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Sunday, May 30, 2010

Odds and Ends

On a totally unrelated note to the rest of this post: For some reason as I sit on my bed in my room in Rockport, Lewis Carrol's silly and famous lines popped into my head:

"The time has come," th
e Walrus said,
"To talk of many things
:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings-
-
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pig
s have wi
ngs."


The Walrus and the Carpenter survey their oysters (whom they eventually eat). I love the rhythm of the lines, and now I can't stop saying them over and over. The whole poem can be found online here.

So now on to other things. I have a few photos to share with you, a few thoughts, and a list of books that I am about to read, on which the jury is still out.

So, photos!



View from my grandmother's porch.

A drawing of my grand-mother's sugar bowl that for some reason I have deemed important enough to go up on these internets. I realize that the top of the jar is totally out of perspective.

What I wake up to every morning...

Driving over the Kennebeck River on the way to Augusta near the end of school.

I love the summer in Maine, as most of you know from the way I won't shut up about it. My whole family was here this weekend because all of them, on both my mom and dad's sides, live within about 30 yards from each other on a hill overlooking Rockport harbor. I'm blessed because I a) genuinely like both sides of my family and b) have such a wonderful time when everyone is collected under the same roof for our big family dinners. Food is a religion for us, and we all worship quite well.


Speaking of family, I just re-read my mother's (Deborah Weisgall, above) memoir, A Joyful Noise. I know that I am biased because I am her daughter, but I just think it's a fabulous book. It's heart-breaking, which is strange for me because I'm reading about my mother which makes it even more painful. It is also beautiful though, and has what I like to consider a redemptive ending (probably because I am part of that ending). She writes about growing up in a family of Jewish Cantors (the men who sing the service in synagogue) and how it was a male-dominated religion and family in which she struggled to have a voice. Yet this book proves that she found hers...I adore my mother and reading her thoughtful prose makes me so proud of her, because even coming from a difficult up-bringing, she managed to become one of the most passionate and kind people I know. She's so open to the world, so excited about everything, and able to fight for herself and those she loves while at the same time being very sensitive. I feel the need to protect her sometimes. Basically, I'm a lucky girl...(I seem to say that a lot in this blog). I am also blessed that she wrote everything about the Jewish traditions down, because I don't feel particularly connected to the faith, and through her book I can remember how important the music and services really are, and how they're not just a religion but an integral part of my family history. She dedicated the book in memory of her father and to me, "for my daughter Charlotte, to remember." It is my pleasure and duty to do so. You can buy the book here, or go to her website: www.deborahweisgall.com, to read about her and her newest book, The World Before Her, which is also beautifully written and a novel that is hard to put down (Note: her professional credibility just took a hit when she came into my room to brag about how far she's gotten in the game "Angry Birds" on her iPhone...).

MORE BOOKS!
I went with my cousin Kiri to the Owl and Turtle bookstore today in Camden, and bought a bunch of books that I cannot wait to read. I got the third in the series of Steig Larson novels, the first two of which I was obsessed with, so I can't wait to read the third. I also got a bunch of John Updike short stories, The Crossers by Phillip Caputo, and some others but I'll wait to list them until I've read them. I will report back!

Thrilled that summer is here. Missing everyone from school. Tomorrow's post will be about the amazing class of 2010 and how much I love and will miss them... photos from graduation included. Much love, all!

Listening to: The washing machine, my father listening to opera as he tries to fix the fax, and my mother's incessant Angry Birds questions.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

From the iFone...and other (F)thoughts

Well, since seeing the light and getting an iPhone, I've done nothing but play doodlejump and take pictures. So I thought I'd share with you lovely folks the photo phun I've been having, complete with horrible alliteration. Enjoy.


Cappy's Chowder House, Camden, Maine.

Rosie the pup.

A pond along route 32.


A run down house out of the jeep window.


China, Maine.

Have you every been so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Looking to Walt for inspiration from my perch in the second floor of the library.

Said perch.
I95 at dusk, driving home to Waterville from New Hampshire.

Both above: Portland at sunset.

A silly boy.

I seem to take a lot of pictures with this phone out of car windows, so a shoutout to the 2003 Jeep Liberty is in order. What a vehicle....

Also, the pictures that look old are from the iPhone app called "Hipstamatic." Big thanks to MH for that tip.

