My long-time friend Thomas is a great creative mind. He draws and creates things prolifically and with a greater degree of detail, skill, and depth than anything that I can do. Still, I don’t feel any sense of competition with him; just inspiration. His drawings can be seen over at Mission Azul, and while sometimes less based in reality than mine, they still move me to want to improve my drawing skills. Continue reading “Details Matter”
I got the chance to take the helm of a 30 foot keelboat last weekend. It had soft cushions, a head, a bimini, and a nice big electronic chart above the wheel. Music drifted out of two speakers strategically placed in the back of the cockpit. When we got tired of fighting the current, we cranked on the diesel engine and motored back to the dock. There was good company on the boat, but I didn’t enjoy the sailing as much as I do on RowBird. To be fair to the keelboat, it could have been a Herreshoff, but because I’m in love with RowBird, it wouldn’t have mattered.
“I want to go whaling for my half-birthday,” I told my wife.
She glanced up from her new book, but she didn’t need to speak. The doubt in her eyes said it all. Continue reading “Who Wants to Go Whaling?”
Walking into a fabric store is walking into a woman’s world, often a middle-age women’s world; and I like it. I like the variety of colors and textures, I like the array of notions (zippers, buttons, threads, etc.), and I like the possibility; the idea that with all these raw materials I can make anything I can imagine. Continue reading “Women’s World”
“She’s Swiss, and she’s older than me. He is besotted with her. Because she’s new and exciting, I guess, even if she was born in 1963. In bed last night, I couldn’t get through a paragraph in my book without him talking about her technique.”
That’s what my wife posted on the online message board where she hangs out. Continue reading “My New Girlfriend”
I’ve been contemplating destroying my surf gear again. Surfing has made me waste countless hours splashing about in the frigid ocean. It has lured me to approach waves as big as a two story house and as long as a city block while paddling on my stomach. It has caused me to neglect vital aspects of land-based life. Continue reading “Surf Disease”