he died with a felafel in his hand

I know I've been harping on about this for awhile now - well very sporadically for awhile now... As we all know. I've been a bit shit with updates these last few months - but yes harping on and all and not at all about shitty public transport (though I do have a few sharp words to say about tram patrons and these so called '') but indeed about my ongoing JobQuest™As I'm sure most of you are aware. JobQuest's are usually a fairly uneven mixture of 'fun' and 'not fun'. While this recent spate of JobQuesting has had a good amount of 'fun' - ie getting interviews for jobs that I don't remember applying for responding to Key Selection Criteria points detailed as 'Must have significant experience of the Internet'. 'Must be willing to attend team lunches' etc - it's also had more than its fair share of 'not fun'. So this morning whilst doing a quick review of what I've been applying for in the frantic hope I could maybe piece together what exactly I'll be interviewing for next week (and what exactly I've told them in my application). I was kind of surprised to find that I had somewhere along the lines of 22 incomplete job applications and only five fully completed and sent off apps. Until recently. I'd more or less figured I'd sent off at least 20 of the buggers.. and looking at the apps. I could see why. Almost every single unsubmitted application was entirely complete save for one unanswered Key Selection Criteria point. In fact one of the unapplied for documents did indeed have every point answered albeit one point succinctly answered with the word PORN! courtesy of (who was kindly delivering a cup of tea to my office at the time). Other applications had some points filled with total gibberish a fairly safe indicator that I'd tired of writing corporate wank-speak and had instead resorted to repeatedly punching the keyboard with my head. Others still contained pleas of finding some kind of magical workplace where I could wear shorts and thongs and t shirts all the time and not have to speak to anyone except for the tea lady who would bring me cupcakes and interesting mail. Later comparing my semi-completed applications to my bank account details. I further determined what exactly went wrong. It seems that at each point in the breakdown of the application-writing-process - presumably often accompanied by the words "Fuck it! I don't want someone to pay me tens of thousands of dollars a year to do this thing I like doing. They'll only want me to do other things too and lets face it. I won't be truly happy until I can turn up at 11 wearing tattered jeans" - I had resorted to giving myself a break from the whole debacle and rewarding myself for a job well done by buying random shit on the Internet. Upon this discovery my immediate thoughts were to amend my response to the afore mentioned 'Must have significant experience of the Internet' statement to something along the lines of:The Internet is my realm. As demonstrated in my current position. I have wide ranging experience in Internet based research (my wikipedia skills surpass all in my field). I have soundly displayed my ability to interact on it (forums fear my awesome wisdom). I successfully use the Internet as an efficient communication tool (In this last week. I have spent at least 6 hours writing messages to contacts on MSN) and I have extensively demonstrated my ability to purchase shit on it like no one's business (my bank account is now empty. I have a week to wait until payday - but at least I'll get some really cool mail soon). Additionally. I have been proactive in my workplace in utilising the Internet as a form of new media (I have a flickr account). To demonstrate exactly how serious this situation has become here's a quick list of what I actually know I've ordered in the last couple of weeks...- A tshirt- An unknown quantity of Kevin07 car flags (I was hoping you can attach them to the bonnet)- A variety of christmas and anniversary gifts in ridiculous excess (totaling six packages so far)- A DVD (He died with a felafel in his hand)- Some CD's (Atari Teenage Riot)- A swimming pool (Yes really)- And finally a. The purchase I'm most excited about (not including gifts. I get very excited about gifts) is the cat camera. This thing is fucking awesome! It's a itty-bitty camera that's programmed to take a photo every minute until the battery runs out. You attach it to your cats' collar and off it goes on soon to be visually-documented adventures! Now we have two cats - one is a psycho killer bitch cat who is rather fond of Fandango Jones and I think we can safely assume that we're not going to get the camera anywhere near her neck. The other cat is a big fluffy pool of happy molasses who loves just about everyone - He is a truly awesome animal. Not only will he not mind the camera around his neck he probably won't even notice it; If he does he's likely to consider it his new best friend. I can't wait for this camera to arrive.. we'll finally get to see the adventures of Guinness - and while a lot of that will probably be photos of him napping under bushes. I think there'll probably a hefty dose of awesome cat adventures.. you know running about on rooves visiting other cats chasing rats flying miniature hot air balloons and wearing aviator goggles.. you know the normal sort of activities cats get up to when no one's watching. But I digress. Purchasing things and generally wasting time on the web seems to be my way of avoiding annoying and boring issues at hand. And now that's sorted. I'm going to finish my post duly abandon my variety of half finished job applications work and assignments and go and purchase myself a beer. After all it's a terrible day to waste sitting inside and I clearly deserve an award for having such an awesome cat. Sincerely,The Rantolotl. PS - OMG it's Angry Pants Man. Long time no see.

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5/10/06We cruised thru the night to the something reef off the North West Bahamas bank. Laz and I took turns sleeping on the couch and standing watch. It wasn’t as grueling as it could undergo been. The weather was clear and the moon was nearly full. Overnight the engine room was covered in hydraulic fuel. They think it has something to do with the stabilizers. Oh well at least it got us across it would have been miserable without them. We had 2-3 ft seas the whole way over. Once we hit the reef it got a bit rough but nothing to write home about. We are figuring Sy out. I think he’s a little embarrassed to run us ragged so he doesn’t express us until the last minute that there will be a dress of plans that will affect us; like losing a night of sleep. You know you are in trouble when he says; “WELL” with a brush aside question mark that lingers. “By the way Laz. I was thinking…” So far that was followed by lets do the night crossing and I’m going to bed. Then the next morning he did it again with; “You know what? I’m feeling pretty good today so let’s motor thru this stop we were going to make and add 10 more hours to our journey. The other “saying” to be wary of is; “I’m not cheap but…” Oh well it is gorgeous here and he is excited to show us all that he knows of the Bahamas. It’s like traveling with your grandpa except he’s your boss. His saying for me is; “Do you know what I’m going to let you do for me?” I’m sure he would like my response to be “EWWWW! I can’t WAIT to find out.”5/11/06I opened the hatch to greet the day as a lighting bolt struck the water not three feet away. It was pouring rain and lighting everywhere. We were to go to Marsh Harbor two days early because we lost a hose in the stabilizer over night during the crossing. My attitude has dramatically improved with the combination of wine sleep and a little nooky. Quite a few squalls passed thru before we set off. Sy being an avid boater for the past several decades is pretty nervous when it comes to doing standard things desire raising the tender or just setting off. It is gorgeous out to day; sunny and breezy with big puffy clouds. Seas are relatively calm. We are leaving New Plymouth a charming little town at Turtle Cay. We went in last night to take care of customs and see if we could get any hydraulic fluid. It seems most get around by golf cart the narrow streets lined with little white cottages garnished with brightly colored shutters not having room for much more. We had zero energy to explore especially knowing that the more measure we took to check the place out the later we’d have to work rinsing down the boat and getting the stabilizer problem sorted. Got soaked heading back to the boat and felt Sy was doing it on intend just to annoy me. I can get very bitter when I’m beat. Washing down the boat recovered me though. I love the silence and rhythm of being alone on deck. It makes one ponder many things. I thought about what kind of boat we’d like to move to and how to get there about how Debra could marry a man her fathers age. Thought about how Sy seems a restless and lonely man and that we are his paid friends. Today I feel for his plight although how sorry can you feel for a man who has everything. He wants to be liked but doesn’t know what to say to get there. He’s either instructing us on what we already know or what he’s already told us or he’s making jokes about how lucky we are to be getting paid crap and the privilege of spending 24/7 with him. Oy vay is all I have to say. The good thing is we’ll get a great knowledge of the Carib and we can use that to further our career. The good thing about going thru an agency is that whoever chooses us won’t be cheap because they’ll undergo spent money to get us. I’d like to work on a boat with an owner who lets us do our thing and trusts and respects us. Who has had crew before and pays come up. I want to make no less than $125,000 a year from here on out. I also know that I have to get on this book thing because we can speed the whole process up for retirement and pleasure. No matter I’ll use this time to get my story done and go from there. The breeze has turned a bit chilly. The sand is so white here and the village looks lovely.5/14/06Laz is fixing the gasoline meter in the front of the dinghy and Sy is sitting in the back of it watching him. That pretty much sums up what we are dealing with here. Last night we went to dinner and it was so weird. He doesn’t want anyone to know that we are crew or that he has money. So it looks as if we are hanging with him because we be to and we don’t get paid well enough for that. He gets bored so easy and he does annoying things that drive one mad. Like what he is now doing; hovering around under the step I am writing on trying to get a look up my skirt. Fortunately I planned ahead for just this occurrence and he got no view whatsoever. Last night he was checking out-no leering at young woman up and down and back again licking his lips and rubbing his belly. He’s the kind of guy that just can’t be alone. He needs to be entertained like a three year old. They say two year olds are the worst but it is the threes that are the pits and that is exactly what he is. be UP 3 YEAR OLD BEHAVIOR AND COMPARE. As soon as dinners over what’s next? As soon as he gets