Category Archives: Atmosphere

Matt’s Mature but Single Friday

Today it rained heavily for the entire day, a first in my Maine book. I didn’t go in to the office at all today. Rather, I drove down for a 10 o’clock meeting in Portland. My supervisor, MT, likes to organize, and one of her things is a “regional roundtable.” This is not one of her duties, rather something that she has brought to the position in her gushingly outward and inspiring style. It was held at the University of New England’s Westbrook campus. UNE, like many of the schools at which my VISTAs work, has multiple campuses; in UNE’s case, Biddeford and Westbrook (really just an outer streetcar suburb of Portland.)

Biddeford is the “down and out former mill city” of Southern Maine, just as Lewiston is to to the “Lakes and Mountains” region. Each has its advantages and disadvantages. While both Biddeford and Lewiston can be easily accessed from I-95, Biddeford is south of Portland therefore placing it in more of a seasonal influx area. Lewiston and Auburn (the twin mill-towns/cities sitting directly across the heavily polluted Androscoggin river,) are more off the beaten track.

To explain, to get off for Biddeford when driving up I-95 from Boston, you will be on the Maine Turnpike, the effective yet uninspired template later used for the Eisenhower Interstate System. At this point the highway is three lanes on each side. However, as you approach Portland, the three lane highway ends and what’s left is a branch in the system. Before 2004, I-95 would continue up through Portland and Brunswick to Augusta, the state capital. It should be noted, however, that the original Maine Turnpike consisted of a route up to Auburn/Lewiston before reaching Augusta. In essence, when interstate highways were Federalized and numerated, the Auburn/Lewiston section was designated as a spur. In 2004, however, this was changed/rectified [PDF], and now I-95 goes through Auburn/Lewiston, thereby holding faithful to the original post-War route.

Now, given all this, you might think that the Auburn/Lewiston area would get more traffic, but that’s just not true, largely due to the inescapable fact that Portland is an active deep-water port. Portland, a once crucial Canadian/New England freight/rail hub which rivaled Boston, is still active, thanks in no small part to the cruise industry. So what does this social/historical engineering lesson suggest? Well, the result is that I-95 to Lewiston is less traveled than the road to Portland. This is Lewiston’s great drawback, even though, if refurbished, it would be a respectable, if not spectacular city in a charming Maine kind of way.

Anyway, what this had to do about my meeting today is that it was held at UNE’s Portland campus. My VISTA and her supervisor who work on the Biddeford campus had never been to the Portland campus… yet they reserved a nice conference room there. Now I’m not familiar with colleges having multiple physical campuses, because I went to a self-contained little liberal arts college (thank you very much.) UNE’s Biddeford campus the liberal-arts / homeopathic medicine / marine science hub. The newly revived Portland campus (thanks to the new Dean,) is focused on the college’s more scientific mission, in this case, “undergraduate programs in dental hygiene and nursing and graduate programs in nurse anesthesia, occupational therapy, physical therapy, physician assistant, and social work.” The liberal arts campus, (Biddeford,) doesn’t know what to think and is pissed that the liberal-arts mission of the institution is not being pushed. That’s the situation one of my VISTAs is working in… interesting. She, however, is amazingly ambitious and has a a fantastic counterpart; it is readily apparent that the two work well together and feed off of one another’s different but related energies.

It was a fruitful meeting, and although I didn’t contribute too much, I was pleased to see MT’s project go over so well. Finishing at around 3 I decided to swing through Portland before returning to Lewiston. Mind you that it was still pouring. While driving through Portland a store caught my eye so I drove down to the water, parked and walked up Exchange street, the hip/yuppy center to find Simply Scandinavian Foods. The store carries some Swedish a staples, offers Swedish bakery items to order (in addition to the few on display) and interestingly sports a prominent Jewish component (think about that one.) Right in the front of the store, well placed if I may say, is a large display of Bilar. Bilar is a famous Swedish candy that has been around for over 50 years (read about it here if you wish) and something I haven’t had since my flight back from Stockholm on SAS. 4 dollars seemed about right for the Sweedish made English version. (n.b. I just ran to get them now.)

Back to Lewiston, soggy, I tuned into the local hate radio station, WLOB 96.3. Hannity bored me so I scanned and landed on a Jesus station broadcasting a rousing bleat extolling the value of goin’ to church on Sunday. After that, some more scanning brought me to a recording of a Midwestern twanged woman delivering a reactionary anti-feminist screed berating those of the female sex who chose to focus on anything other than solely “pleasing their man, raising a family, and loving the lord.” I have never heard this message as intensely and clearly broadcast; the Christian right is either taking over or in its last gasps.

