I didn't even realize it until right now, but today is the one year birthday of Belmont Babbles. A year ago I started this blog. I didn't know what I was doing then, and I still don't. Yeah! The year, as documented, has been full of adventures, both fun and challenging.

March has been a quiet month, I know. I've had the opportunity to participate with people on real life creative projects. What?! You talk to people!? You leave your house?! I know. Really. These real life interactions have been a nice reminder of how gratifying working with people (in the real of life and flesh) is.

Oh, and for those of you who were wondering if I've gotten a job yet, the answer is, no. But I have applied and interviewed for one. You'll know when I know.

Shit. Of course the job is nearby, silly. I wouldn't go leaving Camden for a second summer in a row. I've learned that lesson.

One more thing and then I'm done. I swear. Because I change my mind a lot I'm blogging on my Tumblr blog again. Blah blah blah. If you really stalk me then you already knew that.

Oh, and here's a gift. Of music. Maybe you've heard of the Muxtape, maybe you haven't. Wellllll, it's like a mixtape. Online. And because I was an early adopter on this one, I got Emily as a user name!


The music will change with my mood. Hugs n mugs. I'll leave you with Wayne! See, I knew that would make you smile!

Magic hands and Wayno


Hi, my name is...

emily with a match

Lest you forgot.



I've been grumpy lately, but as usual the doctor in space always seems to order up just what I need in the stitch of mental sanity. Today, a pair of children were on the menu.

(I'm not the best with ages, but I'd say Towhead is probably six. Maybe seven. His older sister, Sassy, is probably eight or nine.)

Towhead: I was conceived in Havana!
Me: Do you know what that means?
Towhead: Well, I wasn't born there...
Me: Did you hear that Cuba's leader just stepped down?
Sassy: Yeah, he was charge for like fifty years or something.
Me: (Flabbergasted) You're so right!

Towhead: Do you knit? (as he digs out knitting needles and yarn)
Me: I used to, but it's been a while.
Towhead: Oh, I could help you out with that.
Me: Oh, really?
Sassy: If anyone teaches her to knit it should be me. I'm better than you. I'm already onto crocheting.
God, I love kids.

As a kid- Knitting is fun


I'm too sexy for this blog

Someone recently told me that I was far too stylish to leave Maine, saying, "We need you here!" I was all like, "I know, right!"

Matchy Matchy


Things I don't like to Admit

But will.
(a recurring theme perhaps?)

I have a nasty streak. Not freaky nasty, but mean nasty. I hate it when the nasty me shows her face. Sometimes words just don't come out right, they come out blazing and cruel. Occasionally the nasty shows up after having too much to drink. Sometimes I climb up onto a great big soapbox and shout the nasty from the rooftops (not recently thank god). The nasty me is never pleasant to be around, or be.

I do my best to be honest to others with compassion, empathy and patience, but sometimes, I fail.


From where I stood

Today was shitty. I'm sick of the cold snowy weather. I'm tired of doing aimless projects that barely get the bills paid. And for no particular good reason I've just been grumpy (maybe it could have something to do with the prospect of having the house to myself for four whole days and then having my coveted solitude pulled out from under me).

But then after stomping/sulking around all day because of a broken heater, fuzzy footage and a residual hangover my day became less shitty... I received a postcard from the creatives at five and a half with a special creative task written on it. I had forgotten that a month or so ago I had expressed interest in a project called the postcard says.
The Postcard Says
My task made me smile.... I'll post more about that soon.

In other news, today is Edna St. Vincent Millay's birthday. One hundred and sixteen years ago Millay was born in Rockland, Maine and she grew up on the other side of Camden from where I live. We attended the same school, though Mary E. Taylor was Camden's High School in her day, Middle School in mine.

I like to imagine Millay adventuring around town, hiking Mt. Battie, notebook in hand. Or what her voice sounded like at the Whitehall Inn reciting the Penobscot Bay inspired poem Renascence.

I posted this video a number of months ago, but dug it up for the sake of celebration.


ME Time

Cabin fever, what? We're entering the most painful time of year in Maine. The time where everywhere else in the United States (except of course Alaska) is starting to smell like dirt and flowers, but we've still got snow storms on the docket for another two months.

