I am pleased, once again to host the Carnival of Maryland, brought to you by the Maryland Blogger Alliance. Every other Sunday some blog somewhere hosts this carnival, which brings you fascinating stories from the Free State. If you live in, used to live in, or have a second cousin you visited once in Maryland and you write about in on your blog, you may want to apply for membership in the alliance. You can do so through the Maryland Blogger Alliance link. Maryland related posts, even by non members can be submitted for the next carnival through this link http://blogcarnival.com/bc/cprof_1134.html.
We have fourteen posts in this edition of the Carnival and they look like this.
ShoreThings brings us a collection of aerial photos of the Chesapeake Bay, taken by photographer Cameron Davidson. Just like the picture above. I have stretched ShoreThings‘s permission to use this photo all out of shape by using it again here under the “it’s easier to beg forgiveness than ask for permission” theory. Forgive me?
Creating a Jubilee County: Prince George’s Co., MD went to a small, local inauguration ball right in Prince George’s County. It wasn’t crowded, cold or hellishly inconvenient.
Monoblogue points out that a proposal to fund the State Children’s Health Insurance Program by raising the Federal tax on cigarettes may not work because it might encourage people to quit smoking. Let’s hope he’s right.
Humor, Nostalgia, Local Color or Something:
Arts and Music:
For the last Carnival of Maryland, at The Greenbelt, Clark’s Picks (that’s me) brought you “the best unknown guitarist in the world,” Roy Buchanan, from Washington DC. This time, for the sake of fairness and equal time, here is Danny Gatton, the other, and better known, “worlds greatest unknown guitarist,” with a rockabilly showpiece from Austin City Limits. He lived in southern Maryland.
Science and Environment:
The Political Octagon “ excoriates Martin O’Malley for bragging about preparing for the effects of global warming and taking steps to lessen it’s effects, then suggests that the only thing to do is run for our lives, possibly to West Virginia.