Off go Reid Stowe and sailor Soanya

I first wrote about Reid Stowe here and I must confess that my tone has been bugging me. Deep down I greatly admire Reid and his vision while at the same time being equally skeptical.
Good luck to them both.....I somehow suspect that the schooner Anne will return from her voyage with only one crew member...which one will it be?
Follow the journey at Reid's blog

LATER:
PLEASE PUT THIS GUY OUT OF HIS MISERY (AND SAVE POOR SOANYA)
First, he blundered into a US navy live-fire exercise, then he ripped his main while reefing, now he's smacked a freighter in the middle of the night and tore off his bowsprit and screwed up his jib and staysail stays. Only 985 days to go! see for yourself.
These are not equipment failures but rather lapses in seamanship. As I mentioned in earlier posts, the dude's a menace on a boat.

Sir Mixalot does Lotarot via Camelot

bad day on the high sea

Meet Brandon Bird

armies have their uses...

..for example, the French army recently installed 600 one meter square reflective panels in the shape of Roman numerals on the sands of Mont Saint-Michel, a small rocky island off the coast of Normandy. The island’s 150-foot abbey spire cast a shadow three quarters of a mile long that swept across the numerals, making the timekeeper the largest sundial ever constructed, beating out Jaipur, India’s Samrat Yantra.
see the video
(Thanks to the Kircher Society)

I know he and the way he talk

The phone rang for Cameron, who wasn't there: "Tell he to call he wife." she said.

Edwin said on another occasion: "I know she. I fix she car for she."

I gave Veselka a ride to work. She yawned, I yawned, and we joked about taking the day off and napping. "Yes, you could be sleeping under a tree like you got no owner," she said.

fat feet

Yesterday was a big, busy day in the boatyard. Yachts coming and going and folks being very demanding. Somehow my feet felt very painful at the end of the day. The tops of my toes were tingling, as if tiny ants were nibbling on my nerve endings. Somehow the thought crossed my mind, and kept returning, that I would be well served if I could only immerse my feet in a vat of boiling oil. It seemed a soothing prospect! The mind is a wonderful organ.