Even though I'm starting to itch for flip flops and sun dresses, I'm as Maine obsessed as ever. Thanks to Google News (my latest obsession) I can track what people from all over, (and where I kind of wish I was visiting) are saying about my slow thawing favorite place.

Camden by the Sea, Rockland by the Smell: Maine odor patrol smells the coffee

Isn't this weather faaabulous: An Aussie celebrates the 4th of July on an island in Maine

Almost Maine: A Comedy

Last but not least, a video of local bad ass's, Kimmy and Kirstin Scott. I've always admired the free spirited Scott family as a kid and to this day they never cease to impress me.

The sisters have entered a contest to get on Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations FAN-atic Cooking Show Special.

The embed player isn't working, click here or there to watch. The comments are worth the trip.

trustfund kids?? are you for real? this family of 7 grew up in midcoast maine with a hippie mother selling quiche in harvard square.


Fruity but not too Sweet

Here are a few of my favorite Valentine's and Valentine ideas that have been floating around.

I love MaryJane's olive(s) you. They are just adorable and savory, not too sweet! Just how I like it.

Ben Lawson takes the heart to a literal level.

Larry Tee, fashion designers Heatherette, new media Artist Andrew Strasser, and music video producer Francis Legge created a sweet Valentine video. I heart it.

Yay, there's love all around!

Happy Valentine's Day!

I haven't been holding up my end of my Valentine bargain because I've been rather busy (good for me, bad for you).

I have however put together a little singing telegram for you to enjoy. I'm singing a song called The Book of Love by The Magnetic Fields.


I was lost, but now I'm found

Watching Lost
That's right. I'm completely caught up with Lost.


This weekend panned out quite differently than I had expected. I didn't even make it to the Toboggan Nationals. Turns out I didn't miss much, an injury on the first day cut the competition short.

Instead, the weekend took a political slant. With the race between Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama in a dead heat, both came to Maine on Saturday to rally support for Sunday's caucus.

I drove with a carload of four to see Barack speak at the Bangor Auditorium. When we got there, the line was stretched from the auditorium doors, down to the main drag, around Paul Bunyon (whose corroded crotch made it look like he'd wet himself), up another street, up a hill, and kept going, and going. We walked for twenty minutes before the end of the line was in sight.
The line
Paul Bunyon peed his pants
Near the end of the line we bumped into my Aunt Helen and Uncle Andrew so we joined them. Both are Hillary supporters but had come to see Obama speak, seeing as he was in town, and they live around the block. They had attempted to see Clinton earlier in Orono, but had been turned away. Their son Devon and another one of my cousins Logan were both volunteering for the Obama rally so we kept getting the scoop of how full the auditorium was getting from the inside, as the line moved slowly outside.

We were within sight of the door when we were told that the auditorium was at capacity, but that Barack would speak briefly to the people outside. I was a little disappointed that we hadn't made it in, but not entirely crushed. All of a sudden I heard people by the door yell, "We'll take 300 more people!"

If you know me, you know I don't run. But upon hearing the call for, "300 hundred more," you better believe I ran towards that door .

My mom and our entire crew made it in! After going through the metal detector we were were lead down onto the floor in front of the stage where Obama was to speak. I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else. It. Was. Awesome.
Me n Mom at the rally
Four years ago I saw Howard Dean and John Edwards speak at the College of Charleston but it was nothing like this. The house was packed to the brim, all the way up to the very tip top of the auditorium. It was thrilling to be a part of. Thrilling to get in, and thrilling to be standing shoulder to shoulder with 6,000 people who came from near and far to see Barack Obama speak.
7 thousand
Obama didn't deliver a mind blowing speech, but he covered what needed to be covered to get my vote. Sure, he didn't say anything new, he said what he's been saying, with a few Maine tie-ins (did ya know that one of his secret service dudes is the son of past Maine Governor, Joe Brennan?!). But seeing Brack Obama in person, feeling his charisma, being a part a captive audience, and feeling that energy with thousands of other hopeful Americans, that was something new.
Almost close enough to touch

Oh right, the caucus. My mom and my sister and I went to Camden's caucus this afternoon. It was my first. 560 people showed up. 446 of us caucused for Obama, 105 for Hillary, and 9 people were undecided.
Camden Caucus
Of the 21 delegate slots, Hillary was appointed 4 and Obama 17. My mom's name was pulled out of a hat to be one of the delegates for Obama.



