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03 May 2011 @ 16:49
"Lord love a duck", as a high school pal used to say, probably to accidentally avoid saying the wrong thing yet express some exasperation with a situation.

Superman's author/creator similarly had the Daily Planet publisher utter such comments as, "Great Caesar's ghost" in place of common epithets.

[Sigh] (tm) seems to crop in my texting these days in frustrating/frustrated moments.

I've successfully continued to turf stuff. Yay!

However in that paper tail have been old household account bits, in this case an old Sears store credit card and some of it's account records. Now some folks may be too young to have ever seen a store credit card. They were what would be considered an in-house issued card and account. In the day, before loyalty or affiliate bank credit cards some folks had "both" of the major department store chain cards in their wallets or purses, Eatons andSimpson's</a>, later Simpson-Sears.

Eatons is no more, period. Sears Canada is sort of what's left of Simpsons. This meant that once upon a time one might have carried several non-bank credit or charge account cards.

I'd unearthed enough paper to warrant shredding, and the modern enough Sears card. On the back it reads, "Honoured throughout Canada and USA at all retail and catalogue stores of Sears Canada Inc. and Sears, Roebuck and Co."

While it was highly probable that the account was truly closed, for some reason I wanted to check on that. Having dropped in to a local Sears store a few weeks ago and being given some kind of central number to call I attempted today to do so. Well the toll free number was readily answered by a menu system, many options were given by an overly laconic female voice. The funny thing about this was how, when it "checked in" with me every now and again, it's style so contradicted it's message. "Your call is imporrrrtant to us", on the one hand, "Someone will be right with you". However, "Calls are taken in the order received", and of the course the caution that, ". . . this call may be recorded that we may have a good laugh later over your expressed frustrations, that is if you actually wait long enough to talk to a human."

One of the reasons I suppose I was waiting was I hadn't entered any number buttons having been initially presented with the opportunity to enter my 16 digit card number. Well guess what? This old card has only nine numbers on it.

"Did you say only nine numbers sir?" That was what the second person said. The first was interested and would've entered anything I'd turn over, however for some reason I thought to ask where they were located. "Asia, Sir. Is that a problem?" Umm, yes. We're talking personal and financial information. Internal information, not simply the use of one's card number for the purpose of making a purchase. There'd been some phrase used in the greeting that wasn't that clear. What was clear was it sounded like a third party outfit. Well, it was, and in "Asia". I asked for one in my country. Now this first person was actually helpful in offering a representative in Ottawa. It wasn't initially that clearly expressed. "I'll give you a French agent Sir." Once understood though this seemed like a reasonable step, however the person I reached in Ottawa minutes later on (my mobile phone -- tick tick tick tick) also turned out to be external to Sears Inc. Yet it seemed as if I was getting closer. Now, after 13 minutes of music-on-hold, painfully much louder than any of the interspersed stored (why do we still say "recorded"?) voices, I might have reached a Sears representative, in-company, in-country. I had great difficulty hearing them and asked if they were there, might speak up, etc. then heard a louder click followed by a canned message that if I thought I had been disconnected in error they were grievously sorry about that and my recourse was to call back, to a number I hadn't been given. Arrgh.

After some deep breathing, calming exercises and with intent to remain focused and calm and get this done, I called the only other apparently central company number that might connect me with some form of customer service -- the telephone catalogue line. After putting up with pseudo adverts attempting to induce one to leave them alone and tackle what ever one wanted to achieve via their web site, hardly a spend your money with us approach, I reached a person.

About to start over (now 18 minutes in) I again thought to ask where they were, "(Indecipherable), sir". "Pardon?", "oh, Asia Sir". "Before that?", "Oh, the Philippines sir". Hmm, does Asia sound more palatable, or is it for those North American customers who may have sketchy geographical awareness of country locations? Dunno. This wasn't working for me, however she happily gave me another number for a HQ/customer service number apparently in Toronto.

Five minutes and a mess of stored voices, messy menus, louder music, and general tiredness of this, I reached a human, the last I would talk with on this matter. A minute in I decided to confirm she was indeed in T.O. "No sir, I'm in ___ , Texas." Wow! First person from within the (big) company and still not one (audible one) of these people in Canada. She listened kindly to my focused query. Yes, I'm actually getting better with at least attempting to stay with the main and important point. She was able to satisfy me that these cards and their accounts were long gone. Sears Inc (or and Roebuck & Co.) had been purchased by K-Mart some years back, the increase in required financial services appeared to mean more work so it had been contracted out to Citibank. Not having received a notice of that, or an offer to change my account over, I'm quite sure it was closed, as I'd intended a few years back.

