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February 03, 2002 Democtratic Restaurantism
Darwinian democracy is alive and well in the nouveau restaurant scene. Or, perhaps not. It's a new democracy for the unorganized lackluster, listless massess. "Sure, it'll take an hour and a half to seat you, but what else have you to do with your time?" MORE
April 06, 2001 The first day
Today, after nearly three months of separation, we finally meet again. I know it's been some time since a fresh article was placed on these pages, but there has simply not been a pressing need to write daily. Not until today, that is. MORE
March 30, 2001 That Donut Shop
I'm sitting in a coffee house near the bay reading email and drinking a latte. There are few things as satisfying as drinking a hot, tall, full fat and caffeine latte and geeking on the computer. Sailing and flying are noteably more satisfying, but as there's not a lot of either going on right now due to a: no sailboat yet and b: nasty winds, latte and geeking will have to do. So, I'm sitting in this coffee house... MORE
March 29, 2001 That Donut Shop
I'm sitting in a coffee house near the bay reading email and drinking a latte. There are few things as satisfying as drinking a hot, tall, full fat and caffeine latte and geeking on the computer. Sailing and flying are noteably more satisfying, but as there's not a lot of either going on right now due to a: no sailboat yet and b: nasty winds, latte and geeking will have to do. So, I'm sitting in this coffee house... MORE
March 28, 2001 That Donut Shop
I'm sitting in a coffee house near the bay reading email and drinking a latte. There are few things as satisfying as drinking a hot, tall, full fat and caffeine latte and geeking on the computer. Sailing and flying are noteably more satisfying, but as there's not a lot of either going on right now due to a: no sailboat yet and b: nasty winds, latte and geeking will have to do. So, I'm sitting in this coffee house... MORE
March 27, 2001 That Donut Shop
I'm sitting in a coffee house near the bay reading email and drinking a latte. There are few things as satisfying as drinking a hot, tall, full fat and caffeine latte and geeking on the computer. Sailing and flying are noteably more satisfying, but as there's not a lot of either going on right now due to a: no sailboat yet and b: nasty winds, latte and geeking will have to do. So, I'm sitting in this coffee house... MORE
March 26, 2001 That Donut Shop
I'm sitting in a coffee house near the bay reading email and drinking a latte. There are few things as satisfying as drinking a hot, tall, full fat and caffeine latte and geeking on the computer. Sailing and flying are noteably more satisfying, but as there's not a lot of either going on right now due to a: no sailboat yet and b: nasty winds, latte and geeking will have to do. So, I'm sitting in this coffee house... MORE
March 24, 2001 That Donut Shop
I'm sitting in a coffee house near the bay reading email and drinking a latte. There are few things as satisfying as drinking a hot, tall, full fat and caffeine latte and geeking on the computer. Sailing and flying are noteably more satisfying, but as there's not a lot of either going on right now due to a: no sailboat yet and b: nasty winds, latte and geeking will have to do. So, I'm sitting in this coffee house... MORE
March 23, 2001 That Donut Shop
I'm sitting in a coffee house near the bay reading email and drinking a latte. There are few things as satisfying as drinking a hot, tall, full fat and caffeine latte and geeking on the computer. Sailing and flying are noteably more satisfying, but as there's not a lot of either going on right now due to a: no sailboat yet and b: nasty winds, latte and geeking will have to do. So, I'm sitting in this coffee house... MORE
March 22, 2001 The World's a Dress
A quick public service announcement in two parts. First, though today's news bit is quite short and somewhat lacking in imaginative content, tomorrow's news promises to be quite interesting. Perhaps I use too much creative license in referring to it as news as it more resembles a work of fiction. But, I promise you, it is not. What you will read in this news section tomorrow actually happened and is the totally honest retelling of a fascinating encounter. Truly. Second... MORE