Notes of Another

Notes of another
Last summer I snagged a book from the Swap Shop at the local dump. I picked it up today and it turns out the previous owner had made notations throughout the book.

The note taker seems to have taken comfort in the words of Joan Anderson the author of A Year by the Sea: Thoughts of an Unfinished Woman. The first half of the book is filled with underlined phrases, arrows and comments. Oddly the notes stop at the ninth chapter, called Fogged In.

I haven't even read the book but skimming it I've dived into the heart and struggles of a local woman as she identifies and notates her own truths.


Be Mine

smokey love
The warm and fuzzies in me are bubbling over, and they're not the hungover burp kind of bubbles. These are the happy go lucky, I'm jolly even though I'm broke and I don't know what I'm doing with my life, kind of bubbles.

I'm so thankful for my family, my friends and life itself. To express my love and gratitude I'll be making a Valentine for you every day up until and including Valentines Day.

They will be posted daily at the top of the sidebar.

That's all.
Please, no crying or hugging.
Blow me a kiss instead.


Goin' to Nationals

We didn't make it in under the wire. Sniff.
No, still not telling our master plan.
Because there's always next year.
If you do,
I do.

We'll still be boozing. You?

Yes, the time is upon us. The 2008 National Toboggan Championships are next weekend, February 8-10.

I had so much fun last year, I just had to play again (with a little urging from boss V). It didn't take much convincing because really, who doesn't love an excuse to booze all day and then sled down an ice covered chute at 60 miles an hour.


2008 Team Roster: 3 (wo)man
Virgi Mama
Corey Baby

Our top brainstorms for team names are as follows:

  1. Chute, Chute Ba-Doop
  2. Ice Ice Baby
  3. Pabst Blue Boggin
  4. Project Sledway
  5. Sled and the Family Stone
  6. Slip Sledding Away
  7. Barack Toboggan
  8. Bloggin Toboggan
Pff. I'm not telling you our chosen team name. But I will tell you it isn't one of the above, it's BETTER. We have a solid chance to win costume gold this year.

Ugh. I know. I can't wait to tell you either, but you'll just have to wait and see.


Fists up.
Sled down.



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Save the Date

Save the Date: DONE
Done and done.
This wedding is gonna be EPIC.

Love lives.


I finally got around to messing with these clips I took on Christmas Eve.

Mumble Jumble

Virg and I were having drinks in front of the fire at the Camden Harbor Inn on Friday night when a couple walked by, "We're going to have more fun than you," the woman in her sixties said as she and her man friend in his seventies walked to their room.

I'm cutting back on my information/regurgitation intake. Deleting feeds. Using one blog.

Did you know that ABC has every episode of Lost streaming for free on their website? I'm catching up on three seasons. I have a lot of Lost-ing to to.... How dreamy is Jack? Totally.
Me: Is that guy in the window cute? I kind of think that guy with the hair is cute. What about the tall one?

Virginia: Emily, your frame of reference for 'cute' is non existent these days.


Pause, to Begin

I just sent this email to some friends, but I thought I'd share it here as well.

Hi creatives, friends of creatives-

My talented friend Dave has created a competition for photographers called Pause, to Begin. I hesitate to call it a competition because it's much more than that: it's a wonderful opportunity. Oh, and it ain't just based on shits, giggles and daydreams, the project is advised by three accomplished photographers, Charlest Altschul, Joyce Tenneson and John Paul Caponigro. You might have heard of them. If not, Google that shit (actually you don't have to, I've linked to each just for you).

The selected photographers will have their images included in a hardbound fine art book and featured in a gallery show celebrating the book release.

Check out the site, and please, pass it on to any up and coming photographers who might be interested.

Pause, to Begin

A place in town

tea for 2

My dream building in Camden has been sold. I'm not sure how long it's been on the market, but I've had the tour and the potential is endless.

I've wistfully fantasized about living, working and creating in this building. The place is gorgeous from the basement to the third floor, but needs love. The kind of love that costs money, and lots of it.

Had I come up with a solid good idea I'd have maybe looked into finding investors, and making a dream come true. A friend and I have been tossing ideas for the future around....