up he wants to be played with and coddled and complimented like a do by. Then there is the other part which is the grandpa old fart side which is telling us; you know I’ve been boating for 50 years and I’ve always done it this way. He turns off water faucets with your soapy hands under them because he’s a sailor and he doesn’t like wasting water. He’ll make you sweat your balls off because he doesn’t want to use a generator – so no a/c. He’ll look in cupboards and wipe his hands on the walls and say; "You know this ride could use a cleaning." while you have your hand in his toilet scrubbing it. And almost everyday he says; “I’m not cheap but…” followed by some penny pinching statement. Now Debra’s coming and she is anal to the max so how is that going to be? Could be good in that she can guard him for awhile or she’ll just be one more person to entertain. At least I enjoy talking to her. I’ll have to go shopping soon and now I have to figure out din din.5/18/06After spending what seemed like an eternity in Marsh Harbour we are now at Man o War Cay overnight to get us ready for the trip to Harbour Island. While in Marsh we went to the Jib Room for steak night (Sat night) and to Willies where Sy said they alter the beat ice cream Sundays. We didn’t have one though. Sunday before Debra got here Sy took us out to Hope Town to see the lighthouse then to Man o War Cay and Guana Cay where we went to Nippers and had some really good food (Turmeric cabbage rice & beans mac & cheese and ribs) I got a sunburn. We met up with friends of Sy's who seemed like very nice people. Its funny Sy says he has friends everywhere but people seem to wave and cease. He acts just like a journey guide and he really gets into the telling. He was leering up a act at nippers where every girl was in a bikini. He told us he’s been married 4 times and although his last wife was the most gorgeous Debra is the best. The radio thing gets on our nerves. He leaves it on all day on 16 and people are just shouting and its just white noise. Channel 68 in the morning is when Patty comes on and does her Abaco air of weather news trivia lost and found. It’s pretty interesting. Sy is not bugging us nearly as much now that Debra is here. She sees what he does that is inappropriate and immediately mentions it. desire calling his friends and inviting them over for drinks and apps the morning they were to come. It went well though. I made Chicken Caesar Salad Canapés. Crab Cakes. Artichoke Dip and those Samosas I made at Kylies but with curry powder and that pine nut lamb condiment with a pretty display of cheese and fruit. Debra has been complementing me a lot and its making me think-what are we doing here? Also my IQ thing. I wasn’t even trying and I got a 133 on that test. Then my horoscope. Reading it all I realize that I need to kick myself in the butt and get started on all this stuff. I have the time at this job. It scares me though. I need to read that book again to motivate me. I’ve been getting even worse with eating and my clothes are getting tight. I have to start getting some exercise or I won’t fit in my clothes anymore. My stomach is just grotesque but Laz doesn’t seem to mind. I do though. Its nice being down here alone. I do need to get in some alone time. As Laz says though I just undergo to make it no matter how many people are around. That creep who tried to rape me lives on Man o War and the people he worked for live on Sandy Cay. I would have loved to see what Laz would have done if he met him. What a fucking creep. I experience someone is looking out for me and got me off that island. That was so freakin lucky. More than ever I be to go to PR. Meeting the people who came for cocktails – I wish I could have sat and spoke to them. It’s depressing going places with Sy because we can’t let loose or even order a second drink. I don’t know if he thinks of me as a daughter or what but he does stare and it’s weird. He called me darling the other day I am sure he didn’t even realize he did it but that’s what he calls Debra. She told me all this stuff today about her friend Sandy who has been visiting Sy’s ex. She is a weirdo. We are leaving tomorrow at 8 am and should arrive wherever we are going around 3pm. I wish Laz would hurry up. I think I hear him. I’ve got to write that book. Laz just reminded me of how Debra said she ripped her thumb off installing a window. They reattached it but she had no movement or feeling in it to the point of slamming her car door on it where it got jammed and she walked away with the thumb still in the door.5/19/06Sy just made what seemed to be a complete u turn on our way out of the bay we spent the night in. He is a bizarre yachty. Ash just called me saying she needed to talk to me as if it were life or death. She didn’t really want to do anything but complain. She now wants to go to college stating that her reasons are that work is boring and that she doesn’t want to work anymore. Good reasons Ash. A fishing boat just blew past us and boy did he leave a wake. Debra is in bed and I feel enormous this morning because I binged all day yesterday. It’s got to be because I am bored and frustrated being with these people 24/7. I hate how I catch Sy staring at me all the time. It’s disturbing and then my daughter has the nerve to ask me to pay for her college when she is doing nothing to help herself? WTF? I am lost with regards to that girl. She is just a waste of space and I don’t know where that comes from just read our horoscope and it said that we would do well in business together. Sy is telling Laz that we are going to the island of Eluethera and Harbour Island for the 500th time. He’s jiggling this morning he is so excited. Yaknowwhatamean? Times 20! AHHH! He is just dying to get a look at what we are doing and because Laz has been looking over my shoulder he is trying to as well. He keeps coming down and finding something to do right behind us. That’s why I changed the font so he couldn’t read it even if he tried. It looks like Laz and Sy have a good relationship on the horoscope as long as they are equal and they are not. It seems it is a like or hate relationship. Sy wants his cereal now so I must go. Ew. He stroked my hand when I gave him his bowl of cereal. How do I pretend to like him? It’s when Debra’s not around that he is annoying with her around he stays away but he still stares and I fucking hate that. Fleur called today. Wish I had picked up. I’d love a good gos with her. I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Laz pushes me into the corner and the a/c freezes my neck and I just am so tired and depressed about this annoying trip. I just want a good night’s sleep and some room to breathe. The sea is lumpy today. I should go drink and sleep now. I ordain. He’s back; looking at his maps opening and shutting doors. I should just go to bed and he just told me he wants to shut the generator off it must be killing him hehe. Well I went down and took a nap and read some of The Hours. What an amazing writer he is. It’s more of being an amazing describer and he is definitely that. Love it. I wish someone would write me and tell me what’s going on in their lives. I am bored stiff here and feel I should not even allow myself to get into the trip at all because it is depressing when I realize I am sharing it with Sy. He was so excited to see me when I walked up from my nap and I felt awful being mortified by it. He is a very nice man but everything about him just bugs me and I don’t know how to make that change. He is mushy-like mushy green peas-the English type in his body and in his personality. He is mediocre and boring and like mushy peas something I don’t want to see even once a week on the table let alone every waking minute of every day. It’s starting to wear on me like a pair of starch clothes that fit when I was 10 pounds lighter. Gathering up in uncomfortable places and touching my body where it ought not be. All I evaluate about is when can I get this god damned eternity off me? Today is the 19th of May they leave the 8th of June. 20 days to go. Tomorrow will be 19-that is encouraging. We will be in Provo for the time they leave us at dock. Thank god we don’t have to anchor out. Well we arrived in Harbour Isle but not without incident. Laz has been getting more and more infuriated with Sy’s ‘you don’t know what you are doing’ attitude towards him and rightly so. We just went thru the area we needed a guide to get thru and –I am not exaggerating a monkey could have done it. Not only did the command come on board but he actually drove the boat and that was the final straw for Laz. I don’t know how this will end but I am hoping it will be a peaceful we quit kind of situation. Laz is ripshit though and all though I want to be there for the novels sake to get it all down I am embarrassed by the whole thing. Sy is just acting like it’s another day in the park but he knows its not and that makes it all the more uncomfortable. He has been playing this weird game like saying; “This is a sailor’s worse nightmare huh?” talking about the lack of wind. And when Laz agrees with him he says the opposite. He asks if the planers are down Laz tells him they aren’t and he just has to analyse to make sure. That’s the kind of stuff that drives Laz bonkers. How are we going to survive in this business? I just don’t know.5/20/06Only 19 days to go. The whole thing was sorted last night. I don’t think Sy would undergo brought it up if Laz hadn’t have said something but he handled it well in the end. Debra seemed mortified and disgusted by the whole thing. I think it’s the beginning of the end for those two. Who cares? I’ve already left. I am miserable at this job. I can’t sleep in that annoying miserable little bed. I wake up from what little sleep I get cranky and all I can think to do all day is eat. Eating-my only joy-how sad is that. I thought the day would redeem itself when Laz and I began breakfast on the top deck in this glorious place-having a private moment-what a luxury. Nope! Not one bite into my breakfast and Sy is up wanting his coffee and biscuit. I’m surprised he doesn’t want to be breast feed. He probably does but is too embarrassed to ask. He’s up there slurping his coffee and smacking his lips. He looks like a three hundred year old overweight turtle. Here comes the trouble maker little woody on another boat. Let’s see if he’s driving that one. Who gives a shit really. Little Woody in the Bahamas-you’d expect a little thin black man especially from his voice on the radio. Heavy Bahamian slur of an accent-heaviest one I’ve heard. You couldn’t pick out but two words per sentence of what he was saying. What a freak. He was a middle aged white man pretty tall too. Must be speaking of his organ when they say little-or his brain which had to be pea sized. It’s nice to be hiding out here on the swim platform enjoying the day with out any foul noises of food slapping tongue. Every morning I wake up and say-oh I’ll start my diet today or I’ll fast today-cleanse my body and what do I do instead? Stuff some bread product down my throat. It’s a disease. At least my husband loves me and doesn’t mind. I hate that we are going to see populate we know who will see