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Let's look at the facts. We cannot afford to allow this to happen again.

Wielding the scare tactics of "tax increases" and social issues to assert the philosophy that unregulated markets not only feed individual greed but somehow benefit everyone, </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/406076616/policy-and-philosophy-matter-to-our.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/406076616" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/09/policy-and-philosophy-matter-to-our.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-8348813157967474812</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-24T10:42:07.156-04:00</atom:updated><title>Coming Soon: Shakespeare Of, By, and For the People--Again!</title><atom:summary /><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/344721683/coming-soon-shakespeare-of-by-and-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/344721683" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/07/coming-soon-shakespeare-of-by-and-for.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-3002546592184647360</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-24T10:41:14.624-04:00</atom:updated><title>Second Line Parade: A Culture of Philanthropy</title><atom:summary>This Sunday, as part of our 8th annual Deer Isle Jazz Festival with its special, expanded focus on New Orleans, we are hosting a traditional "second line" parade through downtown Stonington, along our working waterfront.

New Orleans' "second lines"--the dancers and celebrants who followed the mourners and brass bands in traditional New Orleans' funeral parades--are themselves the creatures of an</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/344660073/second-line-parade-culture-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/344660073" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/07/second-line-parade-culture-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-5345688178189380480</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-24T10:19:59.162-04:00</atom:updated><title>Art, Entertainment, and Outrage</title><atom:summary>All during this bright and shiny summer of recession and war, careening toward presidential conventions, I've been wondering: where is the outrage?

Then I saw the new Pixar/Disney, G rated animated film WALL-E.

And there was the outrage, packaged into a little trash compacting robot on a planet ruined by overconsuming humans and displayed for the eyes of the world, and especially children, to </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/344629072/art-entertainment-and-outrage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/SIiJdN9HJmI/AAAAAAAAAHk/LW_rY9mPqP0/s72-c/wall-e-poster1-big.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/344629072" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/07/art-entertainment-and-outrage.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-8609910299473196609</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-12T15:17:08.727-04:00</atom:updated><title>People Conservation</title><atom:summary>We’re all familiar with conservation: more people are trying to conserve energy and other natural resources; we work to conserve our fisheries and other wild species; we conserve land and the environment. Yet rarely do we apply the idea of conservation to people; and it’s critical to our island community that we do.
The appearance of Martha’s Vineyard-based small business entrepreneur and author </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/288894872/people-conservation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/288894872" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/05/people-conservation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-3116548681351637679</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 11:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T07:29:36.300-04:00</atom:updated><title>A Nation at Risk, Take 2</title><atom:summary>This morning's New York Times carried the following Op Ed recognizing the upcoming 25th anniversary of the report "A Nation at Risk," which raised the first alarms about American public education and is often cited as the catalyst for modern school reform movements.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/04/25/opinion/25fiske.html?ex=1366862400&amp;en=93f25ee7b6823d99&amp;ei=5124&amp;partner=permalink&amp;exprod=permalink</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/277567088/nation-at-risk-take-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/277567088" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/04/nation-at-risk-take-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-5285802837902590366</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-10T08:20:32.118-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Eternal Optimism of Economic Development</title><atom:summary>Economic development requires three things: vision, optimism, and a will for change.

By its nature, economic development--creating new opportunities for people--is about shifting life perceptions and expectations from where they have lived their whole life to a new vision for how they might succeed.

In Maine, economic development often looks like the paper mill worker agreeing to learn new </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/267675574/eternal-optimism-of-economic.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/267675574" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/04/eternal-optimism-of-economic.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-5098573550646808074</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-04T20:50:55.541-05:00</atom:updated><title>Our Contributions to the Human Spirit</title><atom:summary>One of the great and awe-inspiring things about participating in the national Kennedy Center Partners in Education program is the constant motivation provided by the venue--and its raison d'etre--itself. The Center is the national memorial to President John F. Kennedy; and neither before nor in the 40+ years since his death have we had a President as committed to the ideals of art and creativity </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/245838319/our-contributions-to-human-spirit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/245838319" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-contributions-to-human-spirit.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-8373881774168428858</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-01T09:42:51.015-05:00</atom:updated><title>Tears for Art</title><atom:summary>Twice this week I have been moved to tears by overwhelming experiences of art.

The photo above is from the National Symphony Orcestra in the Concert Hall at the Kennedy Center. As part of our annual meeting, we were treated to tickets of them performing with the multi-genre group, Pink Martini. We were seated, as you can see from this photo, in the front row--closer than I've been in all my </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/243887644/tears-for-art.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R8lpzY-1CNI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NaLT42xi7ck/s72-c/national+symphony+orchestra.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/243887644" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/03/tears-for-art.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-1577522448102341746</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 11:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T06:57:50.192-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Market Demand for Emotional Intelligence</title><atom:summary>I am privileged to be in Washington, D.C. this week, at the annual meeting for the Kennedy Center Partners in Education Program in which we and our local school district participate together.

