Developments in the burgeoning Portland* blogroll, of which this Nut House is** a part: a tempest flares and is calmed (?) over at the anonymous Point (who is this fractious critic?). Meanwhile, someone or something who is obviously (?) a pseudonym is reviewing baked goods on the city’s preeminent music blog (??). (Related, will I ever be able to identify the elusive Psst!, in order to buy him or her the glass of Syrah s/he so richly deserves?) Last but not least, a correspondent directs me to Overheard in Portland, where you can and should submit your juiciest eavesdroppings (anonymously, if you like!).

This peninsula is five miles square. It is not densely populated. We have passed each other on Congress Street a dozen times at least.

*I hearby renounce the practice of adding the qualifier “Maine, that is” or using the shorthand “PWM,” which no one understands anyway, in order to differentiate between this Portland and that Portland, the westerly one, PDX. Why should we be the ones who always have to clarify? Weren’t we here first? Yes, we were. Pac Northwesterners, get used to it: “I live in Portland.” [Pause for misunderstanding.] “Oregon, that is.”

**Not that this is a blog about Portland, per se, except sometimes.