My half hour of telephone customer service interaction had been completed. I can shred the paper and destroy this bit of Canadian retail history. However Sears "Canada" credit card holders (the bank credit card version from Citibank that is), your transactions and financial customer service are conducted off-shore, whether in the USA or "Asia". Enjoy and hope that they secure your data and information better than Sony Corp. recently has. [1][2]
 
 
Current Location: City of Gardens
Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated
 
 
sailarrgh
30 June 2012 @ 09:53
I take mine (compost) to my d/f's (dear friend) place. Mostly since I can and don't have to drop a bundle on worms. I don't have much to "throw out", and the presence of some mid-weight, bulky, really cheaply constructed viscose & cotton socks would not have been welcome in my "garbage". Yup, compostable.

According to common sense, and an article in ecosalon, one can. They have other interesting, related articles.

They also give one a "Flash Cookie", or LSO, Local Shared Object. Thanks Adobe, thank you to all the fine folks that want to track the stuffing out of our on-line activity. That activity, and we, are not products. It's personal behaviour and activity.

Flash, overall, may fade away with the arrival sometime of HTML5, the next generation of web page markup language. I'm unsure if this would have any affect on use of LSOs, in this form. Mebbe. Here's hoping (A good indicator, YouTube, a division of Google's EEWASF (Evil-Empire-With-A-Smiley-Face) is experimenting with using other than flash video (FLV) to bring compressed videos to the masses. Get real, use VIMEO.)

Until then, if one uses Firefox as a web browser, get the add-on Better Privacy. It will tell one of said cookies, let one see them, and let one mark any for retention while one blows the remainder away. There are some informative and useful links in the text of the add-on/extension page worth perusing.

There are other stand alone LSO/"Flash Cookie" editors.

Off to the compost then, with old socks and d/f's spiffy shears. "I'm off to my love, with a boxing glove, ten thousand miles away . . ." (parody lyric)
 
 
Current Location: City of Gardens
Current Music: Mariners & Milkmaids, TO Consort
 
 
sailarrgh
Black Out Speak Out .ca image

Today I, along with 'undreds of others, "blacked out" a web site I had some say over. We did this in solidarity with many many other folks who are still citizens of our country, to speak out against federal bill C-38.

This imperfect attempt at an omnibus bill is removing legislation thoughtfully created by Canadians over time to protect the country and to, in part, give us structure and process to review projects.

The coalition of the Canadian Alliance (formerly the Reform Party of Canada) and the Progressive Conservative Party of Canada, doing business since 2003 as the Conservative Party of Canada (not your parents Progressive Conservatives), is not only selling us a bill of goods, they are using our money to tell us it's good.

(That last link is actually a pretty through go at explaining the differences between liberal and conservative politics, today, yesterday, here, in the UK & US, by Wayne K. Spear at the National Post)

Visit http://www.blackoutspeakout.ca/ or write to your MP. A reminder: it's free to send paper-mail to them, thus far. Write while you can!

I highly recommend you also visit and read a most excellent piece by Briony Penn at Focus Online

May Day, m'aidez

By Briony Penn, June 2012

How environmental protection in Canada went the way of the dodo.

I don't say this because I know Briony, or agree with everything in it, though I do, both. It's because it succinctly exposes a great deal about what bill C-38 is out to do, how the CPC government is attempting to rewrite the younger generation, and why Emperor Harper has no clothes.

One may wish to download that issue. It is available as a PDF file accessible from that page or directly (48 pp., 17 MB)

If one wishes an audio visual explanation of what bill C-38 is doing to your country, review this video in which Elizabeth May Clarifies Deliberately Confusing Bill C-38.




Alternatively one may just wait for the introduction of the White Box (Rick Mercer's explanation -- "Conservative Clean Air Act")

 
 
Current Location: City of Gardens
Current Music: Pete Morton - One Big Joke - Lucy
 
 
sailarrgh
This can't be about ice climbing memories as I have a very small number of those, maybe a handful from Thunder Bay back in the early '80s. I enjoy(ed) climbing gear and systems, understand them, and could do a bit with them, though my greatest "climbing" feat was talking new, nervous folks over the edge on to a rappel descent. So, while I'll admit to being a bit of a ski mountaineer and enjoying that very much I was mostly an owner of ice climbing gear more than a user.

