Lobby Pizza! Highlight of the work week! Hot and fresh, the hump-day reward! You might say “life must be a dull affair if these things cheer you,” but it’s not like that at all. I have one piece of licorice for dessert after lunch, M-F. The thought of it cheers me greatly, too. It’s all the little things to which you look forward, and I space them out through the day until they’re done, and then I’ve sleep to look forward to. Live in a state that vacillates between anticipation and satisfaction in micro-dose form, and the hours pass agreeably.

The pizza place has been allowed to put in the tables and chairs again.

The week before you had to walk out into the lobby area and find seats, which are all about five feet apart, but you can’t sit in the pizza place itself. The guy behind the register said it really wasn’t the lack of seating that was killing them, though.

Get this: it’s the lack of customers.

Yes, you heard that right; the fact that everyone is still working from home means the number of people who come to eat has dropped by about, oh, 90%, and it's killing them. There used to be a line out the door at noon, every day. There hasn’t been a line, period, since March.

Walked around downtown listening to music (Sibelius #5, Bernstein later recording) and looking at the building projects. On the way back I noted some more restaurant closures, and was also a bit chagrinned to note this:

The "Louvre It or Leave It" is gone.

It was a strange museum of art that never changed. Nothing seemed particularly interesting; it all felt someone was giving his artist friends a favor. One of the pieces seemed like a Bioshock reference, a head with bunny ears. The oddest piece occupied a small and presumably unprintable space by the escalators.

It used to be a mockup of the Auschwitz gates complete with ARBEIT MACH FREI, so I’m not exactly unhappy about its loss. A stupid thing to put there, if it was meant as a snarky taunt at all the fools who had to, you know, work.

They had a wing upstairs as well; empty.

There’s a fellow across the hall who has a men’s furnishings shop. Open by appointment. I walk past and sometimes see him straightening the piles of ties. I wonder if sometimes he moves them out of order so he’ll have something to do in the afternoon.


The file name: cartel_van_schuppen_pierre

There's a French brothel-owners syndicate joke in their somewhere.

We know a bit about Pieter van Schuppen.

Flemish painter and engraver who was mainly active in France, where he enjoyed a reputation for his portrait prints. Pieter van Schuppen studied painting in Antwerp from 1639 and became master in the local guild of St Luke in 1651. He then left Antwerp and settled in 1655 in Paris, where he became a pupil of Robert Nanteuil, the foremost French engraver of his time

Pieter van Schuppen excelled in the use of ornamental design. He possessed a dexterity with the engraved line and ability to capture the most subtle features of the face. Because of these abilities he was during his life known as 'le petit Nanteuil' (the little Nanteuil)

Ah yes, when the compliment stings like an insult. Some details of the work:

P. Mignard Pingebat? The Shupster is telling us he based the engraving on a painting by Mignard, who did the original portrait. As for the fellow in the picture, that's Gabriel Nicolas de La Reynie, "considered to be the founder of the first modern police force."

There's more detail in the work than the original painting.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eighteen thousand five hundred souls in the 2010 census. What’s more, “Laurel is the principal city of a micropolitan statistical area named for it.”

This is promising:

The economic prosperity of Laurel's timber era (1893–1937) and "timber families" created the famed Laurel Central Historic District as a byproduct. The area is considered the largest, finest, and most intact collection of the early 20th century architecture in Mississippi and has been listed on the National Register of Historic Places since September 4, 1987, for both its history and wide variety of architectural styles.

I read that after I’d toured downtown, and was surprised. I can only conclude the paragraph above refers to residential architecture, not commercial.

As I like to say, confident you’ll agree: we know what this was, don’t we?

Maybe I’m wrong, but I can sniff a Woolworth’s from the slightest hints. Also, the previous pictures show it was a Woodworth’s.

Kidding! But after a while, you just feel it in your bones.

I try to decipher this, but my head starts to hurt. Was the demolished building two stories high?

If so, does the window on the second floor hail from an era when the neighbor had only one floor? If so, why did they keep the window as a window, instead of a passageway like the other one? Or was there nothing there ever, just an alley? MOVING RIGHT ALONG

Vandals. Just plain VANDALISM.

Lopping off the capital on the right hand side is just nuts.

Also. it's an Oil Company with a display window that has a doll's bedroom set.

What it was and what it isn’t and what it is now.

Fine old sign; they must have painted it with iron.

Nice! Why not hack off part of this one, too

It’s from the early era of classical revival, I think - it has a certain Columbian Exposition ornate exuberance.

Ah, I'm not off by much: 1908.

Now THAT is a lineup. Leontyne Price, My Favorite Martian . . .

AND EB.

Eb died at the age of 81 in 2020. That doesn't seem possible.

The whole building is a mess, visually sundered, a cornice decoration lopped off.

FRANK GARDNER

 

The classic downtown store, renovated post-war, classic script name:

The sign is down now, and new stores are filling the space. Which is good, because this . . .

Is what it was.

Oh my. A Yamasaki building?

Don’t think so, but it’s in his style. Note: I do not like his style, for the most part. But that’s a personal thing, based on growing up in the flared-column era.

A bygone sign stubbornly asserts its existence:

Classic post-war modernist civic building.

Every city should have one. Really: it has a certain brainy serenity.

We all know what this is, don’t we?

If this helps:

The aliens came, built a structure from which they would communicate with the earthlings by extending messages on scrolls out fo the windows.

Then they left without notice, and have not returned. But you can.

That'll do. See you tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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