Stateside
Buenos Dias, Portland
Every morning, since the first day we woke up here, I’ve heard the carefree call of seagulls. To me their song is carefree; maybe other birds sense they are distressed or pissed off, or lonely. But to my imaginative ear this is the sound of freedom of flight, and open air over a northern ocean. [...]
9Jul2010 | Jillian | 1 comment | ContinuedSite Unseen
Four years ago we were storing what we hadn’t sold, discarding unwanted Robin bookshelves, packing away winter clothes and sorting through out summer items, deciding what we we were bringing and what would not be appropriate in our new lives as tropical expats e.g., bridesmaid dresses, tube tops, mittens. Our last days were spent among [...]
23Jun2010 | Jillian | 3 comments | ContinuedNew York Magazine Affirms My Life Choices
In this week’s (online) New York Magazine the weekend travel section recommends both Merida and Mid-Coast Maine. And, as far as I know from my own experience, their assessment is pretty spot on.
Hacienda Xcanatun is a lovely place for a decent meal, but it’s the surrounding grounds that truly invite escape. The endorsement of Urbano [...]
Enamigos
America loves a monolithic enemy. What united a disparate and fledgling colony better than big bad daddy Britain? When were we more American than when we were facing off against Russia? Since the Cold War ended (it’s been sooo boring, right?) the focus on The Middle East and Islam has been a fairly successful stand-in. [...]
16Mar2009 | Jillian | 3 comments | ContinuedSnark Takes a Holiday
How can you feel anything but inspired, hopeful, proud and glorious today? Congratulations, Mr. President-Elect and congratufuckinlations Democracy and to our renewed commitment to a reasonable, intelligent and a progressive America. This is a very great day indeed.
5Nov2008 | Jillian | 2 comments | ContinuedA Connecticut Haunting or You Can’t Ghost Home Again*
I wonder if every theater in America has a ghost in the wings? This specter is an actor who was killed in a horrific stage accident. Or was it murder? In Clinton the suited man haunts stage left and is good luck for any production who feels his presence.
The Andrews Memorial Town Hall is a [...]
From the Acropolis to Zeke the Greek’s Midnight Buffet*
Too much to drink yesterday calls for omelets today. My delicate condition reminds me of diners, another great American institution inexorably linked to immigrants, teenagers, the open road and late night cheese and gravy-covered fries. My first experiences at diners were with my grandparents, great fans of split pea soup and other culinary mysteries. They [...]
27Oct2008 | Jillian | 4 comments | ContinuedLiberals, Doobies, Hippie-Hair, Politics, and Personal Identity
This election has transformed a lot of ordinary, “this is what I had for lunch” blogs into hotbeds of unbelievably heated political debate. As you have seen over the last few weeks, this has even affected our own humble little DroppedIn. Now, it’s one thing when Jillian jumps on late-night and drops a few barbs [...]
21Oct2008 | Malcolm | 12 comments | ContinuedHope All Is Sunny In Superficial California
I will never live
in Southern California,
despite the lure of
Beach Boys and fish tacos.
I don’t trust
a place without seasons;
There you cannot cultivate
pathos, wit or sincerity.
A Sad Day for Side Show Beauties and Freaks
It’s an end of an era.
8Sep2008 | Jillian | 3 comments | ContinuedVault Over Country
If the corpse and the baby maker are proffered the White House this November , as it looks likely to happen since the hot grandma to be hit the ticket, I am considering defecting to Canada. I know, I know, I already live in Mexico and threatening to move to Canada is one those those [...]
4Sep2008 | Jillian | 25 comments | Continued