that I have gained weight-pity or disgust on their faces and comments after we go. I just want to hide all the time now. I do best when I have an open plan or a regimented schedule. Hopefully the three months will supply that. As long as Sy doesn’t get it into his head that he is going to hang on the boat. He said he wanted to talk to us all together and there are so many things I would love to express him; like how his comments of how great we have it and how we have three months off are extremely annoying. But I fear that won’t happen because we are out of here anyway. We’ve already sent resumes off and everything. Laz is telling me to be nice to Sy-treat him like a grandfather who pees his pants a lot but I hate being crowded and he’s a crowder saying love me love me love me and it grosses me out. Anyway we just came back from an all day tour of the town. It was Devil’s Backbone we needed the guide for yesterday to get in. The other group agreed-no need for a guide. simple as pie. We docked at Valentines Marina and walked to the left to find a play cart rental. There was a nice store called sugar mill next store-sure it was over priced. We drove down Colebrook St then to Chapel to do to this really cool Hotel called the Pink Sands Hotel. They had Coy & turtle ponds and tennis courts and a gorgeous albeit tired looking restaurant decked out in lay eastern/Indian style. We went to shelter Island Club & Marina and saw the haunted house which we didn’t go into because it was closed. Then we had lunch at a tiny place on the beach called Sip Sips. The menu looked pretty boring but the specials were good and the displace was tastefully decorated. We had the Grilled Shrimp with Black Bean cakes that tasted like falafel and had A LOT of garlic. I had the look for cakes with salad. The salad had way too much dressing and the fishcakes were small and dry. Sy got the Lobster Quesadilla which was no more than that. It was ok. The burgers looked enormous and impossible to eat. Before lunch we walked a good mile down the pink sand beach. Pretty but if they didn’t tell me it was pink I would have never known. Tonight we are meeting their friends to go to a meal at the Landing which got a nod from Wine Spectator. We wanted to go to the Rock accommodate which looked very chic and gorgeous but they were having a wedding reception. Debra took endless pictures of goldfish and wood planks and turtles and other strange things. That place Sip Sip makes me want to open my own place I could do way better than that and make some real money instead of wilting at this job. I just have to write the book. Debra told of the woman who wrote gone with the wind how it took her 15 years and she wouldn’t show it to anyone. This job isn’t so bad-I have the time to write and as long as we are able to get out alone it’s bearable.05/21/06We are passing thru the Devil’s Backbone at the lowest of low tide. It is treacherous and absolutely breathtaking. Turquoise blue mercury water with teal accents laps past the yacht as we move along at 10 knots every once in a while I'd catch a glimpse of a sea turtle or a star fish. The coral heads are popping right out of the water and these cool cull effects of the coral outcroppings. We are now approaching Spanish Wells which is an understated wealthy white Bahamian community where Little Woody is from. We actually passed him coming out and he looked dumb struck. Then we passed the High Speed Ferry and fortunately for us we were in a wider spot. Wider sight meaning we had about 30 feet of room between the two of us and the ferry came about 3 feet from us at 20 mph. YIKES. We just saw some dolphins in the crystal clear water gorgeous – Deborah has said it about 50 times in the last 5 minutes-then she said picturesque with a gorgeous to go. She is like a bad movie that you already know the lines the actor will say before they even say them-SO PREDICTABLE! This place is though. You could be here 50 years ago and I bet it looked exactly the same; charming colorful houses and fishing boats lining the seawall of this all color community a little larger in every way than the black settlement of Harbour Island. A man fishing in calf deep water not 10 ft from us is the only white man we saw throughout though. Sy explained that the color people travel from Harbour Island to work here and the white man leads them as managers. The passage is marked by poles and Debra is stating the obvious-he’s fishing-no shit Sherlock. There are sailboats and a cat moored in a bay. Sy keeps telling us this strictly a fishing town. These boats act in millions of dollars in lobster a year. They supply half of the Caribbean’s need for conch lobster and look for. A lot of the businesses have brightly colored murals on their walls. Things seem to be going very smoothly and the contention and misunderstandings have left. The sky has gotten a little overcast and gloomy but it looks as if it will pass. The Water has changed color from turquoise to teal and the mercury flow of it has changed to a thinner substance. Of course all I’m thinking of is food. What is going on? We had a nice meal last night with the 4 on Burracho-still can’t bequeath the American couples name but the PRs who own the 35 ft power cat are Adita and Cuco. He is a lawyer. The American women was hitting on Laz pretty hard. She has the weirdest nervous tick that makes her pucker and unpucker her lips and blink her eyes one at a time so if you didn’t know better you’d think she was flirting with everyone. She finally got the convey when he ignored her. He is cute though so who could blame her. I had tenderloin with gorgonzola bacon and these potato things that looked like stacked potatoes that were folded then deep fried. They had no flavor what so ever. Then we had pavlova which was cooked thru instead of mushy in the middle. Still good though.5/26/06Ashley’s work burned drink Monday. Of course I didn’t find out until today when I construe her email and of course after scurrying around getting everyone breakfast and t shirts as souvenirs for our well meaning but incredibly annoying guests there wasn’t much time to respond. Rushing to clean the dishes and pack everything and put away all the little gifts Marge-the wife guest with the nervous tick that makes her blink her eyes and pucker her lips gave me. “I didn’t be to pack it so I thought you might like it since you were so fond of the smell. It’s Peonies. I like it but I don’t want it to leak in my bayg.” She said in her Long Island accent. As she walked away I took the sticky plastic bottles with about an inch of product in them and dumped them in the cast aside. Added to this was an array of other gifts; a lone tea bag that she gets from the health food store that she thought Debra may like to try and a ¼ full bottle of hair treatment for over dyed hair that she also said Debra may want to use. A half bag of Ghirardelli dark chocolate chocolate chips that they eat as dessert nightly with nuts. She had no nuts for us but she did give us a bag with about a handful of craisins in it. The boat they were guests on offended her by not change surface trying them because they didn’t like raisins. I’m sure they had their own ‘gifts’ and that was their cerebrate for refusal. I picked up a ramekin of hot oil that burned my hands so I had to displace it and she shrieked “Oh my GAWD! Are you OKAY?” I hate it when people notice that I’ve hurt myself. Sy & Lou-the husband of Marge talked endlessly of boats they knew and ports they’d called on. Each sentence starting with a “You experience” Or “When I was at..” or “A friend of mine has a…” and ending with a Huh? Or a ya know what I mean? “A friend of mine had a 42’ Lagoon and he likes to fill it up at the dock ya know what I mean and when I was at the dock I saw him ya know what I convey and it was pretty strange huh? Everytime I would try to get to the computer to write Ash one of them would be something or the other that only I could get so I only got a back up to squek out a note to Ash. We are heading out of Nassau right now and I am glad for it. Laz and I went to AJ's house for dinner and met his family-wife Jill 8 months pregnant and beautiful in an Andrew Wythe kind of way. Not what I would picture AJ marrying but it raised my opinion of him. She was smart and someone I could really be friends with. His two boys bring up and will were gorgeous and hilarious. We had Dominos and beer and toured the Kitehouse compound which was a dump with a lot of room and potential. All walled in and secure with three wild dogs a Siamese mix kitten an awful mouser two parakeets and two apartments that he’d rented out. He wasn’t paying a dime for it. IN the back yard was a two layer coy pond and numerous avocado trees. The stone terrace was littered with miniature avocados and old dog shit pellets. I didn’t ask why the dogs were separated. Was it for protection? The front dog the only male was an anorexically thin pit bull mix that was very sweet once he knew you were not trespassing. The bitches in the back seemed lonely all though they had each other. I hope Ash will be alright. This is just like Antigua. She is going drink hill and there is nothing I can do about it. At least this time she’s not wrecking my apartment and scaring the entire family into thinking she’s suicidal. This time they have bigger things to mind about. Uncle Bob is dying and all the attentions going to that. There will be no rescue for her this time. She is going to have to pick herself up and get on with it. Bennington is the worst place for her right now. Visiting the school you dropped out of as what would have been your graduating class graduates right after you moved out of your apartment and your bring home the bacon burned to the ground is not the best place to get your self consider back. She’ll either pick herself up or she won’t. It’s wide open here in the Exuma sound and it gets pretty deep. After AJs we went to the Green Parrot and got sloshed and spoke of our dream to own a catamaran charter business. I would love to but I wonder how and would Laz rise to the occasion. Sometimes I feel that if I don’t do it for him it won’t get done. And it’s not just a feeling it’s true. I was wondering as I tied up the lines after pulling away from Atlantis why do I surround myself with Lazy people. I came up with the thought that I am lazy. But I’m not except when it comes to personal things like exercise and eating right. Laz has it sussed. He always takes care of himself first and everything else second. I need to be more like that. Get up early and do my thing then worry about all the needy little things they want from me. The cooking and the ironing never end nor does the tasks for the outside of the boat. I can’t understand how he can’t do it himself. Although I like helping him it feels like he shouldn’t need it. Its nice being up here on the FB alone. We think Marge talked shit about us because they talked shit about Adita and she was their friend. Also after they came along Sy seems to watch Laz when he talks to Debra thinking Laz is going to stare at her incredibly large udders. It drives him batty. She’s been walking around in her low cut one piece bikini and skirt set. The kind a much older woman would wear. It’s her version of modesty. When AJ came she watched him from inside the door deciding if he was too rough for her. She stood very close to the door where if he had looked up he would undergo seen her breast in there little striped conform to and maybe the outline of her bright red lipstick through the tinted glass. She always has lipstick on her teeth. Not having to eat every meal with them has made life a lot easier. And having two days off from cooking has made things exceed as well. Still there are 13 days to go until they leave. At least now Sy is talking about not making the PR run with us which is fucking awesome! There is a boat that is coming in so close to us. Captain Jack a big fancy sport fish.5/28/06We have had no access to cell telecommunicate service or internet service and that makes me wonder what’s going on with Ash while I am away. Hopefully soon we ordain get to a place where I can check. 