But someone beat me to the punch. I'm nervous about restorations destroying the integrity of the building.

Anyone know the scoop? Drop me one.



The View From Heaven

The view from heaven

Feasting is over.
A clanging of dishes and laughter come from the house on the hill, of mothers and brothers..

There they sit. Quiet. Reflective.
Digesting at the tip of heaven.
Toes dipping.



From the archives

I recently discovered a bunch of video clips from my very first digital camera, circa 2004. These clips pretty much represent my experience at the College of Charleston. Sail, drink, sail, drink.
I went to class once in a while too.

It's fun to revisit the southern living time of my life.


Bigger is better

I'm teaching myself how to use hot rollers by putting them in once a day for a week.

I'm teaching myself how to use hot rollers
Day 2
Did a test run yesterday... but didn't document. But, I will be documenting my progress from now on.

Basically, I just want to have big hair whenever i want.

I need to work on wrapping the ends of my hair onto the rollers.
Practice makes permanent.

Day 3: Hot roller madness
Day 3
Good news: I'm improving.
The mist of hair spray on each strand before rolling does wonders.

Goal: Shirley-fucking-temple curls.

I'm pretty sure that my one week intensive will result in the skillz needed to effortlessly go big whenever the mood strikes me. Don't worry Virginia, I'm not trying to put you out of business, I still need your expertise.

If you miss me I blog on my Tumblr blog 2-3 times a day, too. My most recent post can be found in the side bar, under the quail feed.


oh i jumped on that bandwagon

oh i jumped on that bandwagon

Wanna see some reaaaallly awesome LP Portraits?

Sled Town, Vacationland

I've decided that no matter what I end up doing in my life, I make it a point to hang out with kids, at least once a month. What a blast it is to experience young minds. I'm so lucky.


Takk! Now you know how to say "Thank You" in Norwegian.

Hot Damn!
A few thanks are in order.

First to quick like a bunny Mr. James, for answering my plea for a renewal of my flickr account! You made my friggin day. Really.

Second to my mysterious Canadian friend who got me this book from my Amazon wishlist.

And a third thank you to Bliss, who taught me a very important lesson: If I want something, all I need to do is ask.

Better late than never

Holy shit, four blog posts here in one day!

My Midcoast

I'm starting a new collaborative project with people who live in Midcoast Maine. I'm inviting anyone who has something to say about goings on here, who lives in this neck of the woods to participate.

Check it out, watch it grow: My Midcoast.

If you are interested in contributing words, photos, videos or original music, buzz me an email at mymidcoast@gmail.com.

Curious about collaborative blogging? Check out the Projectionist.

Do you wanna

make my day?
more magic


my hammer

On Christmas, our holiday feast with friends ended with the German custom of Bleigießen. Bleigießen, or lead pouring is an activity similar to reading tea leaves. Each of us heated up a ladle of lead and poured the molten lead into a bucket of cold water.

The shape is then interpreted, and it's meaning (there's a list of shapes and meanings here) predicts what the new year holds.

My first pour resulted in the formation of a hammer. The hammer supposedly means I'll get what I want this year. I'm cool with that.


Happy New Year!

Mark and the primpers

Mark and the Primpers

Click here for more photographs of our Fantackytastic New Years!

Twenty Years

Wedding Picture Richard Bridget 1988

Dates elude me. I never remember birthdays and anniversaries. My mom and Richard's anniversary always creeps up out of nowhere on this second of January (What, ANOTHER event? I'm pretty celebrated out) every year. I almost forgot again this year, except that this year celebrates a landmark anniversary.

Twenty years ago today, I was a flower girl in a very important wedding. The wedding of my mom, Bridget, to my stepfather, Richard.

I didn't appreciate the gesture at the time, but I too received a gold wedding ring. Actually, maybe I did because I remember getting choked up as it was slid on my finger. Or maybe I was just embarrassed to be in front of all those people in the church.

One thing I can be very sure of is that it's been twenty years! Holy smoke time flies when you're mad, glad and involved with family.

Here's to another twenty!

Love you guys.

Qualey Stetson Family Photo

Qualey Stetson Family Photo 2

Qualey Stetson Family Photo 3

I found a more recent family picture! This one is only two or three years old.

One more family photo... slightly more current. only three years old.