Timing

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.

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!"

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.

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!