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It’s been a while. I’m back in Montreal after an epic journey through the back desert country of Utah and Arizona with son andre and his overland expeditionary buddies. Lots to blog about, but also now on deadline for Vanity Fair. The tidebucka movement is moving alone although all of its moving parts are not in place. There’s a good article in this month’s Harper’s by Kevin Baker called “The Vanishing Liberal : How the Left Learned to Be Helpless.”It traces the history of liberalism in American back to the farmers in the Midwest who were being exploited by the banks at the end of the 19th century to the emasculated ineffectual state it is in now, which is why the tidebucka movement is so important at this sorry juncture.

The weather is still out of whack. Two days ago it was snowing here, while way up in the high arctic, they had a freak rainstorm.

Feedback on the Adirondack dialect and culture Dispatch : Martha Lee Owen, a native of Keene Valley,  says the way she heard it, the dry wit of some Adirondackers is not “drier than a popcorn fire,” but “drier than a popcorn fart.”

I was in eastern Ontario,  where the people are of Irish and French-Canadian descent, and heard familiar several isms : okydoky (I dialed a wrong number and said sorry, and the woman who had answered said, okydoky) and pasta with  a flat a, as in blast. More evidence many of the elements of the Adirondack dialect are actually more widespread.

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