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so salty pieces of coral from surfing Hawaii in the 60's and 70's getting reef pounded living in my body fall through my skin from time to time!

sailing to Oahu

Jimi Hendrix was playing on Oahu. I had never sailed. Surfed Mexico, California, Hawaii! Aw, how hard could it be to sail 90-110 miles from Kauai to Oahu? Piece of cake, right? Remember it was the 60's! This is so bad. We thought we were looking at Kaiena Point,Ohau, knowing we weren't going to make the concert! But at least we were in site of Oahu-wrong! Coy, who had never sailed before, me,who had never sailed before, jeff and Abbott etc. We were looking at the sleeping giant on Kauai! We had done three-sixty's in the night! We sailed on the only tri-marran I've ever sailed on ( except later ) in my life, missed the concert! It was at the Waikiki Shell Ampitheater ( Moon eclipsed . We finally made Nawilwili Harbor! The Skipper tried to give us his boat saying, " It's trying to kill me"! We watched him go stark raving mad not even realising that had we got caught in the channel current we were on our way to Japan! Remember it was the 60's and we were going to see Hendrix. I left out some of the good stuff but I will make up for it later!

Friday, January 28, 2011

leaving San Franscisco-1875

       My personal feelings will remain amiss if I may not place them where they can not come against what I believe to be true.  I left my son as a representitive of our holdings in San Francisco. Wife, daughter and myself sailed but two small days ago, bound for Boston!  They are both below and have released the contents of their most recent meals. They will both adjust, they must.                                                                                                                                                                     My son has survived the absence of his father for years while I found my way back to Ohio. Then we, reunited into the mountains of rediscovery. Our claim was a hard row!  Him young! GOLD.  But refound amonst animals. Mean men.  He, a child, held with all manner of man.
       I,  have left him, stiill, a young man, amongst theives and arbitors of deception.  And yet I not only have trust with my son but have witnessed  his behavior in solving difficult and isolated problems on many levels of the smallest to the highest society;  to what many men of spoiled character but have wealth might consider weak!
      This is not what is bothersome.  He can see what is in the hearts of man.  What is dangerous is because he can: they cannot!  Sometimes the masses of ignorance are driven by liars that have desire for a kind of illigetimate wealth.  Youth fights back to readily. My son has fire.  I swear I also, I have the same.  This does not come lightly.  My son also holds the power and authority of our co-ownership of  the shipping company I am a full partner of from Boston!
       Had I have not come under the wing of Fearsy when I was shanghaid, I would have not survived!    My wife and two children in Ohio and me alive but on, " The Reefer", bound for China with people's laundry?
       I trust my son can handle our business in San Franscisco.  Our home on Knob Hill will remain intack.
He stopped being a child while observing a very simple concept. What does a man want?  He figured it out for himself.  With that understanding a man walks without fear.  In that walk is an honest relationship that demands respect without having to prove or explain it. 
      My son discovered who he is and I know him!  He is a grown man. As yet he hasn't his own family but I believe he will make wrong choices.  It will be a woman of very strong character and internal beauty that will capture his heart.  It will not be for money when she is founded but for love. 
       This is his business.  As mine was mine.  So be it. Times are changing.  I will change with them.  I have a secret goal.  It's not what everyman might desire!  I would like to to see the year 1901.
        Do you think this is much to ask?

Sunday, January 23, 2011

A New Lava Lava

     I think (my first mistake-thinking)  if I don't get my feet back in salty water, I'm dead. (maki ) I've
been on dry land far to long!  My spiritual self is not being shared and can not survive out of life sustaining
water (salty) but another three months.  I don't mind death!  What I do mind is being alive with death.  When I am sailing I am moving and responding to a living Ocean.  When I am surfing I am one with a vibration or a ripple that is in motion.  When I'm sitting on my butt I'm bored.  I can only paddle my canoe so far!
     A fart is only one's body speaking in tongues!  Even silent it speaks in a language understood by whoever is in the room that has a nose!  When it makes sound an ear hears a b flat or is it sharp?  Actually what it is saying is, "It escapes me"!  People need interpreters to understand tongues!  I like the hawaiian word," Kukai"!  Otherwise shi-shi on it!  There has to be a boat going somewhere. PLEASE!!! Take me with you....I can sail butt I can't sit.........................

