I’ve never been good at saying goodbye but I have always admired those who are. There is something magnanimous in the person who knows how to leave correctly, to say the appropriate parting words and then walk away without looking back. Perhaps our true character is revealed in the way we sa…

Ian Kahn is the founder of Portland’s little known Lux Mentis Booksellers, and many would be tempted to call him a rare book dealer, for he does, in fact, deal in rare books. The spines of first editions, second editions, and editions that are otherwise unique or peculiar in one way or anoth…

Maine’s beaches get a lot of attention, and rightfully so. With 3,478 miles of coastline — stretches of open sand, granite headlands, and pleated shale cliffs — it is, without a doubt, an arresting stretch of scenery. And yet, with the summer upon us, I can’t help but recall last summer when…

A couple of weeks ago I bought a neti pot. I’ve been having these sinus problems, understand, and normally I wouldn’t tell you this, but I figured because it’s allergy season you might take an interest in my nose. Maybe you use a neti pot or know what one is, but I was entirely new to the ex…

Since Wednesday, May 17, when a meteoroid gilded New England’s skies and clouds with a stroke of argent light, a small handful of people have been canvassing the woods and roads, just outside of Rangeley, the estimated location of the meteor’s impact.

It has come to my attention that Bubba’s Sulky Lounge is a popular favorite among the “Best of” crowd, winning both best nightclub and best dance club. I think that’s good and right, though I confess I didn’t know there was a difference between a nightclub and a dance club, but then again I …

One week ago today I was in Portland, Oregon, asking people what they thought of Portland, Maine, for the last issue’s cover story. I’m from Arcata, California, one of the northernmost towns in that awkwardly long state, locked in by redwoods to the east, the Pacific to the west, and just on…

I find Christmas depressing. I don’t mean to be a Scrooge, but I do. I’m all for the Christmas spirit, and I’m all for the way Christmas can bring people together. And in many ways, I’m all for the tradition of gift giving. It’s a nice way to show one another we care in a culture where I don…

John Dewey, if you do not know, was an American pragmatist philosopher. He was born in Burlington, Vt. in 1859, and died in 1952. He was a champion of social reform, taught at the University of Michigan and, as Louis Menand phrases it, he “lectured around the world to almost every kind of au…

So I’m at a bar again, reading, of all books, Middlemarch — that very long, Victorian novel. I know, that sentence is preposterous, or at least grossly pretentious. Who reads Victorian literature at a bar, and worse still who feels the need to proclaim that he is doing so in a column piece? …

I have grown suspicious of job interviews. And I’ve had a lot of them lately. Right now I’m sitting at a nondescript table in a nondescript room while my interviewer reads off a list of questions. Why do you think you would be a good fit for this job? Can you tell me about a difficult work s…

This is going to sound weird, but hear me out: I find all the holes, every last one, very sexy. Wait. Let me reframe this. New to Portland, I’ve been spending a lot of time drinking beer at Ruski’s, alone, and recently read The Portland Phoenix and Emily Straubel’s relationship column, SexyT…