Bill McKibben, in his devastating 1989 book The End of Nature, noted wryly: The greenhouse effect is a more apt name than those who coined it imagined. The carbon dioxide and trace gases act like panes of glass on a greenhouse — the analogy is accurate. But it’s more than that. We have built a [...]
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Weeds, part 2
Posted in Down East, Garden on 19 January 2009 | 1 Comment »
Prison workshop villanelle
Posted in Down East, Maine, The possibility of art on 19 January 2009 | Leave a Comment »
“Doing Time” by Betsy Scholl: They call me Babe and make a kissing noise from inside their bars and inside their rage. Most of them are men, though they act like boys who’ve played too hard and broken all their toys. Now they’re trying to break their metal cage. They yell out Babe, make that [...]
Hullaballoo over Bald Rock
Posted in Down East, Lincolnville, Maine on 19 January 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Not far from my back door, somebody wants to build a cell-phone tower. The plan got whacked down (twice) by the Lincolnville town planning board, but then the board of appeals — voting 2 to 1 — reversed that decision and green-lighted the project. En passant, the chairman expressed his personal view that tower opponents [...]
Winter tunage
Posted in Art of the possible, Down East, Music on 18 January 2009 | Leave a Comment »
A friend in Alabama writes: uhm … the high in maine today was below zero … how on EARTH do you deal with that? Well, obviously — you stay inside and listen to music. Spouse, a genre-shifting combo of flexible lineup centered around José Ayerve of Brunswick, surfaced lately on an implausibly good compilation called [...]
Art break
Posted in Down East, Lincolnville, The possibility of art on 17 January 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Seasonal relief from my neighbor Chris Polson.
Live-blogging Maine
Posted in Down East, Life, Smithy of the soul, tagged Maine, science fiction, washington dc, writing on 17 January 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the in-floor radiant heating is so delightful (when it works), and since we’ve no place to go, Lincolnville Beach having rolled up like an Italian infantry division, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. That’s the last you’ll hear from me about the weather. Except insofar [...]