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Time has come yesterday

      Time is everything to a sailor!  Without a chronometer there is no Longitude.  Longitude
exists  without being measured by time and mathematics. It is a measurement! But it is really there and has existed before it was measured.  One might say, " It existed to be measured"!
A sailor without a sextant relies on:
mechanical societal devices to know where he is in relationship to solid objects that he might run into.
Without radar a vessel might run into another moving in the same condition he is in.  Trust and blind faith, that today is not his day to die.  Fog, rain, hurricane, all the same!  Without knowing where you are, how can you  know where to go?  Does a sailor go blindly into the great otherness?  Yes, he does. He does because in the words of Richard Henry Dana, he is " Before The Mast".  Meaning: Following the orders of those above him,!  Remember Tennyson?  "  Charge Of The Light Brigade"? Even the greatest sailor, Captain John Cook, was under orders from his queen to go where no man has gone before.  Three times.
      One of the things I have learned in my travels is that when power fails, do I?  So far, not. Tomorrow is another day! Any boat 1,000 miles from land will not a 7-11, Cragon's Auto Parts, chandeliers, shipwright, engineer, any parts find!  Jury-rigger comes to mind but it is even more than that!  Your very survival depends on problem solving and usually requires thinking way-y-y-y- outside the confines of " normal" thinking.  To me it is fun, and goes with the turf! (pun intended)....To other's, that would be you, think what you will.

Sailing is like God.  It sounds good but in practice sometimes it is better to allow imagination and fantasy's to remain intact.  Sailing blue water is a complete approach to something one can't control but must be shaped by the force of outside circumstances. 
     Malaria has nothing to do with weather.  It is a part of sailing as is disease, accidents, intents, foreign languages, including cannibalism and very strange clothing and cultural belief systems that support all of the above aforementioned.  To talk about them is one thing.  To experience them would make you a world traveller and a fine human-- but not a God.  Captain Cook was received well in many unexplored places as he was on the Big Island.  I believe he didn't know or understand, " Cargo Cultism"?  When he returned to the south shore of Hawaii, " The Big Island", with a broken cloud, his ship had suffered storm damage similar to when he ran aground on the Great Barrier outside Cook town in Australia!  He didn't know Hawaiians thought he was Lono returned; when he sailed in his first landfall!  When he came back with his broken chariot (cloud-sailboat) they tore him apart and kept the pieces, just in case he really was god.  Needless to say the crew on the returning distressed vessel were not prepared for that response.  The survivors went back to the ship, grabbed their archaic guns, shot a few Hawaiians and got most of Captain James Cook's body parts back aboard to return to England to bury, respectively, for a queen that requested a third journey he did not want to make and did not complete in the body!
      Sailing isn't for everyone but religion is.  Religion is wishing that what appears to be real exists  is without challenging the reality of an imaginative illusion.  You can think and imagine that sailing is wonderful and admire sailors for the doing of it.  Even envy!  After doing it you will have your opinion modified.  Sailing isn't for everyone.  Either is living in Hawaii!  Religion is for everyone.  Spirituality isn't.
Truth constantly makes mistakes because it is searching for itself!  The search is the truth!  No lie.........,,,,,Arrrggghhh, mateys, " The Game Is Afoot"

      Does a sailor sail blindly into unknown universes?  Yes, daily!  One person sails and hates every minute of the experience because they came aboard with a destination in mind.  When one sails, sailing is the destination!  Anything tomorrow brings is tomarrowful!  A sailor smells the present.  The clouds, Ocean, lake or stream, the wind, the particular flavor of what the wind brings with it, the sun or lack of, the heat, the cold, sounds of the wind in her sails, fellowship and sharing of the good and the painful.  Suffering and celebration.  A cup of coffee offered by a Friend who woke up to provide it at the " Dog Watch" under gale force conditions! These things dreams are made of.
      Latitude has never been a problem.  People give each other latitude, even in their beliefs, which they hold so dearly .  And yet, when latitude was all there was,  people still sailed when the Earth was flat.  But only so far.  What a beautiful Ocean on a flat Earth.  God providing an endless supply of water so that it could continually fall off the flat Earth unto What?  Space the final frontier?  No! Into God's cup so He could continually pour more Ocean on us.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Triple lose-third stanza

Hiding behind lies and distortion,
Secret truths, blown out of proportion.
By a friend.
Some friend was he!
Who stold from his friend so secretly!

The things that friend loved
Above all else,

That special friend
Stold for himself............