However I had the great company of people I met in the mountains and elsewhere (mostly Thunder Bay & Calgary) that did that.

Working at Yamnuska Centre (Seebe, Alberta) in the spring of '80 & '81 and summer of '80 I met folks like John Lauchlan, James Blench, Sharon Wood, Albi Sole. In '93 when I started working at the Hostel Shop in Cowtown I met Dick Howe, Malcolm Talbot (Tabs), Diana Knaak, Mike Sawyer, Murray Toft and more. Dick invited me 'round to both the Rocky Mountain Folk Club and the Calgary Mountain Club with the result that I hung my hat at both for the next several years.

A few times over the last year I've reluctantly acknowledged a lessening need to maintain the current state of my small library. Today while once again thinning the stock of my bookshelves I took a another stab at the outdoor recreation section. Volumes on Icecraft, Rockcraft, old cross country skiing info and the like, followed now unneeded naval and nautical references and fiction into the for-sale pile. During this adventure I encountered "Waterfall Ice -- Climbs in the Canadian Rockies", by Albi Sole.

At first I flipped through it a bit, then caught myself reading portions, holding my place in a few sections. Eventually I gave up that approach to the task and went to sit down while reviewing the bulk of it.

Published in 1980 my copy was still steaming when I purchased it, hot off the Rocky Mountain Books press. I'd seen Albi assembling data, chapters, photographs and the like in the evenings at Yamnuska Centre the summer of that year. In those days Yamnuska Mountain School (at Yamnuska Centre or "Yam") was co-located with Camp Chief Hector, both a part of the Calgary YMCA then or effectively so anyway. Meeting some of our contemporary pioneers and adventurers of Canadian mountaineering and climbing was more than just interesting. Taking a weekend course here and there with folks that took on some mighty big things, then and later, was mildly mind blowing in retrospect. However most folks are . . . folks and it was just nice to have encouragement of one kind or another from people interested in the environment they chose to operate in. After hours was fun too.

A decade or so later, through the bit of the overlapping RMFC & CMC crowd I hung out with, I heard of other names. One, a dear friend of another, is the one this book is dedicated to -- Bugs McKeith. I've met his partner and daughter, both a delight. Funny how, at a New Year's do in Tofino just this or last year, I heard just a little bit more about this particular adventurer. Some new-to-me mountain friends here on the Island knew him when they lived in Calgary.

So, flipping through Albi's book was an interesting tying together of some threads of a few lives. More, much more, makes sense now than it did back then when it was fresh. Names, the context of the activity, what folks were like, who did what, all tie together in a new way. Keep the book? Hmm, I think it will move on from here so someone else may read of this period. I have this rereading of it and of course this entry. Quite a few of that group of people are still about or more importantly there are folks who know or knew them. According to the CMC web site Dick was recently presenting just this past week at one of their slide show evenings -- "A Scotsman in Canada" (also the name of his first music album. RMFC Records 8701 (cass)).

One of the best behind the scenes moments from those two brief periods I spent at Yam was a of few of the climbers hanging about with a cuppa after dinner one evening.

I'm sure it was Albi and John who were recalling and comparing two spectacularly different climbing seasons.

The first one had seen little in the way of success or even activity in spite of attempts at supportive behaviour, i.e. early nights in, balanced diets, exercise, physical preparation and training, even early starts to the mountains.

The second -- with plans made on the spur of the moment, phone calls the evening before, maybe, or that morning, with or from folks who'd been up partying or working the night shift, the questionable choice of fried breakfasts or brunch and late starts were the result if not the rule -- where so much more was achieved.

This memory was the one I chuckled at years later, and years ago now, when reading the CMC World News (newsletter cum gossip column, ed. David Dornian) and encountering a description of the "Canadian Alpine Start"*.

Give it a read.

Fair winds
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Defn.
Alpine Start - "Snow and ice conditions often change over the course of a day forcing climbing parties to climb in the early hours before the sun melts the snow or ice making it unsuitable and more susceptible to avalanche. This tendency to climb in the morning has led to the term "Alpine Start". An "Alpine Start" is an early start that ranges from starting at 11:00pm of the night before on long routes, to not long before sunrise for shorter routes or faster parties. An "Alpine Start" must begin in the dark." from Wikipedia
or an alternate at About.com

* A Canadian Alpine Start (paraphrased) -- "Called up to go climbing by a friend on Saturday morning, who has just finished the night shift, to meet in Canmore about 10:30 a.m. at the Drake for an artery stopping breakfast that would make a Scot proud. Only to leave the trailhead noonish and thusly end up bivouaced on the mountain with a Cup of Noodles and no lighter for the stove. Epic."
 
