Onshore Flow

Fastest summer on record as the fog's in and June Gloom decided it was a day late and - well you know. That, and Shelley, are reminding me it's been too long since I took in this same ocean from a higher, colder place, wading through sharp grass, breathing through down, looking but not finding a stretch of water that was not white.

Pride Of Ownership

Washed a year and two months worth of bird doo off the mailbox today, which is precisely how long my husband and I have lived in our first mortgaged, non-shoebox apartment home.

It's A Superb Day

It's one of those days when you should live here and I should get outside, fast. Especially because I've already read this month's column from Justice Bedsworth, in which statutory construction meets apparel deconstruction through the arrest of two collegiate dryads who did their part for local morale by scampering through the streets of Orono, Maine without their backpacks. "Apparently, no search was conducted." Cross-reference (or cross-undress): U.C. Berkeley's Naked Guy.

Random Saturday Thoughts

If this is the class, you're the curriculum. [Via Dave Winer]

If Howard Bashman had a brother and the brothers had a blog (like Eugene, Sasha and now pal Juan), they'd be, of course, The Bash Brothers.