March 21, 2001 Back from the Pit
Okay, you've cought me. The truth is out. But, you should have known from the start. I am a slacker. I've been one since birth. I could treat your eyes to some of the most colorful, fascinating stories relating the depths of my slackerness, but I don't quite feel up to it right now. I've just returned from the pit. MORE
March 13, 2001 The Portrait as an Expression of Guitar
My brief occupation of a dorm at Loyola Univeristy in the uptown district of New Orleans set the stage for a short-lived collaboration that, at its height, was truly ear-shattering. Mike Chaney and I would pelt out power chords all night, almost every night, until the sun would turn the New Orleans morning sky a slate grey. The chords usually formed an almost passable version of "All Along the Watchtower". Mike would sing and strum. I would strum and ultimately beat upon the strings a thirty minute long solo of dreadfully epic proportions. I'm surprised I wasn't asked to leave the the place earlier as I'm sure my eventual departure was noted with great satisfaction by most of the other dorm residents, and most of all, the floor priests. MORE
March 12, 2001 The Portrait as an Expression of Guitar
My brief occupation of a dorm at Loyola Univeristy in the uptown district of New Orleans set the stage for a short-lived collaboration that, at its height, was truly ear-shattering. Mike Chaney and I would pelt out power chords all night, almost every night, until the sun would turn the New Orleans morning sky a slate grey. The chords usually formed an almost passable version of "All Along the Watchtower". Mike would sing and strum. I would strum and ultimately beat upon the strings a thirty minute long solo of dreadfully epic proportions. I'm surprised I wasn't asked to leave the the place earlier as I'm sure my eventual departure was noted with great satisfaction by most of the other dorm residents, and most of all, the floor priests. MORE
March 11, 2001 Solo Mio
We taxied off the runway following a passable landing made slightly more difficult by the steadily increasing winds. My flight instructor, a thoroughly incredible person considering she has yet to jump out of the plane, wag a long, thin finger at me, tell me I'm utterly hopeless, and walk away, never to be seen again, finally does just that. Well, the first part, anyway. MORE
March 10, 2001 Solo Mio
We taxied off the runway following a passable landing made slightly more difficult by the steadily increasing winds. My flight instructor, a thoroughly incredible person considering she has yet to jump out of the plane, wag a long, thin finger at me, tell me I'm utterly hopeless, and walk away, never to be seen again, finally does just that. Well, the first part, anyway. MORE
March 09, 2001 We interrupt this broadcast
I know everyone must be absolutely riveted to their 19" flat panel, active matrix, lcd screens waiting for the next installment of the "Guitar" series, so I'll make this brief. Or, rather, I'll make today's article rather brief so as not to prolong the inevitable commencement of your period of disappointment at learning that the "Guitar" series will not continue until Monday, March 12th, 2001. Now, for the whyness. MORE
March 08, 2001 Part II - The Portrait of Self as a Guitar
I wanted to be a rock and roll star. I wanted to travel to exotic places, fascinating cities and towns, all over the world, and see the inside of every smoke-filled, drunk-packed bar each new place had to offer. I was the teenage poster child for "live music or die". Or, so I thought. MORE
March 07, 2001 The Guitar as a Portrait of Self
I wanted to be a rock and roll star. I wanted to live the young dude's dream of fame, fortune and a fiery death. Well, maybe not the fiery death bit. I could have been the poster child for the teenage angst movement; music was the ultimate expression of my post adolescent pain. Of course, spending those teen years living in the French Quarter, in New Olreans, meant I had to work very hard to cultivate my pain. Pain doesn't come without hard work. MORE
March 06, 2001 Seven Days in a Boatless Life
NEW and NIFTY: Check out the new Left is Right section in OtherZaniness. They're a little band I play in from time to time. We have MP3's available on this site.

