Position: RUFFHOUSING Having learned during the pandemic that any time spent sitting still leads to acquiring stuff, we spent a good part of last summer offloading Aleta’s excess cargo. Of course, as keen readers know, Marlon was unceremoniously booted off …
Position: 47°45’30.8″N 120°39’19.9″W In the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the robin’s breast; In the spring the wanton lapwing gets himself another crest; In the spring a livelier iris changes on the burnished dove; In the spring a young …
Position: LIVING IN THE MATERIAL WORLD “You MOFOs and your FOMO! Sheesh! Get your MOJO back with some JOMO.” – Boris Spinovsky In the realm of first world problems, the psychological condition of FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) certainly reeks …
Position: 1994 I’m a hoarder. I admit it. It’s not pretty, but there you have it. You might not know it at first glance. After all I live on a boat with about 350 square feet of space to put …
Star Date: -299000.0000317098 Here we are at the end of another Gregorian calendar year. I prefer the Julian calendar. After all it was named after my brother. It has been a lifelong disappointment knowing that a calendar named for Gregory, …
Position: 48°50’08.4″N 3°05’05.6″W I’m late this week. I’m often late putting fingers to keyboard ahead of this blog’s self-imposed deadline. I almost said ‘capricious’ deadline, but the deadline serves a purpose. After all, one must have some discipline, however crapulous. …
Position: 35°12’31.8″N 106°36’54.8″W Not who’s the bosque, dummy! The question is, where’s the bosque? And the answer is wherever the Spanish say there’s a forest. Down in Albuquerque, New Mexico, the bosque clings to the Rio Grande River like a …
Position: 45° 31’23.03”N 122° 40’35.34”W What does it take to be a great adventurer? Bear Grylls is a great adventurer. You know the type: fearless, multi-talented, outdoorsman, skins snakes alive, never sleeps by the same river twice, dashing and completely …
Hi Guys! Marlon here! I wanted to let you all know that I’m enjoying my retirement from seadog life. Being a landlubber again has its benefits: no flappy sails, no heaving to for a poo, and plenty of time with …
