More from Cabot:
Mainiacs won the men by about 2 hours and B was pretty sure that the Hags won for the women. He called from the finish line in Baddeck where teams were still finishing. Go Eden!
Can't wait to hear some stories. Chris: I asked Shannon to keep Evan in line for us.

Go Brian in Boston!

Sounds like there could be a baby jogging contingent

Go, Judson!

Web site tampering felony charge filed, Mount Desert Islander

While my Guitar Gently Weeps

(Thanks John M.)

9 deg. and breezy.
Freakin' Nippy!

As for the 800, I know you've watched them, but racing one is way different.

Come to the Christmas Party tonight and you won't have to recite any tongue twisters:

What's your run?

Sometimes a banana is just a banana.

Good morning!

Sonnet
by Elizabeth Bishop

I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!

There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.

by Kenneth Rexroth

The Earth will be going on a long time
Before it finally freezes;
Men will be on it; they will take names,
Give their deeds reasons.
We will be here only
As chemical constituents—
A small franchise indeed.
Right now we have lives,
Corpuscles, Ambitions, Caresses,
Like everybody had once—

Here at the year's end, at the feast
Of birth, let us bring to each other
The gifts brought once west through deserts—
The precious metal of our mingled hair,
The frankincense of enraptured arms and legs,
The myrrh of desperate, invincible kisses—
Let us celebrate the daily
Recurrent nativity of love,
The endless epiphany of our fluent selves,
While the earth rolls away under us
Into unknown snows and summers,
Into untraveled spaces of the stars.