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Mixed messages Congrats Scott and Max Congrats Chris! Canadian heiress, 107, lives in Cuban poverty Reuters tells her interesting tale and reports that recently, at the insistence of the Canadian consul general in Boston, the U.S. has agreed to let her withdraw $96 per month from her frozen assets. "She is an unfortunate, albeit unintentional, victim of political circumstances," the consul general wrote. "She relies on charity. She deserves to live the rest of her days in comfort." Brooke Astor is dead at 105 The Washington Post obit mentioned, "In the early 1990s, she helped start a furniture bank to give chairs, tables and other goods to thousands of formerly homeless families. 'How can you build a new life if you have nothing to sit on?' she said."
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Scott and Max to wed next weekend Well, I was wrong. Scott and his hunky boyfriend Maxime (shown here at the Calgary Stampede) -- who looks remarkably like me -- will finally tie the knot this coming Saturday in Nova Scotia. In doing so, he will become the first federal politician to take advantage of Canada's recent legalization of marriage for same-sex couples. First light
Posted by Sebastian / Maine / August 7, 2007 /
Last light
Posted by Sebastian / Maine / August 6, 2007 /
Maine visions There are few places as perfect for photo-taking as North Haven. Here are a few shots I took this afternoon as I wandered the island.
Posted by Sebastian / Maine / August 5, 2007 /
An island party I went to a good old fashioned community boat launching party this afternoon on North Haven, where the Agnes slid out of its birth berth at J.O. Brown & Sons and into the Fox Islands Thoroughfare. Unlike previous boat launches remembered fondly by those of us in attendance, no one fell overboard this time.
Posted by Sebastian / Maine / August 4, 2007 /
My first Acela ride It's been Planes, Trains, Automobiles and Boats on my latest trip. Yesterday I flew up to Boston, but today I decided I would give Acela a whirl on the trip back home to New York. Boy what a mistake the train was! It's been years since I took Amtrak -- back in the pre-Acela days -- but I decided to give them another shot now that they have these supposedly fast, sleek trains. Fast turned out to be pretty slow. And while the train car itself was comfortable and airy and spacious, the ride along the rails was jarring and the company rather LOUD as they chatted incessantly on their cell phones. I realized this all in the two minutes that passes between departing South Station and arriving at Back Bay Station. I actually contemplated in those two minutes the possibility of exiting the train at Back Bay and flying home instead...but I persisted and in the end, the experience did have at least a few positive aspects: the views of Long Island Sound, and the Perrier and Terra exotic vegetable chips in the cafe car. And I was able to step off the train in Manhattan and walk home. Posted by Sebastian / Etceteras / August 1, 2007 /
Boys of Boston One thing I miss terribly about Boston is Sister Sorel. I've not found any bar like it in New York, so last night my posse and I headed there and spent hours and hours holding court. (Before I get emails asking me what on earth I'm wearing below, I'll just say it was on sale -- 70% off + 20% off at the register! -- at Holt Renfrew last weekend. It's allegedly a very fashionable zip-up in certain circles. And as for the hair, don't ask.)
Posted by Sebastian / Boston / August 1, 2007 /
Back to Boston I came back to Boston for a quick trip to see some of my hottest friends and had a blast. I took the water taxi from Logan (the only way to arrive), then wandered through the Public Garden, past the swan boats and into Back Bay where the city was as clean and prim and proper as ever. There was even a string quartet playing on Newbury Street; how civilized ye olde Boston remains!
The more things stay the same, the more they stay the same: Why is Francesca's on Tremont Street still unable to create a Rice Krispy square that is actually crispy? (This battle of man vs. crisped rice has been going on in the South End for at least eight years, and I'd like to see some resolution.) Over at Jae's on Columbus, next door to my old apartment, they remembered me as soon as I walked in and the takeout guy asked where I'd been (as he should; I ate there 3-4 times a week for at least three years!). Earlier in the day, darting across Boylston by the soon-to-be Mandarin Oriental, I ran into two long lost friends. I suppose this is where Boston excels, if not always in its friendliness then in its small community feel. You immediately feel reconnected when you're back. That said, I lived in Boston long enough to know that I needed to leave it, partially because that small town feel can come to feel stifling. But as I wandered around my old neighborhood, I admit I felt a certain sense of longing for my old apartment and my old roof deck and my old bar. Posted by Sebastian / Boston / August 1, 2007 / PHOTOS |
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It was an interesting end to the week in Vancouver. On Thursday The Economist named the city the 
Congrats to Scott and Max, who 
In the recent Dallas mayoral campaign, it was looking like the huge Texas city stereotyped as full of big hair and bigots might wind up with a gay mayor. In the June runoff election, openly gay city councilman 
I thought 
I have to give our BFF Scott Brison some credit. Two years ago the prominent gay Canadian politician announced he was getting engaged to his partner of six months, Maxime St. Pierre. At the time, I wrote in this very blog that "I'm not against starting a betting pool to wager how long this fairy tale engagement actually lasts." 