 
Current Mood: reminiscent
Current Music: The Baltimore Consort - Watkins Ale, Music of the English Renaissance
 
 
sailarrgh
30 December 2010 @ 22:24
Listening to "As It Happens" on CBC R1 this evening, I heard Shelagh Rogers had been recognised as an Officer of The Order of Canada.

Wonderful. She has been a lovely part of my CBC Radio experience over the years. It was during this AIH interview that I first heard she battles depression.

Wow, you go girl.

So, I missed this story the fist time around.

Having a listen to this video hosted on YT I can understand what she means about performing, entering a familiar area or arena, or the putting on of a "great old sweater, and proceeding in a way I understood." This is how folks survive, and live, to a point.





 
 
Current Mood: impressedimpressed
Current Music: Radio Havana Cuba or HCJB from Quito, Ecuador, not sure which, on 6050 kHz
 
 
 
sailarrgh
29 December 2010 @ 23:04
I just stumbled, again, upon the Jeff Bigler and Nancy Gilman "Christmas Light Display Rating System". I found this last year in an unending tidying of Morris dance links for Vancouver Island Morris, and now for Island Dance. I was collecting ABC Music tune files and ABC notation info and such, as well as Morris dance side ("team") links when I found Jeff's site.

How seasonal. There have been reports in the local weekly of in/famous displays in their last year. Chit chat amongst neighbours and friends of sights seen during the visiting and new camera season. There is also darkness that supports the easy viewing of light displays and the need to walk off YAOLM (yet another overly large meal).

A dear friend of mine has one interesting display around the corner from their place. This is one we saw in the daytime while oot for a wander on (nearly) International Turkey Day. It didn't look like much to me then, bits of wood lathe with some mildly ugly strings of wire and other bits. A few (early) evenings later the site/sight had taken on a completely different look. While mildly attractive it easily rated a "That house" category on Jeff & Nancy's scale.

While I've come to enjoy the almost comforting glow of some of the LED strings, well, of certain colours anyway, there have a been a few, maybe earlier models with poor regulation, that appeared to have an uncomfortable flicker.

So, check it out their scale and rate your neighbourhood. Of course be sure to tell them to "get it down!" if the displays are up much past 16 January.
 
 
Current Location: near a table
Current Mood: fullfull
Current Music: Loudon Wainwright III - Suddenly It's Christmas!
 
 
sailarrgh
04 November 2010 @ 11:39
Mmmm. Home made whole wheat bread, toasted -- topped with real peanut butter, ginger spread and hazelnut spread (Sunny Boy, Ginger People, Nutella). Ah.

AND! dark roast organic coffee. AH.
 
 
Current Location: duh, in front of the puter
Current Mood: satisfiedsatisfied
Current Music: Kevin Burke (and gang) - Open House
 
 
sailarrgh
27 June 2010 @ 23:17
Wire is heavy.

I kid you not. This weekend was Field Day. To some folks every day or week day is field day, however to ham radio operators this is the ARRL Field Day (American Radio Relay League, hell of an old name). This is really the oldest event for amateur radio operators to get out there and set up equipment, typically in fixed temporary configurations and make as many contacts as possible. We call this Portable operation. For the complete nerd or person who likes to get this right, a hand held radio is really a Mobile, even in a coffee shop. Portable is not-going-anywhere-in-a-hurry, mostly due to cables antennas and such all being configured for the station.

So, FD is simultaneously a contest, a public education or outreach event and an emergency preparedness activity. I've had fun with it from before I acquired my radio operators certificate Amateur, as it was known "back then". Somewhere in my collection of slides (film things we used to take with cameras before flash cards, then trap friends and family to bore them by projecting all of the recent batch of newly processed pics) are a number taken from on high from temporary radio support structures, or masts, of FD sites. A few non-public events had funky additions of fluorescent tubes taped or wired to wire antennas, where they'd flash along with the Morse code (CW we call it, Continuous Wave) or 'Phone (voice). Nerdy or what. The odd 807 or wobbly pop might be part of the mix along with classic guy fud like chili and such. Ugh.