11 days to go. It’s getting excitingly close. We are going to Sampson Cay. I think Compass too. Sy says most of the big yachts will be there. We just came from his little swimming hole at Shroud Cay. You can get in from the ocean side but you miss the serpentine deep then shallow river that leads to it. Laz and I snorkeled there-not a lot of fish but the place was gorgeous. On our way back we looked through the blue bucket thing and checked out some corral heads. I tried to get Laz to check out Debra's doggie style position while looking but he wouldn’t dare. She didn’t wear her typical skirt today and boy what a difference. NOT pretty. We are on our way to Compass where Sy says there are lots of nurse sharks. Last night Adita and Cuco came for dinner. I made a Pistachio Crusted Goat cheese with a pinwheel of butternut squash and a salad of baby romaine & Shitake mushrooms followed by a take on the Sardinian Stew called (?) with Tilapia Shrimp seasoned with orange tomato celery root tarragon in a chicken/shrimp broth. I served that with a red spice rouille croute. Probably the coolest thing was that we had the most enormous barracuda under our boat. Laz and I saw him when we dumped the contents of the pot I used to make the stock. He was slithering along the furnish and with the distortion of the wind and water looked like a blue and silver dolphin or other fish about 4 ft long. He would try a piece of long leek top and spit it out then move to the celery bulb and just sniff at it mainly focusing on the pieces that had sunk to the bottom. Then the impetuous seagulls came and started picking at the floating pieces. That is when he made his accent and we saw his true nature. It seemed he was after the birds rather than the paltry droppings of a stock pot full of vegetables and chicken that had been boiling all day. I grabbed the left over croutons from the panzinella salad I made the day before for lunch and tossed the pieces one by one. The birds were quite aware of the cudas reputation and would not dive for the morsels until he had had a sniff and moved on. Earlier that day we had gone to Allen’s Cay where wild iguanas were tame enough to feed by hand. We came to shore with Cuco. Adita. Debra. Sy and I and instantly they started waddling down the beach. Iguanas from a pay to up to 2 ft scurried drink mouths open head up and tongue postured perfectly to surprise what they were thrown. We brought bread and grapes and left over strawberry scrapes from Debra’s breakfast. Of course the birds were there too and fought the iguanas for the bread. Debra was making them jump for their piece and ended up having a little piece of her ride taken off. This gave me the perfect opportunity to see if her story was true. She told us that she had severed her thumb while lifting glass for an installation. Stitches were administered but she had no feeling in the digit and had to keep the thumbs up sign in place for weeks. At one point she claimed that it was so devoid of feeling that she slammed it in her car door and wasn’t aware of it until she noticed the bleeding half way to Neiman Marcus her favorite store. I feel I must throw in an insert here to explain our Debra. It seems she is one of those girls who was overshadowed by a prettier sister or mother or both someone who had to vie for attention and lost more times than won a woman who grew up feeling like Cinderella needing a good rescue. Her daddy abandoned her. Of course he was married to someone other than her mother and couldn’t really leave his wife and kids. So she was raised by her step daddy and never knew until she was a teenager that her real daddy was a philandering mess with children move out across the Florida panhandle. If memory serves me correctly he was a traveling salesman. Figures. So Debra tells stories and exaggerates and more often than not out and out lies. Somehow it is charming –can’t figure out why though maybe because she is so thick that she doesn’t even cognise how nonsensical these stories are to anyone who’s listening. Like the time she told us at dinner that she awoke one night to a man staring at her from the foot of the bed. Gullible me asked; “what did you do?” She replied; “I lay back down and pretended to sleep until I heard my back porch door close. “Did you call the police?” Oh no I was too terrified to leave my bed. At this point you know there is something fishy to the story because she has a son and what mother wouldn’t check there only child or at least call to him to alter sure he was alive. Laz and I had learned though to hold our tongue and wait for the be of the tale. taste it-or egg her on because the most outrageous exaggerations were always at the end. The next time that happened he was in a channelise outside my bedroom. After the third measure I put a restraining order on him. You knew him? Oh yeah he was an ex-boyfriend who was obsessed. At this same meal she said she had climbed up a 10 ft high septic tank to drown a kitten. These stories were my gems so when I got the chance to see if she even had a scar on her hand on Allen’s Cay I saw not a mark on either thumb or either hand. The patience it took to hear that story two weeks ago then wait for the perfect opportunity to see if it was true. If I ever let on that I thought these stories were bullshit they would stop and that would suck. Like the time I asked how they met and Sy started out with; “Well let me start by saying that Debra and my ex-wife were best friends…” Debra played demure but we knew the truth. So back to the barracuda: Laz and I named him Hank because he seemed to mowzy along with out really trying for anything. At one point I threw a crouton in and a bird swooped down for it. Hank’s nose happened to be 1 inch from the waters advance and the same distance from the crumb. The bird seeing hank hovered 3” above the water and back and they had a stare drink. It was clear at this point that hank was a killer and he was looking for bird using our crumbs as bait to catch a distracted hungry bird in just that way. Very cool. I will miss that cuda. Just had leftovers for lunch Sy and I had the Pad Thai noodles with grilled chix and Laz and Debra the soup from last night. We started our journey away from Atlantis at Highbourne Cay and took the dinghy ride to Allen’s. Had a nice walk on the beach there then got up early and did another walk. I ran down the beach and it felt great. I didn’t conclude nearly as out of shape as I look. Weighed myself the other day and I am 163. Believe it or not I thought that was good. Sad but adjust. When they were off yesterday with Cuco and Adita we went for a swim around the boat. It was great especially being oblivious to the fact that there was a 4 ft barracuda hanging out underneath watching us. The night before we sat on the swim platform on the white ice cooler and drank Guinness and Strongbow then this delicious Orangecello and almost convinced ourselves that we were alone. We fed the birds Ritz bits which I am sure infuriated Sy. He thought it foolhardy his evince not mine that we gave the birds anything and mentioned several times the next day when we were dropping cover in the water to lure Hank out that he wished he had his shotgun. As a matter of fact any time we have taken food from the boat to cater a 3ft reddish silvery snapper looking fish or the iguanas or the cuda and birds he has griped about us wasting it or giving them too much. [he makes ‘jokes’ about how my relatives are reincarnated as seagulls] On the way to see the iguanas we saw a 4” long fish with only its tail in the water literally high tailing it out of harms way. It had to have gone at least 10 ft. Sy is educating us all the time. I am fascinated with how he chews his food. How can you eat that way and not have it come out all over the place? Yesterday he had a big Costco bag of flavored walnuts he pulled some out with the tips of his fingers mouth over the bag and stuck his tongue way out to catch them as a cow would. Yesterday at breakfast we had a conversation about heaven and hell and reincarnation. Sy believes in all three and taught us that Jews are a religion of deed whereas Christians are a religion of faith. If you had more good deeds than bad you were going to Jew heaven. As a Christian you just had to believe before you died and you were home free. He believed in reincarnation because of a boy in India was found to speak a dialect from 200 miles away. Where did he hit the books it? From his past life? Sy told us that he was sure he was going to be reincarnated as something higher and better because he had bring about a very good life. That got me thinking about many things. One-does a higher reincarnation mean more responsibility? And how good a life must he have led if he has been divorced 3 times and cheated on them had a child that committed suicide and one that overdosed on drugs a man whose closest aged wife was12 years younger. Who never made his own meals or cleaned his own toilet or change surface realized that pissing all over the wall and seat was offensive to the person cleaning it a man who felt completely comfortable leering at woman 50+ years younger than him. Leering at me. A man who never considered another’s opinion or desire when it came to any plans he makes. A man who counted everything and counted on no one and in so doing was compelled to tell them exactly how things are done and why over and over and over again. A man who can’t even chew with his mouth closed. I’d say in his measure life he was a cow and his future life he will be captain for a man just like him or better yet maid for someone just like him. That would be justice. Both of them had weird stains on their butts yesterday. Sy reddish blotches and Debra one tiny perfectly round brownish spot right where her asshole would have been under her swim conform to. Debra has taken to letting her hair go curly-it’s natural state and after the initial wow you look different effect of it you realize that she looks desire white trash. Stringy and washed out grayish color pink like the color of roast beef that’s gone off. She says Sy loves it that way and begs her to not straighten it. He’s a dirty man. He doesn’t want us to kite board. Little does he know that that is all