<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630</id><updated>2008-05-09T02:35:01.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>-------------------------</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/index.htm'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1355</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-1444284758705883313</id><published>2008-05-09T02:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:31:48.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vend-o-Mat Burger</title><summary type='text'>
I am an American, and when I get hungry I want to eat something American.

I walk down a hall in the American building I work in, to the vend-o-mat machine.  (What war was this magnificent technology a product of?)

Only $1.75 and a 1-minute microwave ride.

Viola!  America on a paper plate! A beautiful bacon cheeseburger, don't forget the ketchup packets.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/vend-o-mat-burger.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Vend-o-Mat Burger&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/1444284758705883313'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/1444284758705883313'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-8223677843224310734</id><published>2008-05-09T01:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:30:39.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Planting</title><summary type='text'>
Planting sunflowers for the Unofficial Beautify Your Neighborhood Project.  My neighbor Donna plants some sunflowers with a shovel borrowed from my neighbor Pete.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/spring-planting.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Spring Planting&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/8223677843224310734'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/8223677843224310734'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-7597518584147457102</id><published>2008-05-09T00:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:35:01.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Java Joe's</title><summary type='text'>
Java Joe's is a coffee shop on Water Street in Augusta Maine.  The have decent food and good coffee.  They close at 3 p.m.  
I often overhear people say that it is one of their favorite spots in Augusta Maine, too.
</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/java-joes.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Java Joe&apos;s&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/7597518584147457102'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/7597518584147457102'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-2391292349087200193</id><published>2008-05-05T11:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:13:23.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me as Towel</title><summary type='text'>
My self-portrait as a towel.

My negligent self-portrait.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/me-as-towel.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Me as Towel&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2391292349087200193'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2391292349087200193'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-914769723704202066</id><published>2008-05-04T12:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T00:45:31.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Dysart's Truckstop</title><summary type='text'>
Matt Stone checking the menu at Dysart's Truckstop.

Feed an Army? Dysart's is so good people from different eras come to sit at the tables and eat homemade corned beef hash and Maine blueberry pancakes.  "Dave's Favorite" is my favorite.

Sorting out the regimental seating.  Today the 20th Maine has an easier time feeding and seating the regiment, easier at Dysart's than a barn or a family </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/to-dysarts-truckstop.html' title='&lt;center&gt;To Dysart&apos;s Truckstop&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/914769723704202066'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/914769723704202066'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-2390254742803530473</id><published>2008-05-04T12:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:20:07.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Bangor</title><summary type='text'>
Bangor Wheels

Bangor Church

Bangor Greyhound

Matt Stone at Stephen King's House.

Me at Stephen King's house.

Bangor Helicopter

Osprey nest (with osprey) between the lanes of I-95, South of Exit 157.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/to-bangor.html' title='&lt;center&gt;To Bangor&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2390254742803530473'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2390254742803530473'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-6581457149781326825</id><published>2008-05-03T21:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:59:13.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>)%)@)* Driving Maine</title><summary type='text'>
Street Sweeper

Water Truck

Bicyclist

One of Many

By a Bridge

Cemetery

Church</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/driving-maine.html' title='&lt;center&gt;)%)@)* Driving Maine&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/6581457149781326825'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/6581457149781326825'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-5467862921757893472</id><published>2008-05-03T21:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:58:24.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Economic Sign of the Times</title><summary type='text'>
Out of business gas station, Augusta Maine.

Out of business gas station, Bangor Maine.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/sign-of-economic-times.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Possible Economic Sign of the Times&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/5467862921757893472'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/5467862921757893472'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-5200015135867521241</id><published>2008-05-02T20:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T01:11:41.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOP Convention, Augusta Maine</title><summary type='text'>

Politics is all about the messages and signs.  Lots of signs.

Manchester Maine Delegate

District Markers

Political Arrangement

Corporate Media

Waiting

Mitt Romney signing autographs.