Our very real lack of a sailing vessel is now taking its toll on our collective mental and emotional state. Good Omens is now only a month away from making her land-voyage down from Rhode Island. It may as well be a year. In fact, a hundred years. At this moment it feels as though we'll never leave land life. Stuck forever on this crazy rock. What would Joshua Slocum do? MORE

March 05, 2001 Seven Days in a Boatless Life
Our very real lack of a sailing vessel is now taking its toll on our collective mental and emotional state. Good Omens is now only a month away from making her land-voyage down from Rhode Island. It may as well be a year. In fact, a hundred years. At this moment it feels as though we'll never leave land life. Stuck forever on this crazy rock. What would Joshua Slocum do? MORE
March 01, 2001 A little Different
A little change is good for the soul. Whomsoever was the very first human to speak these words, back in the deep recessess of homo-sapien history, likely did not see another day. Change, big or small, obvious or barely discernable, can be a scary thing. As we prepare to totally redesign our lives from land-centric consumer to ocean-centric survivor, change is with us every step. As our family now experiences change on a daily basis, I thought it only just that we make a little change to the web site. MORE
February 28, 2001 A little Different
A little change is good for the soul. Whomsoever was the very first human to speak these words, back in the deep recessess of homo-sapien history, likely did not see another day. Change, big or small, obvious or barely discernable, can be a scary thing. As we prepare to totally redesign our lives from land-centric consumer to ocean-centric survivor, change is with us every step. As our family now experiences change on a daily basis, I thought it only just that we make a little change to the web site. MORE
February 27, 2001 A little Different
A little change is good for the soul. Whomsoever was the very first human to speak these words, back in the deep recessess of homo-sapien history, likely did not see another day. Change, big or small, obvious or barely discernable, can be a scary thing. As we prepare to totally redesign our lives from land-centric consumer to ocean-centric survivor, change is with us every step. As our family now experiences change on a daily basis, I thought it only just that we make a little change to the web site. MORE
February 26, 2001 A little Different
A little change is good for the soul. Whomsoever was the very first human to speak these words, back in the deep recessess of homo-sapien history, likely did not see another day. Change, big or small, obvious or barely discernable, can be a scary thing. As we prepare to totally redesign our lives from land-centric consumer to ocean-centric survivor, change is with us every step. As our family now experiences change on a daily basis, I thought it only just that we make a little change to the web site. MORE
February 25, 2001 A little Different
A little change is good for the soul. Whomsoever was the very first human to speak these words, back in the deep recessess of homo-sapien history, likely did not see another day. Change, big or small, obvious or barely discernable, can be a scary thing. As we prepare to totally redesign our lives from land-centric consumer to ocean-centric survivor, change is with us every step. As our family now experiences change on a daily basis, I thought it only just that we make a little change to the web site. MORE
February 24, 2001 A little Different
A little change is good for the soul. Whomsoever was the very first human to speak these words, back in the deep recessess of homo-sapien history, likely did not see another day. Change, big or small, obvious or barely discernable, can be a scary thing. As we prepare to totally redesign our lives from land-centric consumer to ocean-centric survivor, change is with us every step. As our family now experiences change on a daily basis, I thought it only just that we make a little change to the web site. MORE
February 23, 2001 From the Mizzen - Heather Tinnaro
Hi! I must confess having grave misgivings about writing a column for the website. Not that I am not a confident writer, or that I don't very much enjoy sailing. I love everything about our Shannon, except the fact that she is so far away. No, it is not all of that. MORE
February 21, 2001 New Weekly Article
New is good. More is better. These two tenets have driven human development for thousands of years. In fact, they are directly responsible for the marketing genius that has given us the Whopper, The SUV, and two for one specials on cod at the local market. Today, SailGeek is happy to announce the addition of a new weekly article guaranteed to bring you more of what you come to SailGeek for. MORE
February 20, 2001 Another Step Closer
Today is the house inspection. The couple that are buying the house are likely feeling both excited and anxious today. They can't wait to see the inspection results, good results, we're sure, and a big green light in the house purchasing process. It was only a year and a half ago that Heather and I were anxious with anticipation for the same reason. MORE
