Monthly Archives: August 2011
Yesterday, From the Seasonally Occupied Territories was viewed 460 times. That’s more than four times the previous daily high. “Land Grab” got 412 views, making it by far the most read story published on this site. It’s attracted some thoughtful … Continue reading
Land Grab
When I launched From the Seasonally Occupied Territories earlier this summer, I hoped that it might eventually become a vehicle for telling other people’s stories as well as my own. On Monday a story fell into my lap. It’s a … Continue reading
Traffic
People fall off their stools laughing when you say “traffic” and “Martha’s Vineyard” in the same sentence. Muwahahahaha, you think you’ve got traffic? You’re nuts. Honey, I know traffic. I lived in D.C. for 11 years, commuting by bicycle for … Continue reading
He’s Coming
Indeed, President Obama will be vacationing on MV later this month. We know this partly because a minor fire at Blue Heron Farm, where the Obamas stay, was covered in the Huffington Post. Trust me, this was not the news … Continue reading
Fear & Loathing in the Garden Patch
I hate fresh fruits and vegetables. What I hate most about fresh vegetables are the deadlines: use me now or I will turn to gelatinous goo in your refrigerator. I’m a freelance editor. I have enough deadlines in my life. … Continue reading
Labor Day is the solution.
Whose Blinker?
The other day I blogged about psychic maps, specifically my psychic map of Martha’s Vineyard. My psychic map features certain places that glow with color because of my experiences there and my feelings for them, but my psychic map isn’t … Continue reading
Roundabout
So last night I attended the Martha’s Vineyard Commission’s public hearing on the discretionary referral of the roundabout project as a DRI (development of regional impact). Got that? Let me chunk it down a bit. A roundabout has been proposed … Continue reading
Bookstores Are Not Sacred Cows
I was a bookseller before I moved to Martha’s Vineyard: book and magazine buyer for Lammas, D.C.’s feminist bookstore. One of the best jobs I ever had. Books are the only thing I can imagine selling in good conscience. Like … Continue reading
STFU
Ennhhh Ennhhh Ennhhh The bleeps come at intervals just long enough that after each one I think they’ve stopped for good. No such luck. Ennhhh Hekate the laptop sits on a lap desk laid across the arms of a small … Continue reading
From the Seasonally Occupied Territories . . . 