Mingling</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/gop-convention-augusta-maine.html' title='&lt;center&gt;GOP Convention, Augusta Maine&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/5200015135867521241'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/5200015135867521241'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-2817200004682582149</id><published>2008-05-02T11:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:41:33.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1, Augusta Maine</title><summary type='text'>
My coffee maker broke.

Awake, but no coffee.

Getting to work.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/may-1-augusta-maine.html' title='&lt;center&gt;May 1, Augusta Maine&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2817200004682582149'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2817200004682582149'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-4822529513159720688</id><published>2008-05-01T11:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:48:50.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pairs</title><summary type='text'>
The Maine Guide Breakfast at Augusta House of Pancakes includes trout, eggs, beans, home fries, and a biscuit.  On two plates.

Bruce &amp; Brian, have been identical twins for 48 years.  They are from Sidney Maine, but come to Augusta Maine to drink coffee at Tim Hortons.  Brian gave me a random piece of advice, "It don't take much to get into trouble.  They never tell you that."</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/05/last-day-of-april.html' title='&lt;center&gt;In Pairs&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/4822529513159720688'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/4822529513159720688'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-5632654389594537410</id><published>2008-04-30T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:49:30.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Trash</title><summary type='text'>
Wednesday morning the trash is picked up.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/no-trash.html' title='&lt;center&gt;No Trash&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/5632654389594537410'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/5632654389594537410'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-8915398387145159716</id><published>2008-04-29T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:59:11.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/garage.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Garage&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/8915398387145159716'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/8915398387145159716'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-4153262150764834517</id><published>2008-04-28T00:26:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T01:20:22.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Fast at Slates</title><summary type='text'>
I met Matt Stone at Hallowell's own famous Slate's Restaurant &amp; Bakery for brunch.  It has just reopened this month after a fire destroyed it last year.  
Matt recently stopped fasting for Passover (aka Jewish Lent).  
We started talking about levels of devotion.  He said he wasn't really that devout (aka hasidic).  But as a catholic I am familiar with far lesser levels of devotion.
I've seen an</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/break-fast-at-slates.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Break Fast at Slates&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/4153262150764834517'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/4153262150764834517'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-5101196775965703460</id><published>2008-04-27T11:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:29:20.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Area 54</title><summary type='text'>
There is something about the Augusta Maine State Airport. ... Maybe it's the aliens?  Or the cryogenic capsules?
Considering the terminal's architecture and small-townieness, the airport itself is enclosed in a Cold War-era cryogenic capsule buried between an old cemetery and a National Guard camp.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/like-area-54.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Like Area 54&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/5101196775965703460'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/5101196775965703460'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-2214589088309155962</id><published>2008-04-25T23:03:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T01:54:18.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High Dynamic Range Attempt</title><summary type='text'>
/Looking out the window of the Thai Lanna Restaurant, Augusta Maine State Airport./  
I recently read an article about something called High Dynamic Range Photography in a photojournalism magazine.  I decided to attempt an HDR image using my own simplified technique.  If you look at the HDR photographer Trey Ratcliff's website you will see what HDR is shooting for.  Everything in the images seem</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/high-dynamic-range-attempt.html' title='&lt;center&gt;High Dynamic Range Attempt&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2214589088309155962'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2214589088309155962'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-2796988916544244228</id><published>2008-04-25T11:39:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T00:07:45.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine Wildlife Park</title><summary type='text'>
The Maine Wildlife Park opened for its first day this year yesterday.  Many of the animals there are hurt and need to be taken care of.

A deer through the trees.

My neighbor Donna went too.  According to a measurement at the Maine Wildlife Park she is not as tall as the shoulders of an adult moose.


Sometimes the wildlife park seemed a bazaar of bizarre  -- roadside attractions.

There was a </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/maine-wildlife-park.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Maine Wildlife Park&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2796988916544244228'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2796988916544244228'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-1725283378408351853</id><published>2008-04-24T15:54:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:31:38.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maine Yesterday</title><summary type='text'>
Super Lube's sign kept getting bigger and bigger, ultimately they had to move to a new building on Capitol Street.  (Hi Walker Evans.)