February 19, 2001 The Miami SailOnly Expo
It was my first attempt at attending a boat show in Miami. The plan was this: drive to Stuart, Florida and spend the night with my dad. Next morning, drive down to Miami with dad and enjoy the first day of the show - hopefully the least crowded of the five days. Drive back to Stuart that same evening to spend the night at dad's house again. Head home the following morning. Everything appeared to be going as planned until I eased my car onto Florida's Turnpike. MORE
February 18, 2001 Oh, Ye of little faith
Yes, it's true. There have been no new articles written for three days. You could say there has been a noticeable dearth of SailGeek articles. And let me tell you why. First flight lesson, Miami Sailonly Expo, driving back and forth across the state of Florida, Spalding Gray, a fire drill, cleaning September Song, new beard trimmer. Need I go on? And today, Sunday, there will be no article yet again. "But this is an article", you say. You are so very trusting. No, it's not. This is an excuse for not writing an article. Come back tomorrow! I promise great things on Monday. MORE
February 14, 2001 First Flight Day
Today I'm cycling across town to the little municipal airport in the heart of the city. It's a strange place to plant that much concrete and noise, but it's amazingly convenient. Nestled between Tampa Bay and downtown St. Petersburg is Albert Whitted Field. It could have been luxury apartments. It could have been a lovely park with stands of old growth oak trees and good, hearty grass, perfect for a nice game of touch football or soccer. It could have been a romantic bay-side resort with pink painted walls and a dark red, tile roof. It could have been a lot of things, but it's not. It's an airport. MORE
February 13, 2001 Home Migration
It has finally happened. I don't believe I was prepared for the eventual realization of this reality. Of course, we certainly intended to sell our home, but the process creates a frantic air of self organization that precludes the opportunity to examine and feel what is actually happening and becomming. And the reality that has suddenly come into being is one in which we no longer have a home. We are homeless. MORE
February 10, 2001 Last Soccer Day Redux
Deja Vu, that's what this is. Perhaps a time warp. Maybe I'm cought in a strange, suburban soccer rerun. Perhaps I'll never know for sure why last week's final soccer game is now this week's final soccer game. MORE
February 09, 2001 Morning Routine Fire Drill
A brilliant shaft of light falls upon my sleeping eyelids. I notice it faintly and somehow integrate it into my dream world. The shaft of light becomes the flash within an explosion of seawater. A giant squid has just shot through the water's surface, danced upon the early morning horizon and is now slowly sauntering over to the boat to talk to me about global warming. Before the squid can finish its diatribe about the state of fossil fuel consumption the entire scene evaporates into something that resembles a place I've been before. I'm lying in my own bedroom in my land-locked home. MORE
February 08, 2001 Hanging at Wallaby Ranch
Yesterday's incredible adventure at the Village Inn was only the prelude to a riviting day reliving a brief moment of my past. Sitting at a lavishly set table atop the vinyl covered benches of the VI with a few close friends, I was certain the day couldn't get any better. I was enjoying an incredibly tasty short stack topped with a hint of maple syrup, fascinating coffee and great conversation focused tightly on our yesteryears. I certainly wasn't prepared for a sudden trek out to "The Ranch". MORE
February 07, 2001 Hanging at Wallaby Ranch
Yesterday's incredible adventure at the Village Inn was only the prelude to a riviting day reliving a brief moment of my past. Sitting at a lavishly set table atop the vinyl covered benches of the VI with a few close friends, I was certain the day couldn't get any better. I was enjoying an incredibly tasty short stack topped with a hint of maple syrup, fascinating coffee and great conversation focused tightly on our yesteryears. I certainly wasn't prepared for a sudden trek out to "The Ranch". MORE
February 06, 2001 A Village Inn Morning
It's an incredibly exciting Tuesday morning. The adrenaline is flowing like red hot torrents of liquid fire through my body. My senses are acutely accurate and aware this morning. Is that a lady bug crawling on the upstairs left-most window of the house across the street? Perhaps it's early morning eye sand. MORE
February 05, 2001 Slow News Day
I noticed there wasn't a new article posted to this site yesterday. I found this rather odd, but realized that since I'd not prepared an article for Sunday there was a fairly good chance one wouldn't suddenly materialize. SailGeek has definitely hit a period of slow news. At this point we're not actively working on anything other than getting our kids through the school year and worrying over thousands of details relating to our June departure. Thousands of details we've worried over a thousand times already. For some reason, however, I'm not particularly enjoying this small respite from the fray of constant preparation. MORE
