Don't You Want My Teeth

Salt-encrusted skin, tangled hair, sore legs, soaked clothes, broken necklace: a great dance night. Shawn Saindon plays a great mix of 80's and modern stuff (from the Human League to M.I.A.)

Maybe the world didn't need a close-up of this guy's teeth. Great song, though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPudE8nDog0

and then i remembered i wasn't in Portland

I saw what I thought was the most hilarious bumper sticker in Bath the other day: "Thank you, George Bush, for protecting our country."

Oh.

Vacation plans fo Vacationland

Things I plan to do next week:
-be a beach bum DONE
-buy some pretty lingerie DONE
-go to Old Orchard beach or Canobie Lake and ride the rides SCHEDULED
-get a new cowgirl hat
-go camping
-swim in a lake or river DONE
-loiter at Arabica and the Hilltop
-ride my bike all over the place ON-GOING
-play some guitar
-work in my garden DONE
-throw a baseball
-play lawn games
-hike a mountain DONE
-look for gems
-get a fabulous haircut from Kate at Head Games
-watch barnacles eat
-search for starfish
-nap in a meadow
-finish my book
-eat pancakes DONE
-have a campfire and s'mores
-make a ridiculously amazing meal DONE
-start a new craft project
-bake a pie PLANNED
-drink lots of beer and vacationy-drinks, too ON-GOING

Who's in?

Portland, how I love you

Two best things I've seen lately:

1. Tin foil guy in a suit, sans tin foil, looking for the speed-dating at the Empire.
2. Pigeon guy, looking as if he's experiencing the rapture as about 6 pigeons land on him while biking on Congress.

Sullen child

This is a repeat from my FB status that's absolutely worth repeating:
Saw this note taped to a first grader's shirt today:

Don tok
tome
rit nao.

It's not scientifically proven, but

women with glasses have a definite disadvantage when it comes to shaving legs.

Walk Along Casco Bay, Jan.

Bay: Pantone PMS 300
Staghorn sumac berries against the water: Pantone PMS 186

Rugged, determined stubs of apple tree twigs make me think of penguins huddled together in winter, or the lone horse standing still in a bleak field peering out only through eyelashes of tight-pressed lids: "I will get through this."

Bright sun.

A cloud of government-check-cigarette smoke from the chain smoker in the wheelchair at the edge of the beach. Baked beans. Diesel fuel, plowing the last edges of the trail. A bufflehead dips into the blue paint.

resolutions

1. To play more games. People keep snickering when I say this. Games bring joy into my life, why should I not want to play more? Cribbage, backgammon, euchre, Shanghai rummy--all good times. Played scrabble on Jan. 3. Need some stiff competition, if anyone wants to lend themselves.

2. To learn to bake homemade bread very well. I got a good start on Jan. 2 making homemade sunflower bagels. They were very good, chewy on the inside, crunchy outside, if a bit on the thin side. Oh, and dropping them in the oven onto the hot coils kinda blew.

3. To get new baking pans that I don't drop.

4. To organize my craft area and use up most of the old stuff.

5. To overcome my songwriting block. The first step is recording what I've already written!