Cell phone towers are a very visible part of Maine's landscape.  And they help people way up here who often find themselves in life-threatening situations in the middle of nowhere.

Also, Today: Maine Farm from I-95.  (also, check out eric powell's blogging from</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/maine-yesterday.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Maine Yesterday&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/1725283378408351853'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/1725283378408351853'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-2974528746824207417</id><published>2008-04-22T12:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:15:41.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Reflecting Things</title><summary type='text'>
The high price of gas reflects a part of my decision to put a cap on my truck.  No, not because I've heard that a cap can make a truck more fuel efficient, but because I'm headed to Venezuela if the price of fuel goes up much more.

Rear View

Side View</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/things-reflecting-things.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Things Reflecting Things&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2974528746824207417'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2974528746824207417'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-4361603033670104714</id><published>2008-04-21T02:15:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T01:46:31.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Augusta to Bangor to Augusta Maine</title><summary type='text'>
Passing a burnt up farmhouse along I-95 in Maine.

Maine Transport

Wrong Turn

Rail Cars

Guard Rails

Drive-in

Maine Landfill

Dysart's Truck Stop Maine

A bald eagle ... I mean osprey nest on a power line just south of mile marker 157 I-95 in Maine.

The awesome truck cap I bought in Bangor Maine.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/to-bangor-from-augusta.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Augusta to Bangor to Augusta Maine&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/4361603033670104714'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/4361603033670104714'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-4272814511620946530</id><published>2008-04-18T11:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:11:13.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Lanna</title><summary type='text'>
Thai Lanna is a great place to eat in Augusta Maine.

The Thai iced tea tasted the same as any Thai iced tea I'd ever had, plus a straw wrapper made into a lotus blossom.  Satay awesome.  The drunken noodles were great, but lacked the traditional spiciness of drunken noodles (turning napkins into Kleenex).

The most unique thing about Thai Lanna is that it is in the same building as the Augusta </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/thai-lanna.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Thai Lanna&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/4272814511620946530'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/4272814511620946530'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-9216295739358932880</id><published>2008-04-17T21:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:24:54.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories in Maine</title><summary type='text'>
On Water Street in Augusta Maine, scaffolding and caution tape remind me of more populated places.  Cities.  A tapestry of Jim Morrison reminds me of a time I was walking around Haight Street in San Francisco and saw Jim Morrison walking down the sidewalk (even though he died before I was born).

As I was walking up State Street I looked in the window of a tore up house and saw an old friend I </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/memories-in-maine.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Memories in Maine&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/9216295739358932880'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/9216295739358932880'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-7438015490915623948</id><published>2008-04-17T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T17:12:26.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in Maine</title><summary type='text'>
Spring has finally reached Maine, a month late.  Better late than never.

Maine Capitol.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/spring-in-maine.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Spring in Maine&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/7438015490915623948'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/7438015490915623948'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-2416646698168551870</id><published>2008-04-15T15:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:41:03.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Lunch</title><summary type='text'>
The A-1 Diner Gardiner Maine.

I went to the A-1 Diner in Gardiner Maine with Matt Stone.  It is a good place to eat.  They have decent meatloaf.</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/good-lunch.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Good Lunch&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2416646698168551870'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/2416646698168551870'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5768630.post-821662349973598247</id><published>2008-04-15T11:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:28:27.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commuting</title><summary type='text'>
Landscaping cloth, Kennebec Journal Building parking lot, Augusta Maine

Commuting to work, Western Avenue, Augusta Maine</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/2008/04/commuting-by-car.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Commuting&lt;/center&gt;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thomasmichaelcorcoran.com/atom.xml' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/821662349973598247'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5768630/posts/default/821662349973598247'/><author><name>mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17952891057048138884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>