February 03, 2001 Soccer's End
Today is the end of soccer. The last game starts at 9:00am. Our children have enjoyed this season more than any other in their short soccer careers and I must admit to a feeling of pride in watching them mature as soccer players. Today brings with it a hint of sadness as well since this will likely be the last time either of our children play an organized game with this group of kids and coaches. MORE
February 02, 2001 Good Omens Progress
The work on Good Omens began over three weeks ago. Quality Yacht Services in Tiverton, Rhode Island is performing much of the work, guided by the steady hand and good sense of owner Mark Perry. In three weeks they've finished nearly half of the three page long to-do list. I'm at once elated and troubled. MORE
February 01, 2001 Good Omens Progress
The work on Good Omens began over three weeks ago. Quality Yacht Services in Tiverton, Rhode Island is performing much of the work, guided by the steady hand and good sense of owner Mark Perry. In three weeks they've finished nearly half of the three page long to-do list. I'm at once elated and troubled. MORE
January 31, 2001 Guthrie's 8th Birthday
It's hard to believe that eight years ago, this morning, we were greeting our son, Gurthrie for the very first time. We had planned ahead and made arrangements for the meeting to take place in the tiny bedroom of our 1960's era apartment on the fringes of downtown Tampa, Florida. Gnarly fringes, at the time. MORE
January 30, 2001 Cycling Weather
The weather we so much desire and, in fact, encourage for sailing makes cycling an absolutely grueling experience. We have recently started cycling again since we're not actively sailing right now (strange how refitting a boat in Rhode Island is not condusive to sailing it in Florida). The cycling gives us plenty of exercise and works the edge off of my 'A' type personality. MORE
January 29, 2001 Another Monday
It's Monday again. How many of these days are there? 4056. That's the number of Monday's an average male human in America can expect to experience. 2444. That's about how many I've got left if I can be considered an average American male. With odds of 50/50 that any particular Monday will start like this one, that gives me 1222 more opportunities to wake up and say, silently to myself, "It's Monday again." MORE
January 28, 2001 Bowling
It's the most wonderful time of the year. That is, if you're an insatiable American football fan. Today, as everyone knows, since one can't listen to the radio, watch the evil eye, drive down a quiet neighborhood street or visit a web site without being harrassed by commercials, signs and banner ads, is Super Bowl Sunday. So, in honor of this most sacred day SailGeek is holding a moment of silence. MORE
January 27, 2001 Existence
The next time you find yourself surfing through the cable channels - which, according to various surveys of "average America" households, will be within the next few hours - do yourself a favor and bypass the movie eXistenZ. Don't even read the little preview some cable companies offer in their channel guide. Just live your life. You don't need this odd bit of cinema. Your life is full and well-rounded enough without it. Please move on, nothing to see here. Why? Okay, I'll tell you. MORE
January 26, 2001 Existence
The next time you find yourself surfing through the cable channels - which, according to various surveys of "average America" households, will be within the next few hours - do yourself a favor and bypass the movie eXistenZ. Don't even read the little preview some cable companies offer in their channel guide. Just live your life. You don't need this odd bit of cinema. Your life is full and well-rounded enough without it. Please move on, nothing to see here. Why? Okay, I'll tell you. MORE
January 24, 2001 Our house.
It's a strange thing, opening up your home to complete stranges and letting them walk through it like some very personal family museum. Perhaps museum isn't quite correct, since everything from the walls, to what's hanging on them is for sale. But, art gallery is too pretentious. Flea market probably fits best. MORE
January 23, 2001 Varnishing... the Stairs?
Today we varnished. Well, not actually varnished, but polyeurethained. Strange, but it doesn't quite produce the ring that "today we varnished" does. MORE
January 22, 2001 Varnishing... the Stairs?
Today we varnished. Well, not actually varnished, but polyeurethained. Strange, but it doesn't quite produce the ring that "today we varnished" does. MORE
January 20, 2001 Boats Leak?
They do. Terribly. Constantly. Behind your back. Right before your eyes. At the most inopportune moments. Boats leak. One of the most notorious culprits is the common portlight. MORE
January 19, 2001 Boats Leak?