Monday, January 3, 2011

Damn it! Hanakoa

      People do  things for reasons.  I could lie or tell a false tale for a purpose.  So why would I do this now?
The answer is simple. 
      When you figure it out let me know!  I'm so dumb, I don't know what I am talking about.  I decided something that I felt needed to be discoursed that was very important became nought!
       And then less!  I cn't remember the a I left out of something I have forgotten.  A period!  Your's
or mine?  See-if you can?  A great white----polar bear?
        I don't get it but, then I'm putting ink to paper!  Oh! Shit!  That hasn't happened for awhile...That would be  like reading a book that I forgot about and never read!  Familiar?    What reflection?  When you look
in the mirror, who do you see?  Surely not yourself?  Or do you see yourself backwards?  I didn't yesterday!
I always nevered until I couldn't!  Then I knew nothing forevered came yesterday tomarrow.  How much
fun wasn't that?  You already asked me.......I'm positively negative about tomarrow's yesterday!  Would that be today?  In o sense? 

paradice, two cubes or paradox?

       Where does one go when He starts at the top?  Kauai no ka oi!  Downhill?
Rene Daumal, a frog, died at a young age. 3/16/08-5/21/44..... However he wrote an unfinished book called,
" Mount Analog"!   The premise from his unfinished book is when a man has climbed a mountain,
he knows what is on top of the mountain!   He also knows what is in the valley.  Until he had climbed the
mountain he only knew what was in the valley!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Whangarei, New Zealand

       A right turn and up this river we went.  After low tide mud swill prop turning as we went uphill
we arrived with, " Windigo " intact.  A Roberts 45, still alive on our way to Auckland.  The " Bay of Islands was a thing of the past as was, Dove and Nelson Island, where " The Duke" provided libation for a sailing event the his " Duchess" , in a race yelled, " give way" , I jibed unto a lee shore so that he might win. another race.  I didn't make the point on the jibe but we survived.  I had right of way and was totally committed to the ram.  We are a heavy, well built boat with a solid crew!  I gave way because I am a sailor and can!
      I got my hair cut in Whangarei
.  I think it was my last haircut.  I have long hair that doesn't grow any more or any less.  My beard I trim but not recently.  Now is hiding bad teeth and a great smile.  So long ago
was New Zealand but Captain Cook would say also, " Long Ago ".
      How many people can pronounce Whangarei?  ( fong-ger-ray?  It's like living in Hawaii! ( ha-vy-ee).
It is a quiet little town connected to the ocean.  Old gun turrents in place to protect New Zealand from the Japanese invasion that Australia new was coming. Darwin knows!  The implaced gun bunker is like Point Loma in San Diego and is a landmark to introduce a sailing vessel to the entrance of the river  that ls the way to Whangarei.  I call it the gun tower approach.  Better than leads!
      We stayed five days and enjoyed a quite little inland town that really isn't and doesn't relate to sailors.
It's to far up the river to be comfortable and if one had a choice, Auckland and " The Bay of Islands ", have much more to offer.  Still, one must see it all to form an opinion!  I hold back on those because tomarrow is another day.  Change isn't spare but it is of the essence!  I don't burn bridges that I may have to cross again.
It's not a good idea to hold on to things to tightly, it stunts growth!  Ha!   AARGGugHHHH, matey!

Birth of a human into salt water ocean and character!

         In  1961 I shifted from skim boarding to riding ocean waves.  It was my dads fault.!   He taught
me how to hunt and fish.  Things are what parents did to their children in that day, stage and time!  We surf
fished.  Sand spiked and with a very heavy lead sinker with big hooks that we were able to throw into a surf beach break!  Far out!!  Caught our dinner!
          I loved doing that with my dad and yearly, " the Grunion Run", !  Our family were inland people.  Valley Animals.  I was so young, I didn't know that if we lived inland we were considered outsiders.  I was to young to know what outsiders were?  However, I wasn't such a noviscote to be unaware that if there was a group of outsiders than there must be a group of insiders!
        So, what or who determines the inside and is it possible that anyone allowed a choice would choose to be on the outside, looking in?  Hard to believe, isn't it?
        What fun I had living in Kansas?  Go figure.  Bottom line.  There is no surf in Kansas.  California doesn't have very good waves either, on the best of days.  What I learned is, if you want something, go out and get it.  If I named all the breaks that I have surfed and all the people I have met in many countries surfing said breaks with, you would have no choice but to call me a liar! 
         I thought for a minute I had dedicated my life to surfing!  I was right but I realized later that surfing also involves sailing.  That is where and when I finally met a woman I loved and love. She is my wife. She can sail and that is more important to me than surfing. I met here in Cairns . Australia. She is from New Zealand. When it started to get crowded I thought I might try something else.  Well, it evolved into a life-style.  Sailing.  I sailed so far and so many miles that I finally met my wife.  She is a fine sailor and my friend.  We have been together now for quite a few years and in several countries. 
         I wonder what is around the corner?   I think I have one more trip left in me?  Not sure.  I am weary
because I am growing tired of bullshit on every level.  It is a sad thing but it is on every level and that would be liars!   Do you understand?