we’ll be doing while he is gone. I can NOT WAIT!5/29/06Sy is at it again. Pacing back and forth. “so you’re tired huh? Didn’t get a lot of sleep huh? It must be when you tried to repair the unit huh?” NO SY the a/c turned to heat 4 times last night because you had one of your hack charity cases in to repair it. The last thing he said to me last night was; “So who ate my last piece of cake?” He counts any and all food and if he doesn’t get the last piece or two of everything he wonders about it constantly. He’s pissing off Laz and Cuco because he takes the long way around everywhere. When we docked here he kept saying; “It’s 3 ft. Its 3 ft. You are going to fast!” Laz replied; “It’s in meters.” What he’d like to say was if it was three feet we wouldn’t be going to fast because we’d be stuck on the sand you paranoid idiot!” Every morning he wakes up and says; “Another beautiful day in paradise huh?” Why does every statement of his have to be followed with a question? Does he think he is a god? And god was good! Can I get an amen? To me a person who needs a response after every statement is incredibly unsure of himself and to me that gets extremely tedious after being together 24/7 for 21 days with 10 to go. The sad thing is we’ll only have a week off in which time we’ll have to act the boat clean it and provision. Then they are back for a 41 days. Then supposedly we have three months to weather hurricane season. I am almost wishing for hurricanes so we don’t have to see him. How sad is that. I prefer a hurricane to his face. I am fat. Today I have started the campaign-the war on fat. All the birthday cake is gone and there is no chocolate available. We will be out all day with no snacking opportunities so this is it: The first day of freedom from gorging. I hope they aren’t waiting for me up there. The pigs were cool yesterday; 3 three ft tall females running towards the boat sticking their snouts out for food. We met a family who had netted a baby octopus and the people from Phantom the big blue expedition ride with the octopus painted on the side. A couple other boats came and we watched as they fed the pigs who only liked sweet things. I joked that the bag of cranberries were out to give the pigs and I thought we would bring hamburgers and hot dogs too. Sy took this very seriously. I’ve never seen a man's face drop so abstain. “Good cranberries? Why burgers?” These were his favorites and I could imagine him wrestling them to get a bit back. Yesterday we told them to go ahead and take a dinghy ride-we had work to do and wouldn’t mind being left out. They were disappointed because they want us to do everything with them. I would rather desire out on these ‘adventures’ Sy takes us on than have to listen to the same old stories over and over. Today we went to Thunderball Cave where the James Bond film was shot. It was gorgeous but typical Sy didn’t want us to take all the bread. “You want to take ALL this? This is good bread! Here.” He gave us 2 pieces for the 4 of us. Laz wouldn’t go in. He was having a sit out on all excursions today. Sy is wearing him down with corrections and nitpickings. We did some great stuff today though. We went to accomplish Cay where you can feed the nurse sharks and swim with them. I think the coolest part was the way the bonefish herd came in. There had to be over a 100 of them and they looked desire a river under the water snaking around boats and veering left here than right there. They: Sy. Debra and Cuco swam with the sharks while Laz. Adita and I snapped pictures. I got to pet several of them which ranged in size from 4’ up to 8’. They were stealthy brown and moved slowly until they were fed then they snapped their bodies in half to beat around and suck in food. When there was no food around they just lay under a boat and slept. The dock master told us if we banged the beat they would come-that it symbolized feeding time. A boat with three young girls had caught 4 dolphins so as the man cleaned them we got to watch the feeding. The dolphins were gorgeous: big knob head with silver skin speckled with bright sky blue spots. They also had a yellow tinge to them but can’t remember where on there bodies. Then we went to the beach which was a gorgeous u shaped shallow pool perfect for kiting. After that we went to lunch at Staniel Cay. The 6 of us sat at a small table; girls on one align men on the other. I knew better than to sit between Sy and Cuco. Between the two of them I’d have food spit all over me. Laz sat there and BOY was he angry about it afterwards. Debra and Sy are so rude. Yelling "excuse me" for stupid stuff to the waitress the whole measure we were there. Laz said Sy had his legs spread wide. I felt I had done my share of sitting in the middle-let him see how much fun it is. He always ends up taking it out on me in the end anyway. So he was mad the rest of the trip. The food was the worst yet. Dry Mahi with a salad of lettuce and ranch dressing. I should have had what Cuco had-Conch Burger; it was delicious. Adita and Cuco were telling us about the great food they have in Puerto Rico and how they can’t wait to take us to eat calamari con tinta which is squid with the ink still in it. I am doing well on my diet. I have to go clean up the mess from the boat now. WELL! Just came drink stairs from cleaning up and the lame asses told me they were too tired and weren’t going to go out tonight so Laz and I are going to go out. Forgot to tell-when we were in the cave the fish would eat right out of your hand. I put small pieces and they ate around me without biting me. But Cuco got bit on the nipple and the other two got bit in other places. Debra was hysterical to check trying to get in the boat; she is completely unfit although she is thin. Sy put a ladder out for her and she fell in the water twice before she was able to get in with the help of Sy and Laz pulling and me pushing her bottom. Her legs were shaking and her arms too. There are so many gorgeous and amazing things about this trip and I am learning to go into my own private world and enjoy it but it breaks my heart when we see all these awesome places with them. They are stale Americans with nothing to say although they talk endlessly and it wears on you after awhile. They undergo no sense of adventure and Debra’s squealing about how GORgeous everything is takes away from what truly is special. I am tired and so is Laz. On a bigger boat the guests entertain themselves and so you are able to have some semblance of your own life but here we are with him all day everyday with no choice in the be. He wakes up repeats the same 6 sentences he does every day then we do whatever he wants to and he says his ‘stating the obvious’ statements all day long just to hear himself communicate which allows very little time for peace and reflection. They told us we would undergo the day off today but this is no day off when we have to follow them around cleaning up there messes and listening to there affect. Plus cook two meals for them. I can’t complain in that the work load is pretty easy but we have to beg to get away enough time to actually be able to do it. And if we don’t do it soon enough for him he mentions it casually over and over with a ‘huh?’ at the end. After the 5th time in as many days of; “The water line sure could use a scrub. Huh?” you just want to scream; “Well if you’d just go out with out us for one freakin' day we could do it you TWAT!” We got back at 2:30. It’s 4:10 now and Laz doesn’t want to do anything but play Halo in bed. I am literally aching to get off this boat. Writing that brought tears to my eyes. I just want out of here. I don’t want to make them dinner. I especially don’t want to eat a meal with them. I’m sure if they make something they will leave the place a mess but it’s still better than having to listen to his awful lip smacking grossness. Went back to Staniel Cay for drinks and dinner and had a great chat with Haven (here real name is Susan but she and I like Haven better) the owner of Phantom the great octopus painted 93’ exploration boat. We also talked to the owner of No Agenda who has been cruising here for years. It was so nice to be out and not with them. I can’t wait to hang with Cuco and Adita alone. Sy paid for tonight as he should. He fucking owes us. They seem like a great team on Phantom. Drove back in the invigorating dark – something I’m sure our fearful boss would never do. The best part of tonight is that we didn’t even think of work. They are going to San Salvador and some research center.5/30/06The count is finally a single digit. WOO-FREAKIN-DOOO!!!! 9 days are doable. Plus most of them will be traveling days so it’ll be easy for me. Laz on the other hand won’t be so lucky. I hope he doesn’t mouth. Served breakfast. Sy was wondering where we went and who we met. I told him we just tooled around and couldn’t remember the names of who we met or what boats they were from. I don’t want to share with him. It’s one small thing that is ours alone and I want to keep it. The ride home measure night in the near dark was great. Before we went to the bar we checked out the pigs one measure time. They were especially sweet and although we didn’t have food they comfort came over and said hello letting us pet their snouts and bottoms. My attitude is semi negative and that’s why I’m in my room – don’t know how I’ll react if he keeps bugging me for info. Debra’s asleep as usual and will probably sleep the day thru. Yesterday was more energy exerted than they are used to and it’ll probably act days to recover. I had a conch burger last night and 4 beers. It was fanfuckingtastic most likely because I shared it with good people. We are completely cut off from life on land; no phone no internet. I worry about Ash; she could be buried by now. What could I do about it? It would just reinforce my family’s feelings of my irresponsibility and who gives a shit what they think. I wish ash would pull herself together. I hope she does soon. I had a dream of Laz and I walking around this mountainous island. I hope its pr and I hope that’s where we are going to stay. I am putting all my energy into wishing for that. It entangle great to run on a gorgeous beach yesterday. It is so refreshing and rejuvenating to sprint down the beach knowing no one can catch me. At the cave yesterday Sy almost ran over a fat man who couldn’t get into his own dinghy and ran over a buoy twice before we were able to tie onto it. He also doesn’t go to neutral when pulling up in the tender and it nearly throws the person trying to clutch hold overboard or rips their arm out of its socket. Poor Laz it’s usually him. I could have used the internet last night but I chose not to push the issue when Laz said no. Why? It would have cost no more than $5 to check my email and rest my object. Nine days left. We probably won’t have internet until we get to Provo. I am looking forward to getting there. Everything in between is filled with waiting. I am so looking forward to the first morning of getting up without them here better yet the first evening after they left. What freedom that will conclude like. What appreciation I now have for solitude and free time. Upstairs is just one big headache; it’s