Whenever I come to Portland, I envision a life hanging out in coffeehouses, wandering the streets, taking in a matinée, playing at city leisure. I always seem to forget that my deadlines are exactly the same as they are at home. That if I actually do those things, I will miss my deadlines. Or have to make up the time somewhere, somehow.
I’ve always loved this They Might Be Giants song. Social commentary at its best: two words and the crack of a whip.
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Are you familiar with a Portland newspaper called The West End News?
I am not. I'll have to keep a lookout for it. (Maine, right? Not Oregon?)
Maine, right. I haven't seen it myself, but its editor, Ed King, is an old friend of mine.
TMBG--they do know how to sum it up.
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