Anyway, living near a harbour side walkway with some nice parks and trees I've only had to wander down to the water side to string up some wire antennas and operate portable fairly close to home. My participation did not cover the whole of the on-air period this year as I was still a bit pooped from a recent trip to Trawna for ECD, a conference and dance weekend, and regional sojourns to Cedar for the Mid-Island Country dance's Contra dance on Friday and our own Victoria Contra on the Saturday.

Nevertheless, I finally dragged myself out for a few hours of operation today.

One thing that spurred me on was the accidental discovery yesterday that the small HDD of an old tiny laptop computer, the palm top of it's day a Toshiba Libretto 50, yup a Pentium 50, was not dead in fact. It had just been resting. So I cleaned quite a bit of it off or up and checked out Genlog32, an efficient Windows based radio contest/event logging app. This gave me handy logging capability with dupe checking (can't work a station more than once).

This is old kit, but runs. We're talking an 850 MB hard disk drive folks. I'd found an 2.5" HDD of about 10 GB to replace it (the BIOS only sees to about 8 GB) with the thoughts of putting some small Linux distribution on there. However I only have 16 MB of RAM so we'll see how far that gets as a project. Right now it's running Win95B so may only find it's way to Win98SE.

Pulling some bits and pieces out I ended up with a fairly hefty pack. My Yaesu FT-817 radio with stock mic, Heil Traveller headset and adaptor, a 5 Amp Hour battery pack, two lengths of coax, wire dipole antennas for 20 & 40m, a longer bit of wire for a random wire antenna, some ground or counterpoise wires, a Half-Square antenna (more wire) for 20m, a tiny MFJ-16010 manual tuner for random wire antennas, a small automatic tuner (LDG Z-11), coax patch cable for either tuner, DMM, multi-screw driver, electrical tape, several whips (2m BNC connection, 2m AEA Hotrod, 10m telescopic whip, stock rubber ducks), Antennas West QRV kit thing for throwing line over tree branches, three hanks of parachute cord and three light tent pegs, umbrella, Thermarest chair kit, fleece vest, rain jacket, ball cap, dried cranberries, hazelnut chocolate and water.  Oh, right the wee computer, two spare batteries for it and a paper back up for it. Whew, and I still had to desolder a banana plug from another antenna wire to add to the long random bit of wire. I knew I had some however I'd recently tidied the apartment and of course they were hiding. Glad I had the chocolate, and the throat spray handy.

The mess of gear had grown beyond what I had first imagined.  I was on my own this time, so I didn't want to have to break the station down and return for something if I overlooked any single item.

The best and closest tree, a nice old Garry Oak my friend RPG and I'd used several times in the past as an antenna support, had suffered significantly in a Yule season wind storm about three years ago and been removed from Rainbow Park, so I had to venture further afield. I ended up walking the West Bay harbour walk toward and into Esquimalt from Vic West and discovered it was a very low tide day as we get this time of year, month, season. Spring tides, nothing to do with the season of spring, more the alignment of the moon and sun providing a greater total gravitational pull on the body of water, had left gulls and herons standing idly or carefully stepping about the flats. Of course this condition also leaves a lot of the sea lettuce exposed and lying there, smelling on the foreshore. Yum.

I found a handy oak with a good branch clear of leaves and had good  fun rigging it all. I tried the 40m dipole set as an Inverted V, thinking I might see how truthful the claims of the LDG tuner were. Well, the tuner powered up, along with the rig, however I never saw an auto-tune condition. Was unable to determine SWR from the rig meter, never saw ALC movement nor a straight power out level on modes using a carrier (AM or FM). I swapped antennas to similarly rig the 20m wire as an Inverted V. California was good, as were Ore. and bits of Washington. I even heard the odd VE7 (BC). Hmm.

I popped over to VE7SER (a 2m VHF repeater) to request an audio check and had two stations report I was fine. Hmm.

While we've had rotten HF conditions with such a weird lack of sunspots I've usually been able to work over half the folks I could hear. The lack of any contacts was quite disappointing and I eventually pulled and packed all the gear, getting back in time for a tea break and other such necessary breaks.

Setting up the rig with a dummy load I found I could hear it's transmissions on my FT-857. This fit that I had good audio reports and together these checks indicated I probably hadn't blown my finals (final RF amplifier section or PA). This is good. That section is common across all bands so it wasn't like it had blown on HF only to work fine on V/UHF.

Thus far I've only found one clue on a support group under the subject line "half blown finals?" which may indicate the drive transistors have failed.

