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The Way Life “Should” Be

I’m disappointed but not really surprised that the voters in Maine rejected the same-sex marriage legislation that squeaked through their legislature earlier this year.

The political divide in Maine generally boils down to Portland vs. The Rest Of The State. The population of the Portland metropolitan area is 230,000, which is more than 20% of the population of the entire state. With a large contingent of “Getaways” from other Northeastern cities, college-age young adults, and people with higher levels of education, Portland is like a border outpost for Boston, while the rest of the state makes the cast of Hee Haw look like Oxford-educated gentlemen and ladies. The ME-1 Congressional district almost always has a True Blue Democrat in the seat, and Obama handily won the state last year. Portland et environs is also the locus of the gay community (as it is for every other minority community that exists in Maine).

A lot of outside national political groups were involved in this referendum; I got a lot of e-mail from the assorted liberal groups about it. I donated some money to the effort, but I drew the line at the request to actually GO to Maine to pump up headcount at rallies — helping to keep the campaign afloat is one thing, but I don’t think it’s Kosher to pretend to be a local for the sake of any political campaign. At the end of the day, though, I think what pushwd the final number was the effort from the Catholic Church, which holds a lot of political sway in Maine. Without the Catholics, the “Yes” group would have just been the usual collection of hate-mongers and fundie freaks, but the church lent legitimacy as well as tangible support.

Once again, for my money, that really underscores the bigger idea that there ought to be a much clearer division between church and state when it comes to marriage. If the Catholics (or any other religious group) don’t approve of same-sex marriage, then let them keep it out of their own church and stop interfering with the rights of people who don’t belong to their church. Marriage as a religious rite can indeed be restricted to whatever prescriptions any particular religious organization wished to impose on its membership. Marriage as a civil institution should be equally available to all without discrimination.

At this point in time, after four and a half years of legal same-sex marriage here in Massachusetts, it’s pretty clear that every single argument against same-sex marriage is bullshit used to cover up basic bigotry and homophobia — the “foundation of society” hasn’t been harmed in any way, people aren’t marrying dogs, and so on. It’s also clear that general public opinion continues to move away from moralistic bigotry but that opposition from the Catholic Church, or, as was the case with Prop 8 in California last year, the Mormon Church, still carries enough weight to work against this basic issue of equal rights for all. It’s a shame that groups which lay claim to “compassion” and “tolerance” still champion the very opposite.

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Your Daily Moment of Zen

For Mother’s Day, Charlotte and I drove up to Maine to spend the afternoon with my mother (Bridget was not feeling well and begged off). As we left Massachusetts, it was a very pleasant and sunny, if somewhat breezy, morning, but by the time we reached Portsmouth the skies were already overcast. As we reached Portland, scattered rain drops turned into a steadier drizzle, and at the well-known dividing line in Gray, where the coastal air gives way to the colder inland air, the rain was quite persistent.

Our plan for the day had been to take my mother to Freeport for lunch and a little shopping, but that seemed a lot less appealing that it had at home, so we stayed right where we were. Which is probably just as well when you watch the video clip I have for you. The clip comes from TV station WMTW, located in my hometown, and starts out as a quiet and peaceful scene of a rainy spring afternoon on one of the two-lane highways that take visitors to Freeport. It does not end that way.

Behold the might workings of the gentle rain.

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Three Down, Three To Go

The breaking news of the afternoon is that Governor John Baldacci of Maine signed the bill legalizing same-sex marriages in that state only one hour after the bill came to his desk today. Yesterday, the Maine House of Representatives passed the bill by a vote of 89-57, but it was unclear if Baldacci would sign it, since he has expressed opposition to similar legislation in the past. The expectation was that he would leave the bill unsigned and let it take force of law on its own, rather than indicate his personal support.

His comments at the signing acknowledge the strong likelihood that opponents of the measure, which include the Roman Catholic Church (as usual) and a group called the Maine Family Policy Council (you typical fundie freakshow fascist crowd), would be able to generate enough signatures to send the law to referendum in November. Maine laws allows any legislation to be overturned by a simple majority of voters in a statewide election. In the past, Mainers have used this “people’s veto” to overturn other legislation.

Popular opinion in Maine is pretty equally divided about gay marriage — 50% against, 47% for, 3% undecided — so there’s no guarantee that sending the law to referendum will overturn it, but Maine is the third New England state to legalize gay marriage and the fourth in the United States. Vermont will legalize same-sex marriage when a state supreme court decision goes into effect in September, and New Hampshire is very close to passing a bill as well, so it is possible that by November, five of the six New England states will have legal same-sex marriages (Rhode Island will likely not pass any bill until after the 2010 election). That could have a lot of impact on the outcome of a “people’s veto” in a state that has been on a liberal trend for the last few years.