Surfers, sailors and friends?

I have been so fortunate to have friends that I call." Friends ", friends.  Once or twice I made an
error in judgement and sailed on a boat that might not have been with a balanced crew!  Some survived,
as people, some may not have survived as friends.  Does it matter?  If it does? Than, some might be called,,
" acquaintances"!  Others might be called," Pirates"!  Few remain friends.
      Pirates are interesting in that they want to take something that isn't their's.  In reality, what defines a pirate is that a country or idea they fought for have been about politics and then been disalighned.  What was a patriot then? Why is he not a pirate now?  Is it because of governmental influence or political alliance.  So who is my friend today?  Whom will be my friend  tomarrow?  Am I a pirate that looks at forty?  Yes, I am a pirate.
       I am a thief of hearts. I love truth, no lies.  I love people and spelling, and talking, sharing and telling
the honesty of everything I have read, for one reason.  What is the value of my life?  Without truth in it,
I am dead.   I have travelled so far to bring joy and happiness into life itself!  How much fun have I been allowed to share in a form of honesty to the best of my abillity?  I will not stop for to do so is death. 
       Many stories I may rely upon.  At times I wish they were gone!  But now I know they can't go- until
I share them all with you, you know!
       Many tales I can embrace with one- for a moments space!  Just when you thought you had seen it alll?
Another tale slides in so small, about a short person with no reach,
        a surfer guy on another beach that looked all the same!  
        How much fun did I have with him, who never got to surf again?
 He died you see friendlesslee, no friend he saw in his night! As he ran so far from sight!
He! Desperately looking for a light, shining so bright, guarding him from his plight, of the rocks
waiting for him to ground and die on that distant shore!  The lonelyness in his heart finely to apply! What had waiting all along There  had been?
Him still waiting for a friend! 
         Sad this tale may truly be, but kind sir another round for you and me?  A pirates tale.with a glass of grog.  helps to clear San Francisco's fog.

The ship that looked to Davy

Date: Friday, December 31, 2010, 8:23 PM

Part artwork, part boat... literally!

This guy has WAY to much time on his hands!

I bet the Coastguard loves this guy.

The Love Love was built to look as if it is sinking

French artist Julien Berthier has designed a fully functional boat to look as if it is sinking. The 6.5m (21ft) yacht was cut in half with a new keel and motor added so it remains in the sinking position while being fully functional. He describes it as "the permanent and mobile image of a wrecked ship that has become a functional and safe leisure object."

Berthier has taken the boat (or should I say half-a-boat) across the English Channel to London and has toured it around Europe , getting plenty of offers of assistance from unwitting good Samaritans, who would presumably be either very annoyed or rather bemused by the contraption.

The designer and artist designed and built the floating installation in 2007. He named his creation Love Love .

Originality and the finances to support it are out there! I would love to sail this boat even if it was in a swimming pool I don't possess! Ha! Happy New Year, Y'all. See you next year! Aloha RB

Well, this reminds me of animals that use their dying death throes as a defense against an undefeatable predator! Try this in Somalia. Set up: all pirates Quack. On the other hand! What a draw to maritime law-distressed vessels! SOS. Nearest vessel come to rescue. Then the pirates ( who set the trap ) rob their rescuers! I liked the dying quail that leads one away from her nest, pretending injury, when there was none. Play dead can be a victory for the bad guys or the good guys! If you can't out run them- die. You're dead anyway! You might survive a bear attack by playing dead, no matter how hard it is to do!. But a crocodile or alligator love dead meat so I don't recommend this pretense in this situation. I do know of two survivors of a "gator" attack. Here is what they recommend. Try and roll with them as they roll. As your arm or leg are broken and the pain is excruciating rolling around and around in a predators mouth, try and hold on to your air and in the rolling try and grab more air. They have a lair where they love to let their future meal age a bit. It stinks from his previous catches. As a commercial fisherman, I am used to very seasoned smells. Look around in their home for very large objects, preferably teeth locking thick branches and large but usable rocks. You will have to find these without light! Some of these sticks or branches will be bones from previous meals. Remember you may be in there for quite some time but since you can remember you are still alive, you've already beat the odds! So. why complain. You should be happy and excited that just maybe, you'll be able to deliver a last blow to a pecking order.  Honorable, as there are so many.

Hope you can access the picture and I hope you never end up in a " gator's stomach!  If you
you do that would mean you were in the wrong place at the right time and you didn't read what I wrote!
     I always figured if I left them alone they would leave me alone!   Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction!
" The meek shall inheiret the Earth"!   I haven't figured that one out yet but I'm getting close.  Ha! 

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