They do. Terribly. Constantly. Behind your back. Right before your eyes. At the most inopportune moments. Boats leak. One of the most notorious culprits is the common portlight. MORE
January 18, 2001 Getting portlights clean
I stared. They stared back with grimy indignation. I opened the folding knife I keep with me at all times for just such occassions. They continued to meet my gaze, unaffected and disinterested in the blade in my hand. I attacked. I slashed and scraped and poked and stabbed. Apparently BoatLife is tougher stuff than I thought. I would need more than a mere blade to remove the eighteen year old goo clinging to the portlights. MORE
January 17, 2001 Portlight Serenade
The inside of the warehouse sounded like a sortie of F100 fighter jets, essentially massive jet engines with a pilot on top quite popular in the 1950's. The contraption responsible for this audio air attack was a jet heater lurking on the floor in the middle of the warehouse. Its job was to heat the work area, which it appeared to accomplish by keeping all of us humans in its presence in such a state of nervous anguish that we shook ourselves warm. It worked. This cold war era beast and the long underwear I'd purchased yesterday at Sears kept me from freezing to death while I worked to remove the port lights from Good Omens' trunk sides. MORE
January 16, 2001 A Week of Boat Yardishness
I spent this past week in the winter wonderland of Rhode Island working on Good Omens, our 1982 Shannon 50 Ketch. The trip was planned a month in advance to take advantage of good airfare rates and a hotel and rental car discount. The primary reason for trekking the zillion miles from sunny Florida to freezing Rhode Island: remove and clean all the boat's port lights (the bronze window fixtures that reside in the port holes) and prepare them for reinstallation by the boat yard. Oddly enough, during my planning round table discussions with myself I never mentioned that this time of year rarely creates temperatures above thirty degrees in Rhode Island. I froze. MORE
January 15, 2001 Capt. Bligh, my hero
Like most men in the male dominated small boat captain's society, I have been, on occassion, refered to as Captain Bligh. Usually the two words are spoken with a sneer of disdain, and a hope that they'll bite into the psyche with the untidy abandon of a deranged northwestern grizzley on crack. And for most male captains, the receipt of this most dreaded epithet certainly does. I, however, do not fear the likeneing of my captaining ability to that of the great master, Bligh. MORE
January 14, 2001 Capt. Bligh, my hero
Like most men in the male dominated small boat captain's society, I have been, on occassion, refered to as Captain Bligh. Usually the two words are spoken with a sneer of disdain, and a hope that they'll bite into the psyche with the untidy abandon of a deranged northwestern grizzley on crack. And for most male captains, the receipt of this most dreaded epithet certainly does. I, however, do not fear the likeneing of my captaining ability to that of the great master, Bligh. MORE
January 13, 2001 Return from Snowy Rhode Island
The first question to enter your mind is "Do I really want to read an article prefaced with the trite, smarmy title "Return from Snowy Rhode Island"? The second question to enter your mind is "Where did I put that Thomas Kinkade calendar"? Surprisingly you realize there is some portion of your psyche that is masochistically drawn to smarmishness. Though you outwardly appear to squelch this abnormal emotional tendency, inwardly you feel as though you are incomplete without it. You are drawn to the smarm, comforted by the triteness of what might lay waiting within such a title. Come closer... MORE
January 06, 2001 Soccer Day 2001
It's the first soccer day of the new year. It's amazing how the dawn of a new year changes a parent's outlook on their children's soccer games. MORE
January 05, 2001 Title Here
My partner heads off to Key West today. She's flying there with her mother for a winter weekend getaway. Twelve years ago she would have been flying there with me for a winter weekend getaway. Strange how time alters reality. MORE
January 04, 2001 Just visiting...
Visiting with September Song feels like visiting a very sick relative in the hospital. You don't know exactly what to say; what not to say. You know that each visit marks a time that much closer to the end. That much closer to the day you'll say goodbye and it will be the last time. MORE
January 03, 2001 Just visiting...
Visiting with September Song feels like visiting a very sick relative in the hospital. You don't know exactly what to say; what not to say. You know that each visit marks a time that much closer to the end. That much closer to the day you'll say goodbye and it will be the last time. MORE
December 29, 2000 the Family
It's raining this morning, so we won't be teeing off at 0930 as originally planned. I was going to play golf with my partner's father and two oldest brothers today. They're as much my father and brothers as Hers now. We've lived almost within walking distance of most of my partner's family for nearly a decade. MORE
December 28, 2000 the Family
It's raining this morning, so we won't be teeing off at 0930 as originally planned. I was going to play golf with my partner's father and two oldest brothers today. They're as much my father and brothers as Hers now. We've lived almost within walking distance of most of my partner's family for nearly a decade. MORE
December 27, 2000 Phelgm Boy