It’s worth noting that here in Massachusetts we are coming up on the fifth anniversary of legalizing same-sex marriages, and so far there have been no reported meltdowns of anyone’s heterosexual marriage as a result, no people trying to marry monkeys, dogs, or turtles, and no widespread round-up of small children to be taken to gay re-education camps. If the Christians don’t want to allow same-sex couples to marry within their churches, that’s their business, but their bigotry and inhumanity does not belong in public law.

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If They Ain’t Got It, You Don’t Need It

Everything you need to know about Maine can be summed up by this picture:

That’s the actual sign in front of Hussey’s General Store in Windsor, Maine, about 45 miles northeast of my home town, and just a few miles west of Augusta. Sums up life in Central Maine pretty damn well, except maybe for the Oxycontin and the Allen’s Coffee Brandy.

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Or Are You Just Glad To See Me?

Starting this week, the State of New York has begun to issue driver’s licenses with RFID chips embedded in them. For the moment, the one “enhancement” that the licenses offer is to allow anyone who has one to cross the border into Canada, Mexico, Bermuda, and some other Caribbean islands without a U.S. passport. The present system apparently does not contain any personal information about you, merely a code that can be read by a border crossing guard that verifies you as a U.S. citizen. We are officially on the slippery slope to RealID now, but I guess we’ll just have to deal with the practical aspects first, namely keeping your RFID-equipped tracking devices “enhanced ID” from being swiped.

This company in Standish, Maine makes and sells a handsome wallet they call the “Rogue Wallet”, and they now offer a model that has built-in RFID shielding. I would expect that within a couple of years, pretty much every wallet maker in the world will be pumping out wallets with RFID shielding, but their wallet has a few other nifty features: it’s designed to go in your front pocket, which is a traditional deterrent from pickpocketers (not a big problem in this country, but travellers should know that pickpocketing is rampant in many other countries). It’s also significantly slimmer than a regular wallet, even when you load it up with a pile of plastic cards. That should help to avoid having to explain the bulge in your front pocket to everyone. Plus, for their non-shielded models they have a wide range of styles, including an animal-free version for the vegan crowd, and an alligator-skin version for the die-hard carnivore crowd. The RFID-shielded model is more expensive than their standard models, but not out of line for a nice wallet.

Washington, Vermont, Arizona, Michigan, Texas ands California all have some sort of program in the works to issue RFID-enabled driver’s licenses. Ironically enough in this context, Maine is one of the states that has refused to go along with RealID, so Mainers don’t need to rush right out and buy these wallets, unless they have other RFID-enhanced cards (several credit card companies are issuing RFID credit cards already). Whether it’s your driver’s license, your credit card, or even just one of those security cards you need to get in and out of an office building, the days of carting around a whole stack of RFID-enabled cards is here, so don’t dally on keeping them safe from would-be sniffers.

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News From Home

Like a lot of other mostly-rural states, Maine is crammed to the gills with religious nutjobs. You can’t swing a dead cat without hitting some Jesus freak, even in the bigger towns, like the one where I grew up. I attribute it to a mixture of generational poverty, rural suspicion of education, a higher-than-usual percentage of inbreeding, and too much Allen’s Coffee Brandy. And that doesn’t even include the Catholics!

But I digress. This post at BoingBoing pulls together a bunch of links about a resident of Lewiston named JoAn Karkos, who decided that it was her God-given prerogative to remove a book she didn’t like from the public libraries in both Lewiston and Auburn by checking them out and not returning them. The book — It’s Perfectly Normal: Changing Bodies, Growing Up, Sex, and Sexual Health — offended her Christian sensibilities because it had nekkid pitchers in it and talked about homos. And we all know Jesus HATES the homos.

Last week, she even had to go to court and risk jail time, but at the last minute the Lewiston City Manager stepped in and said that the city would not file the papers necessary to prosecute her for contempt of court.. How’s that for savvy political maneuvering, eh? If Sarah Palin doesn’t work out, maybe McCain can draft him — he certainly has more experience.

That last link has several links to earlier stories about the Cranky Old Lady and the Naughty Book if you’re interested. In the end, she got to keep the books, and the two libraries just bought new copies, so I guess everyone is happy.

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We All Scream

Via Serious Eats, here’s a post from Road Food Digest about the best ice cream in New England. Three of their regular contributors trekked to 50 places that sell their own ice cream all over the six New England states and rated each and every one using vanilla ice cream with hot fudge sauce as their standard for judging.

