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on fall....
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there's no mistake i smell that smell.... it's that time of year again i can taste the air.
there are several things that i intend to do differently this year. for one thing, i'm not going to break any feet... or anything else for that matter. going back to the island sounds good. i don't know how i found it so boring and old. all i've been dying to do lately is run down long beach boulevard or go for a two hour long walk on the empty beach from beach haven to ship bottom and home again. plus i miss my contemporaries. actually that's partly a lie. darren and kinzler are the only two i can actually put up with...
after Ti comes out, i'm taking some time off and spending some time on island before returning to npt and eventually heading south. |
Posted: 9:09 AM, Sep. 21, 2008 |
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On Maple.
| just thinking about ali boulala and shane cross this morning. ::sigh:: but mostly about ali. i was watching his first Sorry video... those were the days.
skate contest on saturday with Nate in Norwalk CT. |
Posted: 9:12 AM, Sep. 10, 2008 |
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On Gossip
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so every idiotic story told at the IYAC begins the same way:
"SO THERE we were. eighty nautical miles east of the flemish cap. the sea was angry that day, my friend... but I stepped onto the foredeck and said BEHOLD! EVERYTHING IS FINE! I AM HERE!!...."
i can't think of how this one is any different, but i've sure heard many renditions of a simple snafu over the course of 24 hours.
SO THERE WE WERE... motoring... nigh DRIFTING about with the main up and luffing rather lazily. everyone was doing the same thing waiting for the RC to get their act together, determine a course and get this show on the road.
but there was neither show nor road because there was no wind. i was glad of the rain. but alas it was honking at an impressive .5 kts with gusts up to 1.
Nirvana decided to come up from behind passing across our transom from stbd to port. they got a little close as david swung his boat to their port and caught our mizzen boom in their mizzen backstay. i was in the cockpit for this fiasco and witnessed our topping lift popping as the boom crutch was pulled out of its purchase. Ti was dragged along with the ass end of NIRVANA. crash. our boom listed to port and then came sweeping down as it had nothing holding it up but the ever tipping crutch. i recognized this as my opportunity to get the HELL out of dodge in case the crutch should fail. as I look up to get out of the cockpit, I see David standing sadly on the back of his boat apologizing while his backstay pulls off the top third of his mizzen and immediately bashes him on his head. blood everywhere. all this and he still can't stop apologizing. i felt really bad.
not a whole lot to that story. that's what happened. no big deal. at the end of the day, Ti merely had a scratch in the varnish and the important thing is that david is okay.
for the last two days i've had people coming up to me reciting all kinds of idiotic fabrications of what NEVER happened... no, TI never hit anyone. no, i was not at the helm. and no, it's not a big deal. so let's all talk about something else, thanks. |
Posted: 11:01 PM, Aug. 31, 2008 |
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on aeroplanes
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I’m afraid that I cannot take care of any sort of business matter without a confrontation, no matter how small. this is because i outwardly express my feelings of dissatisfaction immediately as i feel them. sometimes even before.
today at the airport the “gentleman” attending the security area did not ask me if i had my mac in the computer bag that i was visably carrying. i put my carry on, laptop, and vineyard vines bag through the x ray and stepped out on the other side. as the person scanning the bags came across my computer she said it had to come out of the bag and go through again. the “gentleman” reached for my computer bag, rifled through it, manhandled my little white precious, and then slopped it back down in a different bin to do it again. i looked him dead in the eye and said “Careful.”
“Careful what?” he obviously wanted to show that he had no regard for my belongings, and he was not going to humour my condescending remark.
“Sir please do not scratch or mark my computer. I would never handle it that way. that is why it is kept in a case.”
he ignored me after that, and good on ‘im... the last thing i need is to get into a shouting match with airport security personnel AT the security gate.
i have a theory that on any given airline coach class, you have an almost perfect sample population of the entire american middle class. lower, middle, and upper middle. for whatever reason, it’s all there. here is an entire planeful of people who i would never typically decide to spend a second of my day with all crammed within close proximity for a few hours. lovely. to my right and back is mister chatterbox. he uses his cell phone more than i do, speaks louder than i do, and complains more than i do. those three statements right there should let you know exactly what kind of intolorable imbicile he truly is. he’s wearing some sort of brick red sporty polo... reminds me of the movie 40 year old virgin. he could work in that electronics store right now.
behind me is a rather unsavory fellow in a harley davidson shirt. the exact sort with long frizzy grey beard and hair pulled back in a pony tail. probably longer than mine for all i know. it’s gross. his wife has a detectable southern drawl. they are very excited to be on this plane and don’t i know it. they are having the stewardess take photographs of them. upon takeoff he thought it was a good idea to make engine noises, and everytime we turned he SWORE he could feel the Gs...
from what i gather, they are going through the “sky mall”... “hon remember that table we picked up for 30 bucks at the yardsale? three-hundred right here!” basically i am getting a full narrated journey through sky mall.
and for free. what a deal.
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Posted: 7:19 PM, Aug. 22, 2008 |
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on not making conversation:
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at the beginning of the dock there is a poorly affixed swinging gate notifying straying tourists that this is a private area for owners, crew, and guests.
people are having a terrible time with this private dock concept. i wish to just lay here with my computer or my coloring book and not be bothered. this is not a ****ing boat show. don't walk up to a stranger who is trying to enjoy some peace and quiet and engage them in conversation. i don't walk up to YOU, WHILE you are NAPPING on your work break and ask you how OLD you are, where you are from, where your parents are at, how tall you are, how much you weigh, or if that is your real hair color....(?)
and the only thing worse than the people with the requests and the questions are the ones who just whisper amongst themselves like you're not even there, but purposely just loud enough for you to hear clearly what they are saying. this type of behavior serves three purposes. it gives them a chance to show you that they are too pretentious to speak to you, to hear themselves talk, and to prove that they have prior knowledge about the yacht.
and i guess the step above those people are the ones that do the same thing but have compete misinformation. sometimes i bother to correct them, and sometimes i don't do anything so they'll LEAVE sooner.
some smaller annoyances are the dock stalkers who decide to vocalize how attractive of a yacht it is. i have yet to determine an appropriate response:
"Yes, my eyes function as well."
"Are you telling me this because i look like i have poor taste and you don't expect me to think this is a pretty boat?"
"thank you i built it myself back in 1936."
"I'm sorry the owner is not on board right now but i can take your name address and info and inform him of your opinion."
"Scott ponies up half a mil a year in crew salary and day labor... is beautiful the best word you can come up with?"
oh i'm having such a weird day here at the boat basin. home sweet nantucket boat basin. ::sigh:: chappy is ON the high speed as i speak which means i have somewhere in the neighborhood of an hour to get a terribly obnoxious bite mark off of my neck which has been taking up residence since TUESDAY night. it is most... hey Shep from Vineyard Vines just came by to talk to meeee. Maybe random dock chitchat isn't aaaaall bad.
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Posted: 2:24 PM, Aug. 16, 2008 |
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