¡Viva la Revolución!

"When patience has begotten false estimates of its motives, when wrongs are pressed because it is believed they will be borne, resistance becomes morality." --Thomas Jefferson to M. deStael, 1807.

And now:

You can do it.

Maine-iacs

I ventured into the far north this festive weekend (Valentine's Day, Chinese New Year, Presidents Day) to visit the wayward D, accompanied by the Kweilats. For some reason D decided that his career goals were best served by isolating himself in Portland, Maine, a bustling metropolis of 60,000 souls. Here he is posing with a statue dedicated to the local lobster fishery:

Despite being a small town in the middle of Maine (yet also the state's largest 'city'), Portland punches above its weight in three categories: food, coffee shops, and book stores. So there are some pleasant things to do during a weekend, and one can indeed eat extremely well.

Among the other attractions:

Jumping into the freezing Casco Bay (NOT done by us).

Then there's the art:

The shopping:

Old time-y railroads (this one's for you, Le Duc)

The renowned International Museum of Cryptozoology:

And you can even 'cross the Styxx,' a nightclub of exceptional style.

Yes, a good time was had by all.

Now for something completely different

Because I can't write my dissertation ALL the time.