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Donut Chef-D'Oeuvre

Dear Members and Constituents,
What sets a great work of art apart from the rest? Take a musical masterpiece, for instance. It uses the same notes as lesser works (88 on a modern piano). It is arranged according to a set structure dictated by the scale the piece is composed on.  It has themes that repeat, like all the rest. It follows a certain rhythmic pattern. Yet there is something about an inspired composition that stands-out. While there are many dimensions that go into making a magnum opus, it seems to me a key variable is knowing the rules intimately and then selectively choosing which ones to deliberately break. That unexpected sharp or that silence where a note should be create a certain element of surprise. An anomaly which contrasts with the familiar fabric of the expected. Like salt on a dish, break a couple of rules and the experience is enhanced; break too many and you’ve ruined it. That’s why we don’t enjoy the sound of a child pounding a piano (unless, of course you are their adoring parent to whom everything they do seems cute). And so too it is with donuts. Ed Stocker is out today (unexpected) but the LaMar’s donuts today’s assigned donut dude -Tom Langer brought-in are sitting next to his office (familiar).

Happy Friday!

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