a mess and filled with needy populate who are looking at the mess thinking that we can do more. We could but for $80,000/yr fuckem. I want to ask for a raise sooner. I’d love to know what the next unfolding of our life will be. I don’t object staying here if we can get money in the bank and save towards our dreams. I like the 5 year plan of buying a boat letting a charter company use it and getting it afterwards. We’ll have to look into how to make that work for us. Maybe I could ask my dad to help. I wish someone would buy our truck and boat. I would even sell my motorcycle too if we could get a cat. That should raise at least $40,000. Then we'd have $60,000 more to go. We don’t need three cell phones and we don’t need any of the toys we bought. We also have Laz’s bike payment from Derrick so that’s another $10,000. If we sold everything we’d be half way there. We could definitely save $50,000 in the next year. It would be cool if we could go with Cuco to Dominican Republic. Maybe we will. I feel very appreciative for what we have and can see a beacon at the end of the tunnel. Whether it is the catamaran or a house I am up for it. I’d rather it be a cat though so we could enjoy our purchase and be able to use it ourselves. We would do a fucking awesome charter business. Maybe we could do half price charters for all our friends and family. One million dollars. How do we get our hands on that kind of money? We could run it with the two of us and have everyone help clean and maintain the boat. We could inform people how to drive the ride and lift the sails etc. It is exciting to dream about. It’s almost June. June will be a good month. I am looking forward to it.5/31/06Well they gave us the best present of all yesterday by telling us they were leaving early. It’s funny; they said as if it would hurt our feelings. “We have a lot to do back home and Sys brother in law is dying.” Now if you find that out don’t you rush domiciliate right away? Along the way Debra’s Step father had major surgery too but didn’t feel the need to go back either. Last night we had a great meal on Cuco & Adita’s 35’ PDQ Catamaran. I liked there boat. It was small but had everything one needs. She told me that they had taken their 36’ sail boat with 12 family members from PR to St Martin. Insane and exactly why I like them. Sy was his typical self legs and arms spread shoot on a sofa that could have fit four comfortably but now only fit Debra and himself. I don’t even know where we are anchored right now. Laz and I only got off to go to dinner. The rest went and toured the island. The anchorage is pretty but why would you make the trek just to go here. There must be something because several other boats followed. They said they were the only other boat here the last time and they had a GREAT time on the beach then giggled at each other which means they probably were naked and screwing each other an image I have been battling out of my head ever since. Sy is definitely gaining weight. So is she but she’s so skinny she can use a little fat to hold up her enormous melons. I don’t know why I didn’t come out here sooner; it’s gorgeous and private. So we started the evening with straight rum with ice. Sy actually drank his and his adjust pompous personality came out even more. Debra was telling Cuco that she did the Banco Popular buildings and did they know any of the people. After some name swapping and no matches Sy butted in; “Oh darling he probably just knows a branch manager.” Without any offense or contempt Cuco told them that his father was on the come in of directors and he was great friends with most of the rest of them. HAH! I’m so excited for their departure I can’t think of anything else. At first they were going to get on the 2nd but now it seems some time between the 4th and the 6th. Either way its two days before the 8th and that’s great news. I don’t want to get into furnish or even be up there today. When Sy gets up it reminds me of how I felt eating eat with my sisters as a kid. They were so chipper and noisy I’d take three cereal boxes to enclose myself. If they were really bad I’d put a 4th to cap it. We are now leaving Galliot Bay a bay surrounded by deep wet (we are already at 800 ft and we only just pulled out) and coral islands with a spattering of sandy beaches. Laz and I got up early and checked out the sand bar just west of the bay (we’ve pulled out south-the deep side). What a great kite boarding spot shallow on both sides of a ½ mile long stretch of 20’ wide sand bank. WE are writing down all the spots so when we come back with our own cat we can show off these desolate treasures. The idea of having our own business like that scares me and that’s probably why it’s perfect for us. Just like the book is terrifying; that’s the edge that’s what I’m shooting for. I love how the coral gets eaten away by the ocean and has a mushroom effect. On our way back from the smooth bar we saw birds circling churning water and sped up to find blue/color flat look for feeding. The other thing that is exquisite is the color demarcation of the water. color/black means deep water or a cloud over head. Deep turquoise is deeper water whereas the lighter is shallower. The palest baby blue is very shallow and the lines between them are sharp. The water surrounding us now is a metallic deep cerulean it’s a color in the Crayola box that is deep and rich but indescribable. Now we are too deep for our depth sounder to count. Sy informed us this morning that we will be getting in on the 4th which means the earliest they will get is the 5th. Still that is only 5 days away. I can not allow myself to get my hopes us though until Carolee calls with the flight information. There is 10 knots of wind out here directly on our nose but the Happy Heart is just plugging right through it. Good Girl. Hawk’s Bill Cay was another good kiting spot. Cuco was visiting with us yesterday and told us a very change state friend of his who was PR’s first professional sailor and loved everything to do with the sea was kiting in PR with his son a 20 something year old very active man. The son had done a jump and died from a broken back or neck instantly. I guess if I had to go that would be an alright way to do it. The father whose whole life was the water now does not even want to look at it. How sad to live on an island and not look at the sea. I remember a dream I had along time ago about PR and a huge house with a sprawling lawn on the sea. IT was a resort and I think it was mine but I had to slay 20 ft tall monsters with long hair and ape like features. Then years later while going to life coaching school we did an exercise to sight our higher self; the wise woman we would become in the future. I saw myself in PR at a compound where I helped young woman in some way. I was a photographer and painter. My name was Caydita. I looked the name up in my Spanish dictionary and the closest translation I could find was ‘leader’. It didn’t click right away when I met Adita but I knew I had strong warm feelings for her. I wonder if she is a guide to that world in some way. My brain keeps telling me; change the subject this is sappy but it is what I accept and how good things go to me. Last night we had a discussion about religion Sy of course leading it because he feels he knows the most his posture illustrating perfectly his stance; A splayed out Anti-Buddha sitting above every one else with his big droopy nose in the air. Lips pulled into a frown as if they were trying to keep his chin up. He picked the highest grandest seat so as to be down on what he imagined his subjects and proselytized his truths every sentence starting with “the fact is”. The great thing about Cuco and Adita is that although they are religious people they took no offense to the things he was saying. He spoke of several layers of heaven and how none of us would get to the level he or his mother would get to. Adita said she didn’t believe in hell to which Laz and I readily agreed. Sy insisted there was a hell. “What do you do with all the bad people?” he asked. Other beliefs that Sy viewed as facts was that there HAD to be life after death because it wasn’t logical that you just lived 80 years then died and that was it. To which Laz replied; “That’s greedy. Isn’t it enough that you have the 80 years that you have? Some don’t even get that.” I love him for that statement. Then Sy started bashing Debra for believing that she was a Messianic Jew. “Listen,” he said in his condescending ‘I know EVERYTHING Jewish’ voice; “There is no such thing as move Jewish. You either are or your not. That’s like saying you’re a little pregnant. Huh huh huh.” And looked around for approval. Sy is looking up at me from the WH and licking his lips; he doesn’t even know he is doing it and it skeeves me out. He insisted that the only thing you have to be as a Jew is a good person; your conscience is your command. Hitler had to know that he was doing wrong he insisted. My view is when you are completely self consumed like a certain boss of mine; you are unaware of the daggers you hurl at populate. Your unedited candor is never corrected because you are a wealthy spoiled child that buys peoples love and affection. You realise yourself as harmless and a father figure to all that surround you because you have led this guileless virtuous bordering on god like life that in your object probably surpasses that of Mother Theresa because she wasn’t a Jew. So nothing you do is wrong because you give what you want to give when you want to furnish it. That is not virtue to me. That is easy. Anyone can be nice to their friends or throw money around that is the smallest of a fraction of what they have. But he doesn’t even do that. He won’t give his bread to the birds or the fish and I’m sure if I ever tried to give them something like his pb&j he’d fight me for it. In the boat at Thunderball cave Laz actually had to say that he would pay for the bread we wanted to take to feed the fishes so Sy would relinquish the idle. That is greed and that is a sin in any religion. In a way I hope there are a heaven and hell and a place where your look is rubbed in your sins as a dog with their shit. I hope Sy’s god really does exist and Debra’s too. I hope he shoves his face in it and say; “Own it mothah fuckah!” We spoke of the horse farm they owned in Ocala and raising what translated to fine step breed of horses native to PR. Again Sy thought they were inferior horses initially and said so also that their farm was probably small to which they replied that it was enormous and these Fina something horses sold for millions. We also spoke of other strange things like female castration in Africa and saving the tips of penises and placentas to plant trees with. Cuco’s mother saved his black belly add thingy from birth and gave it to Adita as a memento which she promptly threw in the garbage. She wouldn’t impel out the manila envelope of hair she found at her mother’s house. She burned that then buried it in the back yard. It was the hair of her grandparents and aunt. Laz said they did the same in England and both his children had theirs in little boxes. Cuco played us GREAT music early PR music from the 60’s revolutionary stuff. He played the blind opera singer and Elvis salsa west side story and Mexican music. Debra really loved the Elvis stuff. She said; “That’s the music my mom liked. She liked it fast.” We were all enjoying ourselves reminiscing about what the music evoked when SY said; “Music is just noise to me. You know. I never had a radio in my car until I was forced to. Even now I never turn it on.” I don’t think Cuco or Adita really believed him though. Cuco belted out the words to all the songs and kept speaking to me in Spanish which I loved. Adita told me she did lots of crossword puzzles in English and was on her 4th book. The rum and the meal started to take its affect on Sy and by the end of the night he was pinching Cuco’s speak telling him he was cute. Dinner was simple but great; Beans and Rice with plantains and chicken. I could eat that every day. I believe in childhood sayings especially the ‘I’m rubber your glue’ one. I just noticed I was sitting up here fixing my hair so the wind wouldn’t whip it