We flew out of Bangor just under another snow storm: an "icy mix" was falling as we sat at the jetway, and soon they hosed us down with the alien green goop that they say de-ice the wings. Despite the </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/242674170/market-demand-for-emotional.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R8adtDMgorI/AAAAAAAAAG0/MEDyay5kJzM/s72-c/kennedy-center-ga.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/242674170" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/02/market-demand-for-emotional.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-3660585570239350006</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-23T13:57:55.118-05:00</atom:updated><title>On Suffering, Part II: Release</title><atom:summary>On Wednesday, I posted a piece using the horrible condition of our winter roads as an analogy for a discourse on suffering . . . on Thursday, I was vaulting down the back steps of the Opera House, having completed a school vacation matinee showing of "Alvin and the Chipmunks" for 36 children under 3 feet tall, and their accompanying eight adults, when three--yes, three--giant Maine DOT trucks </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240060539/on-suffering-part-ii-release.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240060539" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-suffering-part-ii-release.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-7113765959696677256</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-20T09:08:08.818-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">god</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">suffering</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">economic development</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christianity</category><title>On Suffering, or Winter Roads</title><atom:summary>Yesterday, I could smell daffodils in the sun, I could close my eyes and see and feel Easter approaching. I know it's out there, even if daffodils don't bloom in Maine until late April and the prints of crow wings grace the snow.

The wind is still cold enough to wear full winter gear: ski jacket, hat, gloves. It was blowing hard from the west and, while walking the dogs along the cove, it caused</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038412/on-suffering-or-winter-roads.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R7wMDTMgoqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Q_zztqFNbyg/s72-c/crow+print+close+up.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038412" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/02/on-suffering-or-winter-roads.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-6047310300112294281</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 10:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-19T05:34:26.139-05:00</atom:updated><title>40 Days</title><atom:summary>Lent is actually quite an interesting period; or it could be, if it were once again more broadly observed. Think of the potential impact on American foreign policy alone of the parable of Jesus spending 40 days in the desert, reflecting on sin and fighting temptation; and its corollary of christians reflecting on and asking forgiveness for our sins, and focusing on acts of kindness for others. </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038413/40-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R7qtODMgopI/AAAAAAAAAGk/eZHBERpr4IU/s72-c/the+tree+closeup.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038413" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/02/40-days.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-1631306622554307248</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-18T19:52:47.428-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bored Dumb</title><atom:summary>It's Lent and I've given up alchohol (again). It is viciously icy here day after day, and Judith has just fallen on the lovely, coated shore (as pictured) for the fourth time this winter.

No wonder I am getting cranked up to be in "Post Valentine's Day, February Rant Mode," and being told by friends they are "bored"--a word used all too frequently in my neck of the winter woods--is just the </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038414/bored-dumb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R7ohFjMgooI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WT7eIaTPLbU/s72-c/rocks+and+ice+better.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038414" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/02/bored-dumb.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-9212840048626670406</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 19:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-03T14:58:05.687-05:00</atom:updated><title>Winners and Losers</title><atom:summary>Today our home team, the New England Patriots, are poised to win their fourth Super Bowl in five years.

Our Boston Red Sox, after not having won a World Series since 1903, won their first World Series in 2004 and won again in 2007.

Meanwhile, the Celtics, a great basketball team when I was growing up but one that's been in the doldrums for nearly 20 years, have lost only eight games this season</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038415/winners-and-losers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R6Yb70aTUOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dkntrENcysQ/s72-c/patriots.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038415" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/02/winners-and-losers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-2007014144199160846</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-29T13:08:12.357-05:00</atom:updated><title>Bi-Partisan? Bi-Something: is it nature or nurture?</title><atom:summary>As caucus day finally reaches us here in Maine (Sunday, February 10), it's impossible not to dwell on, well, partisanship. After all, the very nature of the caucuses is that there are Democratic and Republican events and choices.

I've had a couple of chances lately to experience and then to muse on the differences between local Democrats and Republicans, and, try as I might, I can't seem to </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038416/bi-partisan-bi-something-is-it-nature.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R59gskaTUNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/956lxFMxq60/s72-c/Dec+04+winter+apples+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038416" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/01/bi-partisan-bi-something-is-it-nature.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-7192844905336288996</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-25T07:35:22.711-05:00</atom:updated><title>Running on Fumes</title><atom:summary>Late yesterday afternoon, as I was racing up island from the theater to the school, I noticed it was nearly 4:30 (meaning I was half an hour late already for the meeting of the school technology committee meeting, which I was attending)--and I noticed my truck's gas gauge indicated I had zero gas.

I was, as is so often the case and in so many ways, running on fumes.

I slowed down (good for </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038417/running-on-fumes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038417" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/01/running-on-fumes.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-5073412325308220054</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-23T11:03:02.140-05:00</atom:updated><title>Laramie Revisited</title><atom:summary>Last night I was in the theater alone. On the stage, on a ladder, paint can in my hand, painting a set piece for tonight's student performance of "The Laramie Project."