After forcing myself to the gym (and seeing boi dude there, interestingly,) I prepared buffalo and asparagus on the recently purchased stovetop grill. A bath was on tap and I figured out how to listen to music and control iTunes without moving the computer into the bathroom (hint, because I have a PC it involves lots of cables… though I’m sure it could be done over Bluetooth.) Some atmosphere, writing and endless pedantic editing. Here I grind to the present and can do little more but speculate. I’ll try to enjoy my caramel apple and Bilar as I do.

Meat

There is something very satisfying about sitting around a grill filled with meat and then eating it immediately. I think it is one of man’s primitive pleasures. What other primitive pleasures do you enjoy?

Indian Days

Hey, it’s been forever, I know. Things are humming along up here in Maine. At work I’m taking on more responsibilities and the apartment is starting to look like people actually live here. Today I left work a little early and went to Range Ponds State Park. I had wanted to go earlier in the summer but never made it, and given that today was (and still is, I’m writing on the screened in balcony out back) a taste of summer, I just had to go. The place was not crowded at all, just some locals, and was a beautiful spot to take a swim, soak up a few rays and read. It was relaxing and allowed me some time to clear my mind.

With the return of students to the campus, I’m feeling a little envious of their position. What I’d give to just be taking a few classes a week and enjoying all the other benefits that come with small liberal arts college life… I haven’t been too social lately, and I’d like to change that. Being that I don’t really have any connections up here, it is difficult for me to go out. Whereas there are some things one can do on one’s own, most things in life are better shared. I know that with time I will develop a little network up here, but for now, I’m pretty much solo, which stinks.

Over my birthday weekend and labor day, however, I did get to connect with some friends. K + N took me to a charming Thai place in Charlestown, and after that we made a mess of a both in the nearby Friendly’s. I’m really proud of them, as they are the first of my friends to get married; sure, it has been in the cards for a while, but seeing them reminds me of the great social importance of marriage, it is a sanctioning of sorts. Over labor day, T, A and I went up to Springfield, MA to the Smith and Wesson shooting range. Did you know that WD is a pretty good shot? It was quite fun, and for about 50 bucks we rented two lanes with two different types of guns and had at it for a while.

From transition may come stability, but for now, I’m

Docie D’oh

Well, I survived my first full week of work. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all. In addition to finally getting my Bates email and other network privileges, I was able to meet some interesting folks from the community thanks to my immediate supervisor who is making a great effort to make me feel at home here.

When we stopped by the public library earlier in the week I spoke with a woman who used to work at Bates but quit to become the program director of library events. I was handed a flier and enjoined to come to a “Contra Dance” that Friday. Of course, I had no idea what a contra dance was, but once I looked online, I’ll admit that my interest was piqued. Of course I had my doubts, though; my friend Chris and I have this style of dancing that can only be described as eschewing any real style, so the thought of going to the public library on a Friday night to dance a highly ritualized dance with a bunch of strangers fell a bit outside of my comfort zone. Luckily, however, I was able to rope in my current roommate, and thus at 8 we set out downtown.

As we entered the library we could hear a commotion upstairs. Upon climbing the staircase, we found a beautiful small ballroom. As it turns out, many of the office buildings in downtown Lewiston contain this feature, a vestige from a more old-fashioned time when community dances were more popular. This ballroom had been modernized and had a gleaming wood floor, projector/sound system, and air conditioning. The crowd was a mix of people ranging from 15 – 70 year old. Soon after we arrived the event got going as the caller, (the guy who describes how to do the dances before and during the music) asked us to form two long lines, facing across from our partner. After introducing the band, which consisted mostly of fiddlers and drummers he got right into describing the first dance.

Working in pairs and groups of 4 throughout the dance, we learned a series of repeated patterns. Basically, you would repeat a pattern with your partner and immediate neighbors to the right and then cycle, slowly moving either to the front or rear of the line; once a cycle was completed, i.e. you ended up where you started, the dance ended. Although I was at first daunted, I did get the hang of most of the moves. Thankfully the crowd was very accommodating. As I was to find out throughout the night, there was a healthy mix of novices and seasoned contra dancers that evening. I participated in 4 subsequent dances, one of which was a circle based dance where you got to dance with everyone else, kind of a mixer. There was only one dance were I just didn’t get it, but after being a bit dejected, I tried one more and was more successful.

All in all it was a cool evening. I spoke with some of the participants, including a young girl with a nose-ring who was a supportive partner and an older woman from California who liked to contra dance whenever she was in New England. It was a fun, eclectic crowd, and I’m glad I went. As we headed home, my roommate said that he too was glad, because every time he moves somewhere new, he likes to try something that is beyond his normal bounds of familiarity. I couldn’t agree more, and who knows, I may try it again soon.