Four of the fifty rated stands received perfect five-star scores: Tubby’s in Wayne, ME; Herrell’s in Allston, MA; Sundae School in Dennisport, MA; and Shaw’s Ridge Farm in Sanford, ME. The two Massachusetts locations are actually multiple-store local chains (Herrell’s, for example, is also in Cambridge and Northampton, MA), so it’s probably safe to say any of the locations you might visit would have the same quality products. The two Maine stores are single locations.

I have to say that I have never been to any of these four places, not even Herrell’s. They seem to be the most enthusiastic about Tubby’s, which is in one of the little towns around Augusta. It has only been open for a few years, so it lacks the sort of legendary reputation that some of the other places on the full list merit, but if the ice cream is as good as they say, I would be willing to make the trip on some future visit to Maine. We try to make at least one stop every year at Hodgman’s Frozen Custard in New Gloucester, which is a lot closer to my old stomping grounds than Wayne, and they would probably have made this list as well except for the critical distinction between frozen custard and ice cream (namely, the use of eggs in the custard base).

(My friend Jo spends time at a summer cottage in that neck of the woods in Maine, so I’m hoping she might be able to chime in with a first-hand account of Tubby’s…or maybe she can plan a visit there to tell us about it.)

Obviously, I need to check out Herrell’s, which is smack in the middle of Harvard Square, and for which I have no excuse for never having visited. All I can say in my defense is that we’re usually not looking for ice cream when we’re in Harvard Square, so I’ve just never bothered.

Sanford, Maine is also a little out of our usual beaten path, but I’m sure we can get there as well. I’ve only ever been to Cape Cod once and didn’t particularly enjoy the experience, so it’s fairly unlikely we’ll go out of our way to go to Dennisport for ice cream. I’ll just take their word for it.

There are quite a few places that got three or four stars that we are well-acquainted with: Brown’s in York Beach, ME, Bedford Farms in Bedford, MA, Kimball Farms in Westford, MA, Lizzy’s in Waltham, MA, and so on. Those are some truly outstanding ice cream stands, too, so these top four must really border on the incredible to garner five stars.

The one thing I will say about all of these places is that they give you just too darn much ice cream. True, you do pay a premium price and there is something to be said about getting your money’s worth, but I have found that if I order anything bigger than a kiddie cone at a place like Bedford Farms or Richardson’s, it’s more than I can eat. And believe me, I am a serious ice cream person. But nobody needs to eat an entire pint of ice cream in one sitting, which is about what you get on a “regular” cone.

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News From Home

ZORBs are giant inflated balls that you climb into and then roll around in like oversized hamsters on a holiday.

They were invented by the above-linked company in New Zealand and were first used there as a tourist attraction, but over the past couple of years have been turning up all over the world as a way to help separate tourists from their money. The first time I ever saw one was on an episode of “The Amazing Race” a couple of years ago when the race took the contestants to New Zealand; it looks like it could be fun, or it could be a good way to hurt yourself.

Well, guess what.

Last week, a reported from my hometown newspaper, the Lewiston Sun-Journal, climbed into a Zorb at the little ski area in my town, Lost Valley. Lost Valley is small potatoes compared to the big corporate ski resorts in Maine, and, like a lot of small independent ski areas, they spend a lot of time looking for ways to keep people coming once ski season is over. They were all set to roll out (pardon the pun) the Zorb as a new attraction to go along with their paintball course. The reporter would write some puff piece to help promote the new attraction, talking about her experience inside one. And then she promptly broke her back.

She was able to get up, walk away, and drive back to the office, but apparently her injuries were a lot worse than she originally thought. And now, instead of that puff piece to bring in all the locals, Lost Valley has a great big story in the paper about the accident , and instead of opening the ride to the public to make money, they’ve got to do a complete safety evaluation AND pray that the bad PR doesn’t mean they wasted all that money on a giant hamster ball no one in their right mind would get inside.

On the other hand, I hear paintball is fun.

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Beauty And The Beak (And Other Animal News)

Remember the video about Beauty the Eagle, who’d had her beak shot off?

Here she is with her beak prosthesis in place:

He Doesn't Look Jewish

Jews around the world can rejoice now that rabbinical authorities in Israel have officially decreed that giraffes are kosher. It’s a little late now if you were looking for something special to serve for a traditional Shavout feast, but maybe you can get a nice giraffe brisket for the High Holidays this year.

