We had a little renegade GRAMMY® viewing party last night at our place. I could name some of the attendees, but of course I’d have to kill you. (But you might recognize some of them in the picture. And I can confirm that Timothy P. Green was among them.)
My MyFItnessPal app says I had five beers, which is strange, because I feel like I drank a gallon of ether this morning. Perhaps my tolerance is down what with this new diet and all. Sadly, I missed my 0600 wakeup today, which breaks a streak of 6 days.
ANYway… Just a few observations I’ve noticed: Continue reading
What else can I add? Read and decide for yourself.
Death By Auto-Tune
For sailors or the idly curious…here’s how the trip North from Key West to Ft. Myers Beach went. I originally intended to sail further North towards Boca Grande and jog South a couple of miles to Cabbage Key; but I ended up jumping into Ft. Myers Beach at Moss Marina to wait out a northerly gale and regroup from the 24 hour bash into the wind and waves. Lots of noise, lots of diesel fumes. Continue reading
People seem to know everything these days. Continue reading
(from Cabbage Key, Monday 27 October, 2014)
I’m sitting in the cockpit of Jacie Sails, facing East, with my laptop set up on the detachable cockpit table. The rising sun is blinding, but this is where I want to be: hunched over with my beard and Cabbage Key ball cap shielding my face and eyes enough to see the screen as I type.
The <shift> key has grown a crunchy, sticky bed of congealed beer from an incident last trip—from which I will spare you, dear reader, the details. Continue reading