I drove home again today for my mom's birthday tomorrow so that I could have dinner with her and wake up on her birthday to give her a huge hug in person. My mother is the most amazing woman I know, and I love her beyond words. So happy birthday, Deborah Weisgall, you deserve all the happiness in the world. Thanks for being the best mom ever, I seriously lucked out. And for picking a not-so-bad father for me, too ;) Hi Throop Martin Wilder III. Way to go on getting Mama that necklace...

Listening to: Rosie the dog's collar jingle as she plays with her stuffed Mallard duck, and my mom typing away on her computer and her knitting needles click as she manages to make a sweater at the same time.
Looking at: The harbor at night.
Smelling: The salt air mixed with laundry detergent from the recent wash I did.

Thanks to CJBW for the Bon Iver-James Taylor mashup. And for emailing the file to me because obviously I wasn't going to get around to downloading it from the link that you sent first. Love you, dear.

AND HUGE THANK YOU to everyone who's been reading my ramblings, looking at my pictures, and leaving comments...I'm fairly new to this whole blogging situation, but I'm quickly becoming addicted. Your readership makes me feel like maybe it's worth something after-all, and gives me an excuse to keep indulging myself. Much, much, much love.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Route ME17/32





When my cousin Ben called me yesterday and told me he was coming to Rockport and that I should go have dinner with him and Nana, I had no choice but to obey. I adore Ben and don't see him often enough, so it was such a great surprise. The light was absolutely stunning...I took some pictures driving home and then back this morning...unsafe but totally worth it. And don't worry, I DID pull over when there was a photo op that couldn't be captured by just holding up the camera and clicking out the passenger side window...

Field workers in the morning in Vassalboro.


Home sweet home, view from Nana's.


Rockport.







Also, today I took two benadryl because I had been lying in the grass and my legs itched. I forgot that benadryl makes me pass out, so I successfully started to fall asleep in lunch and then slept through my entire Jewish History class. What an idiot.

Listening to: Skinny Love, by Bon Iver.
Lines I like: And I told you to be patient/And I told you to be fine/And I told you to be balanced/And I told you to be kind.

Thoughts: Does a photograph act as formaldehyde for the soul?

Monday, May 3, 2010

The Joint Chiefs



So when my boss told me I was going to be doing the Passions photo essay, I never thought it would take me to something as audibly amazing as the Joint Chiefs. The band is out of control good. All the members are beyond talented musicians, and James O'Brien (Obie) belts out songs with such force and quality that I'm surprised his vocal chords haven't yet shredded apart. Here are some of my favorite pictures from the shoot...you should all try to hear them if you can. Their rendition of Centerfold by the J. Geils band absolutely blew my mind.






When these guys are famous I hope you all remember who photographed them first.

Listening to: Centerfold, J. Geils Band.
Why? Because the Joint Chiefs have successfully stuck it in my head since Friday.

Passions

Many of you know that I work for insideColby, which is Colby College's magazine with student provided content that aims to show prospective students what Colby is really like. It does a pretty good job I think, though we definitely present the college sunny-side up...for example, photos of a weekend at Colby probably wouldn't go over well. But anyways, I'm doing a photo essay for them called "Passions," and it's about kids at Colby who do things other than study and drink. It's still a work in progress, but here are a few pictures I like best from the shoots I've done so far...hope you enjoy!

Leigh Bullion writes the most beautiful handwritten letters I've ever seen. The recipients are blessed...

Molly Hodson hard at work on a still-life in the Foundations studio in Bixler. The colors were too good to pass up...
Colby Emergency Response team... or CER as they abbreviate it. These guys are the ones who will get to the scene of an accident or simply when someone needs help before the paramedics do, so we students are in great hands the moment we need help. They also seem to have a lot of fun in the office while they wait for calls :)


Tory (who seems to be a fixture on this blog) loves to cook, clean, and iron her husband's ties every morning before he heads to work. Just kidding, but she IS a master chef. Here she is dressed like a 50s housewife, presenting the beautiful quinoa-stuffed red peppers we had for dinner on Thursday which I can assure you tasted as good as they look.


The finished product! My greek salad and Tor's peppers with our lovely bottle of wine.

Not people or Colby related, but a beautiful magnolia tree outside my house in Lincoln that was too beautiful not to post.

The band the Joint Chiefs also earns a spot in the essay, but I'm saving them their own post because the shoot was too awesome to only include one or two pictures.

Listening to: The sound of computer keys clicking away on the second floor of the library.
Favorite line: click click clack clack click....(pause) cliclicliclic (that's the backspace).