To be precise: I am painting the X-shaped fence on which Matthew Shephard was left to die.

There is something great about working alone on a stage set, at night, after rehearsal and the work day is over. The presence of what is </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038418/laramie-revisited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R5diDUaTUMI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t0zZIvUuB-M/s72-c/Vedawoo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038418" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/01/laramie-revisited.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-5519569351333400578</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-21T10:54:04.884-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">community</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christianity</category><title>Communion</title><atom:summary>As those of you who've followed my published work know, today--the public holiday in recognition of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s, birthday--is my favorite of all holidays. That's because this is our only national holiday which supports a subordinate and seemingly fading spirit underpinning our Constitution: our desire not only for the pursuit of individual liberty; but also our desire for </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038419/communion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038419" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/01/communion.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-2126344253181144655</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 12:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-16T07:37:58.050-05:00</atom:updated><title>Local Control, Local Control, Local Control</title><atom:summary>That's right: if you say it repeatedly, like a mantra, its meaninglessness becomes apparent.

"Local control," alongside projecting what taxpayers will not pay, is the biggest club used to bludgeon a consistent process of educational improvement out of our schools. And at this juncture, in citing the real issue again--the need for a sound process of consistent, continual, educational improvement </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038420/local-control-local-control-local.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R435BOEwR7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/M4T3M86XOPw/s72-c/Jack+and+Tosca+snowy+portrait.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038420" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/01/local-control-local-control-local.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-6044806202625198235</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-14T18:33:25.152-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school boards</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">education</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">consolidation</category><title>Wanted: Doll for School Board</title><atom:summary>The biggest laughs and most audience interaction during this weekend's screening of the movie Lars and the Real Girl at the Opera House came when it was noted that Lars's girlfriend--a life-size, anatomically correct blow up doll named Bianca, whom Lars ordered from the internet--had been elected to the school board in his far northern, tiny rural community.

"We need to get us one of those!" </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038421/wanted-doll-for-school-board.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R4vrG-EwR6I/AAAAAAAAAF0/VVSqYCZiMg4/s72-c/LarsAndTheRealGirlMoviePoster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038421" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2008/01/wanted-doll-for-school-board.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-9040201948661676905</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-20T10:07:33.438-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">global warming</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Maine</category><title>The Perfect Winter Storm</title><atom:summary>Our local daily newspaper, the Bangor Daily News, is very good, and its editorial and op ed pages, in particular, are the best kind of this genre: a source of never ending conversation and infuriation. 

Last week, in the midst of our second major snow and ice storm of the not-quite-here-yet winter, columnist Kent Ward from up in the County decided to use some newsprint inches by pooh-poohing, </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038422/perfect-winter-storm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R2p-qeEwR5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/agut8OwtGJs/s72-c/winter+dec+2007+by+Bob+Harris.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038422" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfect-winter-storm.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-5655280216213255336</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 21:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-08T16:26:08.332-05:00</atom:updated><title>There's No House like the Opera House</title><atom:summary> Just in time for the holidays, and travelling with a snow and ice storm since Ohama, we've arrived home to our island and Opera House. From my office window at dusk on Saturday afternoon, I can watch the Island Fisherman's Wives in the parking lot on the commericial fish pier, pouring punch and welcoming Santa Claus and excited families. Behind them, the tiny Isle au Haut ferry, green port </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038423/theres-no-house-like-opera-house.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R1sHNLtjXgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/g3SEwqCptSs/s72-c/Inushkuk+at+Opera+House.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038423" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-no-house-like-opera-house.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-5149897779196151523</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-08T16:04:46.659-05:00</atom:updated><title>Power to the People</title><atom:summary>Here is Inushkuk, sitting atop the binocular stand, viewing Niagara Falls on a cold December day. I had not been to Niagara Falls since I was a kid, on a family trip that included both grandmothers; and the only others there with us this past week were a group of Tibetan Buddhist monks, smoking and taking pictures.

The power of the Niagara River is stunning, as is the geological history that </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038424/power-to-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R1sBMLtjXdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oCe42Bdfu9A/s72-c/Inushkuk+at+Niagara.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038424" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/power-to-people.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3110096575059586398.post-1105212375452557921</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-04T09:15:55.537-05:00</atom:updated><title>Reading Neruda en route to Detroit</title><atom:summary> It’s cold and blustery, but thankfully not snowing, and we are zipping past the steaming steel mills of Gary, Indiana on route to Detroit—and ultimately, tonight, to Niagara Falls. The madness of steam and wires, tracks and trucks that envelopes the south end of Lake Michigan, is somehow very cheery: we’re still manufacturing steel here! This place is still a working, industrial zone! The mess </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~3/240038425/reading-neruda-en-route-to-detroit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9ME4yzn9mu8/R1VgV5MA8XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zzYusO7Zpp8/s72-c/Trip+Day+32-33+013.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IsleStorm/~4/240038425" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://islestormaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/reading-neruda-en-route-to-detroit.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