According to our computer calculations, yesterday did not officially exist. We had originally thought that it was simply a bug in the mainframe database, but have since been notified that, in fact, the database is operating properly. Though you may have memories about yesterday, I assure you, they are false. MORE
December 25, 2000 the Family
Merry Christmas! Now, put the mouse down and slowly back away from the computer. Seek out your family and have a fantastically peaceful day with them. MORE
December 24, 2000 Cold Man
Surprisingly, perhaps only to me, I'm still sick. My head is about six feet in diameter and feels like a cream filled donut. I think my nose, disgusted with all the abuse, packed up and left sometime in the middle of the night. I think I'm quite ready for this to end. It has to end. It's Christmas eve. MORE
December 23, 2000 Cold Man
Children are so giving. They give their love, they share their favorite toys, they give their time... And now they have given me a tidy little virus package. MORE
December 22, 2000 Us back from the road
We are home. For a family that is expecting to sail off into the great beyond aboard a small boat, we sure do enjoy coming home to our land-stuck house in Florida. This worries me a little bit. MORE
December 21, 2000 Us on the road
As yesterday's article was somewhat non-existent, and as we're still not yet back from our trip to North Carolina, today's article will be quite brief. Contrary to previous accounts, we did not return from North Carolina this past Tuesday as originally planned. MORE
December 20, 2000 Us
The article today was late in arriving. In fact, so late was it in arriving that it's really never arrived at all. MORE
December 19, 2000 Mr. Fishgil
We're driving home from North Carolina. I wish we were fishing instead. If you've been reading this series for the past few days you know how much I love to drive. It's one of my favorite things. Right up there with chewing broken glass and cavity searches. MORE
December 18, 2000 Senior Dstelletto
Today we're in North Carolina witnessing our brother Nick's fly in. He's flying from his aircraft carrier (actually, if you're an American citizen, it's your aircraft carrier) to land at his base in North Carolina aboard a very large helicopter. Again, if you're an American citizen, it's your helicopter. MORE
December 17, 2000 Mr. Distelletto
If you're reading this I'm driving. It's possible that my partner is driving, but that's about as likely as our six year old daughter driving. It's not that I like driving and want to keep all the fun to myself. I hate driving. MORE
December 16, 2000 Flasko Dellama
I'm not a writer, but I play one on the Internet. MORE
December 15, 2000 Bernie Moyter
I don't like them. I am surprised I exchanged perfectly good money for something so worthless. I am amazed that people get paid in order to make them. Yet I continue to go to movies that I think I'll like. MORE
December 14, 2000 Bob
It's finally time to start ordering parts for Good Omens. We have selected one yard to do most of the work and asked them to give us pricing on everything from a new diesel generator to new standing rigging. We hoped that since we were planning on doing a lot of work (and thereby spending a lot of cash) at this one yard we'd get a good deal. I call this the Sams or Walmart approach to boat outfitting. We're finding however, more work and more equipment just means more money. MORE
December 13, 2000 Bob
Today the sign goes in the front yard. We bought this house thinking we'd live here forever. It's been just more than a year since we moved in and now we're preparing to say goodbye. MORE
December 12, 2000 Bob
Have you ever spent an entire day working like mad to finish a project only to realize, once it's done, you've accomplished nothing? Of course not. Well, perhaps once. Monday has officially snatched me bald-headed. I'm so very glad it's over. Aren't you? Now we can get on with our lives since Tuesday is one of those "mover and shaker" days. MORE
December 11, 2000 Bob
Monday Monday. It was, for it's time, a great song. However, as a day of the week, its dawning can be earthshattering. Perhaps this changes once one awakens each day safely floating upon the water. Perhaps then Monday is merely playfully moist. MORE
December 10, 2000 Bob
It's a fantastic fall Sunday. Well, fall-ish. Florida's not really known for its autumnal experience. Yesterday was soccer day and today is American football day. MORE
December 09, 2000 Bob
Today brings soccer and reality. Gone is the anxiety of seemingly eternal waiting replaced by the sweet smell of trampled grass and hot coffee. Saturdays are soccer days. Today we can forget about boatish things and concentrate on the truly important aspects of life. MORE
December 08, 2000 Bob
Today is one of THE days that punctuate our lives with phrases like "remember the day we...". Today we close on our new-to-us boat, Good Omens (originally Bon Ami). We've been looking foreward to this day for nearly three months now. And thanks to Dave, Lisa, Mark and Steve we're ready to go. We've been waiting so long; I wonder what we'll do tomorrow? No more waiting - now we really must get ourselves prepared for June, 2001. MORE
December 07, 2000 Bob
Tomorrow is a big day. We close on our new boat, Good Omens. She's described, though not in great detail in the "New Boat" section below. She's dreamy. We've spent nearly three months searching for and finally getting this boat. There's so much more work to be done before we're ready to sail away in June. Stay tuned. MORE

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