Harry the Hunter

Our cat Harry is off to a roaring start for his 2008 hunting season. He’s already bagged two moles and two chipmunks, and it’s still early yet. I don’t know if he’ll score another full-grown squirrel like last year, but he’s on a pace to deverminize the entire neighborhood by Independence Day. Meanwhile, the people at MAKE:blog had a couple of must-have cat-related DIY projects to talk about recently: first is this electronic controller that will turn your bathroom faucet into a kitty fountain (check out the video of this gadget in action), and second is this RFID-controlled cat flap that works with those subcutaneously-embeddedd pet RFID identity tags. It only opens for the pets it recognizes, meaning that rodents and other critters like raccoons and skunks can’t get into your house. Harry and Maynard are both big fans of drinking from the sink, so I think the faucet controller is a must for us, and at this time of year it would be awfully nice to let the boys come and go as they please.

Cheetah

On Charlotte’s birthday I briefly mentioned that she did a big report on cheetahs for school. It was really quite an elaborate project considering that these were first-graders. They had a choice of making a poster board or a diorama, and Charlotte chose the poster board. She read five or six books about cheetahs (reading-level-appropriate, of course) to do her research, downloaded pictures from the Internet (which Bridget printed at CVS on photo paper so they looked like real photos), watched some YouTube videos about cheetahs, and then did a presentation in front of her whole class about what she learned. When I was in first grade, I painted a rock. Shows you how times have changed.

Anyway, my reason for bringing this up is to link to this blog post at tingilinde about how the limits of human running speed may have been reached due to the way our muscles work. Steve Crandall found some relevant studies about cheetah musculature vs. human musculature that explains why the cheetah can go from 0 to 60 in just a couple of seconds but a human can’t. I think this would have been a bit too technical for Charlotte’s report, but it’s interesting none the less.

Never bring a gun to a lobster knife fight

And lastly, the Bangor Daily News reports that PETA has petitioned the commissioners of Somerset County, Maine to turn the old Skowhegan Jail into an “Empathy Center” for lobsters. The prison is the “perfect setting”, says the petition, to demonstrate the cruelty shown to lobsters who are kept in overcrowded restaurant tanks and then boiled alive.

PETA envisions an interactive environment where visitors are caught in inescapable traps, have their hands immobilized with huge rubber bands, then thrown into filthy, overcrowded holding tanks, and kept there for an hour. No word about boiling the tourists alive, though many a Mainer has wished for just exactly that every summer for decades. Drawn butter would be extra, of course.

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But Could She Shoot Frickin’ Lasers Out Of Her Eyes?

A favorite book of mine is Laurel Thatcher Ulrich’s “A Midwife’s Tale”, which is a historical account of the daily life of a colonial frontier woman named Martha Ballard, who lived with her family in the woods of central Maine, near the banks of the Kennebec River in what today is the state’s capital city, Augusta. The book came out in 1991, and I probably read it sometime around 1994, or whenever it first came out in paperback, but it has been a popular book since its initial publishing — I recently saw it in a bookstore as an Employee Pick.

Not long after I read the book, there was a film made based on the book. It’s a quasi-documentary in that it’s a combination of dramatized scenes featuring actors portraying the Ballard family in recreations of the book’s events and some footage of the author, who was then a professor of history at the University of New Hampshire (and now teaches at Harvard). The film was originally shown as an episode of the PBS television series “American Experience”. It’s interesting and does a reasonably good job of conveying the feeling of what a colonial frontier family would have experienced.

Recently, local historian J.L. Bell had a post at his blog about attending a symposium about “history and memory”, and the subject of Ulrich’s book and the film was part of the discussion (indeed, Dr. Ulrich was in attendance at the event). In the course of the discussion, Ulrich said that she had been very concerned that the filmmakers would turn Martha Ballard into too much of a traditional narrative hero in the process of narrating the story. She was so concerned, she said, that she nearly walked off the production, but in the end the producers were very accommodating of her wishes. Bell told the group that he thought that the filmmakers had actually turned Ulrich into the narrative hero of the film, as the story of Ulrich’s academic legwork unfolds the story of Martha Ballard’s life in a way that is more explicit that its treatment in the book. You can read quite a bit about the production process of the film and some of these very issues as seen from the perspective of the director and the producer at this website.

I was reminded of all this yesterday when I found myself checking out Suburban Hippie, a blog by a woman named Gretchen Crumpacker, who seems to be one of the regulars over at Going Like Sixty. She recently read “A Midwife’s Tale” herself and had been inspired to start a weather blog (a central point of the book is that Martha Ballard kept meticulous weather records in her personal diary for years and years). Poor Gretchen discovered that the weather in Southern California isn’t quite as variable as it is here in New England, so the results are somewhat less than compelling. But the rest of her blog looks like a worthwhile read. Plus there’s an awesome picture of a stinkbug. So I added her to my RSS feed and will follow along. Who knows, maybe some future historian will discover her blog and make a movie about her.

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