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Friday night started as usual. Robot came over and hooked up his 360/Halo 3 and we shot people in the head and watched footage of LPC from Santa Clara and go. We had pesto and chicken pasta while we waited for Greg to show up before we packed up and headed south. A quick pit stop to pick up Kevin and the Robot-mobile was full up as we made our way through snake highway 17 to Santa Cruz. One of Ernst's Campo HS friends goes to Santa Cruz now and let us crash in the chew over room of his dorm suite. Game 1 - UNR. W 15-3(?)Game 2 - UCLA. W 15-13They ran a fast ho stack with confident dump swing looks until Seraph got the disc and ripped his flick shots deep. We got an early bring about and held it through half as their D team struggled to alter turns into breaks. I didn't see Yugo/Biclops/Diesel/Nirvana there but they had a lot of young and hungry faces that I'm confident their program will mold to make some noise this year in the spring. bet 3 - Oregon. W 15-8Dusty was on the sidelines coaching and I noticed a bunch of their star D players absent. Eli and Gavin led the rush and made sure their rookies adhered to their disciplined vertical lade instead of putting up 50/50 shots deep. This game was definitely inconsistent seeing as I threw a Callahan right into a poached defender and then a few points later D'ed/macked the disc down from an errant impel right into Slimfast's hands to even each team's Callahan goal count. Funny how my mindset about offense has changed over the years. I first started with vertical and thought it to be ineffective and pushed strongly to switch to horizontal. Now with a few seasons of H under my belt I wouldn't say I'm pushing for the change approve but I'm definitely curious and interested to try V again. Having only one dump backfield opens up a lot of freedom for that handler and makes the swing be so much more effective. I first noticed the simplicity of V when I watched JAM at Sarasota and listened to Damien or Idris label out the offense. All they would say is what position in the V stack each person was with use of fancy label names too and then call out the force if there was a move and close with that snazzy team lay. Offense doesn't have to be constant communicate and clearing that H requires sometimes simplicity and develop is just as effective and can be rewarded. I'm rambling now and this topic can be saved for a future affix. Thankfully we finished our share by 1 PM so we could scatter before the light rain hit. A move to the Mexican place downtown for a burrito and a Nalgene full of horchata later and I'm approve to the fields while some of the guys go back to the dorms to compete Settlers of Catan. I change integrity my time between Davis/SFSU and Cal/UCSB surprised at the SFSU upset but not the Cal one. Ugmo has shown a lot of preseason strength in the last 4 weekends with a cohesive offensive set and stifling defense thanks to their unify THBC season together. Kevin and I get a ride from Potter/Pierre to displace back to the dorms and shower before dinner. The gyros plate at the Falafel displace on Mission and Bay hit the spot. Kevin was still hungry so we went downtown to the cookie/ice beat place and picked up a baker's dozen of deliciousness. The Pleiades were at the Mexican joint so we paid them a tour and luckily I brought my Nalgene for Horchata fill round 2 contend. We decided against going to the bars so we ordered a round of drinks there. My first beer bought legally a Corona and the dude didn't even ask to see my ID. Oh come up legal is legal. I get approve to the dorms and find the guys have turned Settlers into a drinking bet sponsored by Grey Goose's finest. I call it a night early and look forward to match ups against Cox. Guy and Bobble in our quarter-final date against UCSD. Robot. Adam and I headed to the fields early to watch some of the challenge and ended up downstairs for Davis/Humboldt. BLU X/UCSB. BLU Y/Oregon. The weather was sunny and nice compared to Saturday but the wind had picked up and forewarned a lot of govern. Taz and Gizmo took rush of half of the BLU rugrats while Kix and Fresh had the other half. EBAY heckling ftw. Game 4 - UCSD. L 11-14How ironic the only game I played well in is the one we lost. These guys ran an aggressive split stack and didn't hesitate to cut deep when Dollar or Nero had the disc. We get the first few breaks but somehow find ourselves down a few at half. Our D team couldn't hit in the turns for breaks in the back up half and they held their lead until the cap blew. They threw zone even though the go had died drink and that did well to pad my catch/passes stats. I was pleased with my over-the-top throws although Ricky mentioned my hammers were a bit high which gave them more fasten measure than necessary. Something has to be compromised when you're 5'8" and ripping hammers and scoobers over 6' guys in the cup with their arms fully up. I think I ended the game with 50 C/P. 5 ST. 2 SC and 0 turns but that still couldn't squeeze out the W for the aggroup. Cox. Guy and Ryan all had some egest plays in this game. Cox guarded Robot when he wasn't marking me so I had to make extra sure I threw to the space that he couldn't arrive. Guy had a nice layout D on Adam and Ryan caught a sick cross field blink blade while fully horizontal. Seems desire this program did a good job of giving their rookies field measure last year and don't be surprised when this team blows up big come Regionals now that the southwest has more than 1 bid. Game 5 - Claremont. WThe youngest Stout was roaming the sidelines with the clipboard. The of him breaking his collarbone from measure toughen still resonates in my continue and makes me tremble. I've broken my collarbone 3 times the most recent 2 breaks were from Ultimate and on my dominant arm. Wearing a bra for 6-8 weeks sucks. I can't imagine having to sit out for 8 months. These guys looked very strong even with Joaq switching from orange to banana color. They had a MoHo freshman guard me that I vaguely remember from Potlatch when Downtown Brown played the MoHo reunion team. Death Star Gay Bar. Marking up and chit chatting with Shy was also fun. I'm a big fan of his highlight footage from SW Club Regionals measure season. I only played the beginning of the first half of this game so I don't remember much. I got orders to decleat so I went downstairs to watch the Cruz/course semis and apply the view of the city/ocean. bet 6 - Stanford. W 15-10I evaluate I saw all of their big names there except for Scardato and two of their captains were on the sidelines. They played a lot of rookie heavy lines and played conservative disc with very few shots deep from what I remember. Ezra had some big pulls this bet one of which landed in the back command of the endzone that froze me like a dumb deer as Ryan proceeded to ascertain from 1 to 10. I must undergo forgotten I had a flick huck or something. How embarrassing now. The highlight of the game was when we put a huck deep to one of the rookies and Schlag gets sick air for a layout catch D. He gets up thinking he's in the endzone and starts walking it out but the line was actually 5 yards or so behind him. I totally forgot I was on the sidelines and yelled "TRAVEL!" and he stopped moving but then glared at me because I wasn't on the handle. I followed up with an "I'M SORRY!" call and play resumed after a laugh or two from everyone. My bad. I am an asshole sorry. Initiation was tough. The sun had almost set and temperatures were dropping dangerously low to undergo to endure while wet and shirtless. Greg. Harry. Tim. Josh and I lined up kneeling with eyes closed as everyone proceeded to spray pop in our faces drip obscene amounts mustard and maple syrup from the hair down and pour whatever else was handy and embarrassing. Whoever pulled my shorts out to spray whipped cream down my adjoin better check out that's some borderline questionable inform. Having the eyes closed was key. I couldn't afford to get my contacts wet nor did I want to see what was being done to me. After everyone had their share of laughs at our expense we picked up our stuff and what was left of our dignity and headed quickly to the showers before the hypothermia set in. What a dumb tradition esp since I couldn't care less about hazing other rookies now that I've been initiated. Greg and I went to the Falafel displace again and enjoyed the gyros plate while the rest of the guys were blissfully ignorant and chose Taco Bell. A bunch of the Pie Queens were there when we walked in and change surface experience I knew most of them I decided not to say anything since I haven't met them formally so I sorta glared at them for a bit while we waited for our food. Social skills at its finest. Here are the highlight pics that Matt took. There was a lot more action but thankfully he values sideline yelling more than picture taking. I told him he should have a rookie stand alter next to him so he can still shoot. Then he can say whatever he wants in a normal voice while still looking through the lens and then the rookie echoes it at higher volume. Good idea!The official EBAY pic. Count it. Maddy would be proud. Tubbs in the air with a huge sky. Phil with his patented "surprise the disc with two hands so I don't drop the damn thing" catch. Who would act someone dressed like this seriously?Claremont rips a crossfield hammer to Shy. Charlie comes up big with the D. Ryan Thompson with a flick past Robert. Greg with a flick past Tom James. The future of LPC Ultimate. Suede (cuteazngirl). Harry. Tim and Charlie. Overall a great weekend despite a disappointing 5th place finish. Santa Cruz is an amazing displace to cap 4 weekends in a row of Ultimate and I'm glad I got to see all the EBAY people. The team defense played very come up with sideline give but we need to work on maintaining that constant intensity instead of relying on bursts of ups and downs. Two months of emit bring home the bacon from now until Santa Barbara in Jan is a long time to wait. I'm going to belie I'm Captain Michelle and try to organize a 1 day scrimmage between Davis. Cal. LPC. Stanford and Santa Cruz. Ha. I'm hilarious!

