We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I asked Sipp what living in Maine was like. He did not reply to my email, but offers us a Maine Update, as of yesterday (with music, global warming snow, and deep-snark commentary about Life and Mozart).
I like the street. It's what I call "American." Hope my pal Sipp has a few fireplaces.
Down in more southern New England, I spent the weekend gardening while he spent hours producing that video, smoking Cuban ceegars and good Maine weed as the snowflakes fell, and sipping an ancient cognac by his cozy fireplace while the scent of osso bucco wafted from the kitchen where his sexy barefoot Goddess Mrs. Sipp was lovingly cookin' up a storm on the olde wood stove with nary a "Get off that damn computer and come help me, you lazy cyber-Yankee-would-be-Mozart-redneck."
It's on the Maggie's list of Best Maine Home-Made Videos of 2010.
I was a little surprised at reading that, BD. Apparently, you haven't heard the good news yet:
"The USA is enduring a very strange year, weatherwise. While Florida is shivering through its chilliest year ever so far, three states in New England (Maine, New Hampshire, and Vermont) are enjoying their warmest year ever, according to the climate center."
In fact, now that global warming is finally here, I've suggested to the EPA that they ban those nasty smog-producing fireplaces. You do know that the word "smog" is a combination of "smoke" and "fog", right? Ergo, fireplaces produce smog. Or, rather, half of it, with fog being the main culprit for the other half. We'll get the EPA to ban that next.
And it looks like Sipp's commenters agree:
I'd like to express my intense jealousy that you have enough snow to snowmobile on and here in Northern Maine I got nothin but green grass!"
Get used to it, Teresa. Global warming isn't pretty.
Love that video and soundtrack so much, Bird Dog, that I just called my husband away from his Wall St. Journal to listen to it. But, of course I would. Mozart is near the top of my personal pantheon of great composers. I particularly loved the video part of this lovely show because it goes to the heart of the reasons we love winter time -- the sense of restful contemplative peace one gets from just watching the snow sift down, and thinking gentle thoughts.
Don't get much of that here in Houston. Thank Mr. Sippican for his sterling effort, and the memories it brought back to this Wisconsin-raised Texan.
P.S. I also liked the wise-a$$ conversation which overlaid the lovely film. Perfect.