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Normally, my loyalties tilt a bit more pink than green, but I’ve known this guy for a few years now, and he’s both capable and committed to the welfare of Maine.

Having myself lived in a part of the country afflicted with economic blight and severe brain drain, I can’t tell you how important Matt’s style of passion and loyalty will be for most of our communities.

In this town…

I think I mentioned that last Sunday, after the completion of the Occlusion retreat, my brother and I dropped off Elisabeth, visited Jessica, and returned to Michigan. We got in a little bit after midnight.

Dear John,

This is the letter you’ve been predicting me writing for awhile.

Your expectation has made you angry.

At first I responded by taking a summer off work to work with you. I did this again. You’ve only gotten angrier.

I don’t do this often. This is worth reading.

http://www.mlive.com/news/fljournal/index.ssf?/base/news-22/1089905245134460.xml

For the record, Saginaw, Pontiac, and Detroit are pretty ghetto too…

~ Connor

Jessica said that the last entry here (the one with all the photos) sounded like a cheesy tour guide.

She’s right: it does.

I don’t know why I fall into clichè so easily. I really enjoy tour guides; they explore regional distinctions that, however obvious and superficial, are often never noticed.

I’m describing this as a political post because it ultimately is, even if I’m also describing my last week.

In the last several years I’ve worked in an oncology clinic in which four doctors visited with dozens of patients each daily, a box office in which the entire database of a sold-out season broke down a week before opening, and as a dishwasher with mafia style management and nightly fights in the parking lot.

It has been…

I’m coming off of the first 50% of the worst assignment I’ve ever held.

This assignment has combined the worst features of my assignment in Gynecologic Oncology (eg. frenzy, stress, overload, despair) with the worst features of my jobs this past summer at Angelos (eg.

I never promised to be much of a webmaster or photographer.

Some of these shots are underexposed, and I scrapped the worst, but my main intention in posting these is to help describe the adventure I had walking the inception of Route 66 on the night of June 23rd.

Evaporation, right?

It’s funny how you have to work for years sometimes to discover what’s been true from day one.

I’m giving up on this novel.

For now at least.

Not for good, I hope.

You see, in order to continue writing after I’ve been pulled away by other commitments for so long, I’ve had to go back an reread the three-hundred pages written in the two years I’d worked on the novel’s second revision.