So, after sleeping on it I'll dig out an external power and SWR meter and check out the radio output.

I called my friend L. to see if there was a scale with which I might determine how much this collection weighed. No such luck, so since I wanted to work out what it might be I cast about for other heavy items. Most of a 10 kg bag of flour didn't seem to be as heavy. Then I remembered some jugs of water I have stored. A 23 litre (5 gallons) was about the same. Wow, that'd be 23 kg or at roughly 2.2 lbs / kg, nearing 50 lbs which matches comments I've heard about a gallon of water weighing about 10 lbs. Ugh, too heavy. Off to find lighter batteries and make up some antennas I can run straight from the rig without recourse to feedline. Maybe.
 
 
Current Mood: nerdynerdy
 
 
sailarrgh
06 June 2010 @ 00:28
Lif.  
"Today, my friends, we each have one day less, every one of us. And joy is the only thing that slows the clock."
- Travis McGee in John D. MacDonald's "The Scarlet Ruse", 1973
 
 
Current Mood: thoughtfulthoughtful
 
 
sailarrgh
22 May 2010 @ 00:25

"Foggy foggy day
How am I to find my way?
Radar's out and LORAN too,
I am so very, very, very, very blue.

Navo's on my case
Skipper's in a race
What am I to do today
I really don't how to find my way?

Foggy foggy night
Not a single star in sight,
Astor went out with the vis.
I wonder where I is."

---
Tune: go ahead, guess.
likely circa 1984
It never got longer, the piece that is.

No idea why this occurred to me just now, however I thought I might as well write it down somewhere I can find it.

More? Hmm, okay.

I had a wonderful skipper, a number of times. Parts of the summer of '85 on the east coast, then in the autumn of that year for the two and half month Great Lakes Deployment (Halifax to Thunder Bay and back). Mike Hodgson had been the first Navigating Officer of HMCS BRAS D'OR, the Canadian designed and built Navy hydrofoil. A real character, I learnt a tremendous amount from him.

He the habit of taking his morning constitutional on the Quarter Deck. [Naval tradition has it that the Starboard side of the Quarter Deck "is" the Captain's. Well, the whole ship is his, however this approach to living in close quarters is to give the man some room to call his own. A place to wander, think. Additionally, we followed another tradition of not speaking to the Captain first thing in the morning, unless he spoke first or it was after Colours.]

Commander Hodgson had a penchant for telling me jokes when first encountered on a new day, which was good and bad. It often made it difficult to talk for several minutes after. A number of them would not likely see their way to this type of page, however maybe one example
will do.

"Mornin' JD", "Good morning Sir. "Did you ever hear the one about/did I ever tell you the one about . . . the telegrapher's daughter?", "No Sir" (grinning in anticipation).

"Well, she was only a telegrapher's daughter, so she 'did it' 'cause her dadah didit." Heh.

Of course this doesn't really clear anything up as the premise of the joke is hidden from most by the use of radio/wireless telegraphy (morse code) phonetic terms. Sorry.

Dah or dadah to us is what you'd probably think of as "dash or dashdash". Dit is a dot.

Okay, I'll just stop there.

More! Hmm, okay.

On board the LADY WASHINGTON we had a wee notebook known as The Brig Haiku book.

One's watch (group of sailors on deck/duty for a set period, the length of the watch in fact) might generate something, typically on a night watch, to amuse the next watch.

I loved one that my friend Brian had written about being appropriately dressed for the conditions and level of activity while on deck, however later being aloft (up in the rig(ging)) being much too hot. Wish I had its actual wording.

I came up with what I realised later was not a genuine Haiku (17 syllables). I believe I can tweak it to make one though.

We had three watches on board, or I might say the crew was divided into three watches. I was in Stacey's 'C' watch with Brian and Erin during the transit from Aberdeen, WA to Sausalito, then Sacramento, CA (late autumn '04). We had great fun as three of us were the prevalent singers on board. All we had to do was not tap our feet on the deck above the Captain or Mate's bunks during the night watches. Not good for survival.

My entry became something more along the lines of a brief Dick and Jane piece.

See 'C' watch
See 'C' watch sing
All songs
Are C songs.

So, has this a chance of becoming a Haiku? Not likely, however if you have suggestions please forward them.

Mark Rosenstein has some fun sailing Haikus on-line.
http://www.apparent-wind.com/haikus.html
 
 
Current Location: All at sea
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: Songs of Thomas Hardy's Wessex