said, ‘Well, if God is love, then hell is the absence of God’s love. And, can you imagine how great it is to be loved? Can you imagine how great it is to be loved fully? To be loved totally? To be loved, you know, beyond your ability to imagine? And imagine if you knew that was a possibility, and then that was taken from you, and you knew that you would never be loved. Well that’s hell—to be alone, and know what you’ve lost.’”—Stephen Colbert (via azspot)
Looking for some wisdom to pin some Easter reflection on
I am grateful coming across this, from David Dark which will inform my thinking for the rest of the week.
'A few months ago, IV sat down with seasoned poet, musician, critic, and mystery describe-er, Joe Nolan, to talk religion. What follows is another beautifully described mystery. All who have ears, what do you think? Describe it in your way. Keep it essential, in the footsteps of Joe.
IV: Annie Dillard worded the sigh, “Who knows what God loves?” It messed me up for years. Now I hear it as a helpfully cathartic/poetic cry that holds a confession of deep love mixed evenly with complete and utter unknowing. Is faith even possible?
JN: There is a broken empty space where Christianity exists.’
How did people trim their toenails in ancient times? The Virgin Mary’s toenails look fine in the paintings of the Italian Renaissance, and it’s a good thing, too, for it would be hard to worship a figure with very long toenails. Perugino scoffed at a religion aimed toward God but whose real attention was on Mary, but he gave her nice toenails. I’ve never looked at Jesus’ toenails, even though they’re near the holes in his feet, where the other nails were. Cruelty is so graphic and hard to understand, whereas beauty, even the beauty of a toe, makes perfect sense. To me, anyway.
This is the key message of Matthiessen’s life and writing — that we are intricate, thorny, inconsistent, that the lines between good and bad blur within us, that we are capable of anything. The only choice is to remain conscious, to engage with openness.
"Peter was a force of nature, relentlessly curious, persistent, demanding — of himself and others," his literary agent, Neil Olson, said in a statement. "But he was also funny, deeply wise and compassionate."