Wednesday: The newly appointed town office committee met Monday night and it looks to be very workable. Pam and Bob will be observers and will cover for me while I'm in New Orleans. Clem runs a good meeting, sticking to a printed agenda. We have a list of possible solutions and we each have assignments to explore them. Today I will turn in my list of signatures to put me on the ballot for selector. The election is June 12. If I have a campaign slogan, it might be "communication and community process," although "everything I do gone be fonky" is also good. "Email AND postcards" is another because after my hour of signature gathering at the post office, I realize that a lot of folks in Unity don't use email and we have to let them know what's happening. With the makeup and openess of the committee, and the creation of a weekly email newsletter sending out the contents of unitymaine.org, we have already improved in the areas of communication and community process.

Last week I went to the theater to hear Sagapool, a great six-piece band out of Montreal, one of Phill's celtic shows. It wasn't celtic and his narrowly loyal customers didn't show up. We agreed that it was really more of a Jean show. It's very depressing going to the theater. John's expression was a mask. They are about to chop up the gallery space for some bullshit academic reason. They have no plan for booking music. Sagapool, which formed at the Montreal conservatory, played a kind of gypsy cabaret music, "punk Toulouse-Lautrec" (thanks, Lisa), music with a wild gaiety in the face of betrayal and despair, music that careens on the radio just before the nazis come for you. Yes, it's kind of weird going to the theater now.