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Friday night started as usual. Robot came over and hooked up his 360/Halo 3 and we shot people in the head and watched footage of LPC from Santa Clara and CHUG. We had pesto and chicken pasta while we waited for Greg to show up before we packed up and headed south. A quick pit stop to pick up Kevin and the Robot-mobile was full up as we made our way through glide highway 17 to Santa Cruz. One of Ernst's Campo HS friends goes to Santa Cruz now and let us crash in the study room of his dorm suite. bet 1 - UNR. W 15-3(?)Game 2 - UCLA. W 15-13They ran a fast ho stack with confident dump displace looks until Seraph got the disc and ripped his blink shots deep. We got an early bring about and held it through half as their D aggroup struggled to alter turns into breaks. I didn't see Yugo/Biclops/Diesel/Nirvana there but they had a lot of young and hungry faces that I'm confident their program will mold to make some noise this year in the spring. bet 3 - Oregon. W 15-8Dusty was on the sidelines coaching and I noticed a bunch of their star D players absent. Eli and Gavin led the charge and made sure their rookies adhered to their disciplined vertical stack instead of putting up 50/50 shots deep. This game was definitely inconsistent seeing as I threw a Callahan alter into a poached defender and then a few points later D'ed/macked the disc drink from an errant throw right into Slimfast's hands to even each team's Callahan goal count. Funny how my mindset about offense has changed over the years. I first started with vertical and thought it to be ineffective and pushed strongly to switch to horizontal. Now with a few seasons of H under my belt I wouldn't say I'm pushing for the change back but I'm definitely curious and interested to try V again. Having only one dump backfield opens up a lot of freedom for that handler and makes the displace look so much more effective. I first noticed the simplicity of V when I watched JAM at Sarasota and listened to Damien or Idris call out the offense. All they would say is what position in the V stack each person was with use of fancy code names too and then call out the force if there was a move and close with that snazzy team lay. Offense doesn't have to be constant motion and clearing that H requires sometimes simplicity and develop is just as effective and can be rewarded. I'm rambling now and this topic can be saved for a future post. Thankfully we finished our pool by 1 PM so we could divide before the light rain hit. A trip to the Mexican place downtown for a burrito and a Nalgene full of horchata later and I'm back to the fields while some of the guys go back to the dorms to play Settlers of Catan. I change integrity my measure between Davis/SFSU and Cal/UCSB surprised at the SFSU upset but not the Cal one. Ugmo has shown a lot of preseason strength in the last 4 weekends with a cohesive offensive set and stifling defense thanks to their unify THBC season together. Kevin and I get a go from Potter/Pierre to swing approve to the dorms and shower before dinner. The gyros plate at the Falafel place on Mission and Bay hit the spot. Kevin was still hungry so we went downtown to the cookie/ice cream place and picked up a baker's dozen of deliciousness. The Pleiades were at the Mexican fit so we paid them a visit and luckily I brought my Nalgene for Horchata Refill go 2 fight. We decided against going to the bars so we ordered a round of drinks there. My first beer bought legally a Corona and the dude didn't even ask to see my ID. Oh well legal is legal. I get back to the dorms and find the guys have turned Settlers into a drinking game sponsored by color Goose's finest. I call it a night early and look forward to match ups against Cox. Guy and Bobble in our quarter-final date against UCSD. Robot. Adam and I headed to the fields early to watch some of the action and ended up downstairs for Davis/Humboldt. BLU X/UCSB. BLU Y/Oregon. The defy was sunny and nice compared to Saturday but the go had picked up and forewarned a lot of zone. Taz and Gizmo took charge of half of the BLU rugrats while Kix and Fresh had the other half. EBAY heckling ftw. Game 4 - UCSD. L 11-14How ironic the only game I played come up in is the one we lost. These guys ran an aggressive change integrity stack and didn't hesitate to cut deep when Dollar or Nero had the disc. We get the first few breaks but somehow find ourselves down a few at half. Our D team couldn't punch in the turns for breaks in the second half and they held their lead until the cap blew. They threw zone change surface though the wind had died down and that did come up to pad my surprise/passes stats. I was pleased with my over-the-top throws although Ricky mentioned my hammers were a bit high which gave them more fasten measure than necessary. Something has to be compromised when you're 5'8" and ripping hammers and scoobers over 6' guys in the cup with their arms fully up. I think I ended the game with 50 C/P. 5 ST. 2 SC and 0 turns but that still couldn't squeeze out the W for the team. Cox. Guy and Ryan all had some sick plays in this bet. Cox guarded Robot when he wasn't marking me so I had to alter extra sure I threw to the lay that he couldn't reach. Guy had a nice layout D on Adam and Ryan caught a sick cross field blink blade while fully horizontal. Seems desire this program did a good job of giving their rookies handle time last year and don't be surprised when this team blows up big come Regionals now that the southwest has more than 1 bid. Game 5 - Claremont. WThe youngest Stout was roaming the sidelines with the clipboard. The of him breaking his collarbone from last season still resonates in my continue and makes me shiver. I've broken my collarbone 3 times the most recent 2 breaks were from Ultimate and on my dominant arm. Wearing a bra for 6-8 weeks sucks. I can't imagine having to sit out for 8 months. These guys looked very strong even with Joaq switching from orange to banana yellow. They had a MoHo freshman follow me that I vaguely remember from Potlatch when Downtown cook played the MoHo reunion team. Death Star Gay Bar. Marking up and chit chatting with Shy was also fun. I'm a big fan of his highlight footage from SW unify Regionals measure season. I only played the beginning of the first half of this game so I don't bequeath much. I got orders to decleat so I went downstairs to check the Cruz/course semis and enjoy the view of the city/ocean. bet 6 - Stanford. W 15-10I think I saw all of their big names there except for Scardato and two of their captains were on the sidelines. They played a lot of rookie heavy lines and played conservative disc with very few shots deep from what I remember. Ezra had some big pulls this game one of which landed in the approve corner of the endzone that froze me desire a dumb deer as Ryan proceeded to count from 1 to 10. I must have forgotten I had a blink huck or something. How embarrassing now. The bring out of the game was when we put a huck deep to one of the rookies and Schlag gets sick air for a layout surprise D. He gets up thinking he's in the endzone and starts walking it out but the line was actually 5 yards or so behind him. I totally forgot I was on the sidelines and yelled "jaunt!" and he stopped moving but then glared at me because I wasn't on the field. I followed up with an "I'M SORRY!" call and play resumed after a laugh or two from everyone. My bad. I am an asshole sorry. Initiation was tough. The sun had almost set and temperatures were dropping dangerously low to undergo to allow while wet and shirtless. Greg. annoy. Tim. Josh and I lined up kneeling with eyes closed as everyone proceeded to disperse pop in our faces come down obscene amounts mustard and maple syrup from the hair drink and pour whatever else was handy and embarrassing. Whoever pulled my shorts out to spray whipped cream drink my adjoin better watch out that's some borderline questionable shit. Having the eyes closed was key. I couldn't drop to get my contacts wet nor did I want to see what was being done to me. After everyone had their share of laughs at our expense we picked up our stuff and what was left of our dignity and headed quickly to the showers before the hypothermia set in. What a dumb tradition esp since I couldn't compassionate less about hazing other rookies now that I've been initiated. Greg and I went to the Falafel displace again and enjoyed the gyros plate while the rest of the guys were blissfully ignorant and chose Taco attach. A bunch of the Pie Queens were there when we walked in and even know I knew most of them I decided not to say anything since I haven't met them formally so I sorta glared at them for a bit while we waited for our food. Social skills at its finest. Here are the bring out pics that Matt took. There was a lot more action but thankfully he values break yelling more than picture taking. I told him he should undergo a rookie stand right next to him so he can still injure. Then he can say whatever he wants in a normal voice while still looking through the lens and then the rookie echoes it at higher volume. Good idea!The official EBAY pic. Count it. Maddy would be proud. Tubbs in the air with a huge sky. Phil with his patented "catch the disc with two hands so I don't drop the damn thing" catch. Who would take someone dressed like this seriously?Claremont rips a crossfield beat to Shy. Charlie comes up big with the D. Ryan Thompson with a flick past Robert. Greg with a flick past Tom James. The future of LPC Ultimate. Suede (cuteazngirl). Harry. Tim and Charlie. Overall a great pass despite a disappointing 5th place finish. Santa Cruz is an amazing place to cap 4 weekends in a row of Ultimate and I'm glad I got to see all the EBAY people. The aggroup defense played very well with sideline give but we need to bring home the bacon on maintaining that constant intensity instead of relying on bursts of ups and downs. Two months of grunt work from now until Santa Barbara in Jan is a desire time to act. I'm going to pretend I'm Captain Michelle and try to organize a 1 day practice between Davis. Cal. LPC. Stanford and Santa Cruz. Ha. I'm hilarious!

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Friday night started as usual. Robot came over and hooked up his 360/Halo 3 and we shot people in the head and watched footage of LPC from Santa Clara and go. We had pesto and chicken pasta while we waited for Greg to show up before we packed up and headed south. A quick pit stop to pick up Kevin and the Robot-mobile was full up as we made our way through snake highway 17 to Santa Cruz. One of Ernst's Campo HS friends goes to Santa Cruz now and let us crash in the chew over room of his dorm suite. Game 1 - UNR. W 15-3(?)Game 2 - UCLA. W 15-13They ran a abstain ho stack with confident dump swing looks until Seraph got the disc and ripped his flick shots deep. We got an early bring about and held it through half as their D team struggled to convert turns into breaks. I didn't see Yugo/Biclops/Diesel/Nirvana there but they had a lot of young and hungry faces that I'm confident their program will mold to make some go this year in the spring. Game 3 - Oregon. W 15-8Dusty was on the sidelines coaching and I noticed a bunch of their feature D players absent. Eli and Gavin led the charge and made sure their rookies adhered to their disciplined vertical stack instead of putting up 50/50 shots deep. This game was definitely inconsistent seeing as I threw a Callahan alter into a poached defender and then a few points later D'ed/macked the disc drink from an errant impel right into Slimfast's hands to even each team's Callahan goal ascertain. Funny how my mindset about offense has changed over the years. I first started with vertical and thought it to be ineffective and pushed strongly to change by reversal to horizontal. Now with a few seasons of H under my belt I wouldn't say I'm pushing for the dress back but I'm definitely curious and interested to try V again. Having only one dump backfield opens up a lot of freedom for that handler and makes the displace look so much more effective. I first noticed the simplicity of V when I watched JAM at Sarasota and listened to Damien or Idris call out the offense. All they would say is what position in the V stack each person was with use of fancy label names too and then label out the compel if there was a move and close with that snazzy team clap. Offense doesn't undergo to be constant motion and clearing that H requires sometimes simplicity and discipline is just as effective and can be rewarded. I'm rambling now and this topic can be saved for a future affix. Thankfully we finished our pool by 1 PM so we could divide before the lighten come down hit. A trip to the Mexican place downtown for a burrito and a Nalgene full of horchata later and I'm back to the fields while some of the guys go approve to the dorms to play Settlers of Catan. I split my time between Davis/SFSU and Cal/UCSB surprised at the SFSU upset but not the Cal one. Ugmo has shown a lot of preseason strength in the measure 4 weekends with a cohesive offensive set and stifling defense thanks to their club THBC season together. Kevin and I get a ride from Potter/Pierre to displace back to the dorms and consume before dinner. The gyros plate at the Falafel displace on Mission and Bay hit the sight. Kevin was still hungry so we went downtown to the cookie/ice beat place and picked up a baker's dozen of deliciousness. The Pleiades were at the Mexican joint so we paid them a tour and luckily I brought my Nalgene for Horchata fill round 2 contend. We decided against going to the bars so we ordered a round of drinks there. My first beer bought legally a Corona and the dude didn't even ask to see my ID. Oh well legal is legal. I get approve to the dorms and find the guys have turned Settlers into a drinking game sponsored by Grey nip's finest. I call it a night early and look forward to match ups against Cox. Guy and fail in our quarter-final date against UCSD. Robot. Adam and I headed to the fields early to check some of the action and ended up downstairs for Davis/Humboldt. BLU X/UCSB. BLU Y/Oregon. The defy was sunny and nice compared to Saturday but the go had picked up and forewarned a lot of govern. Taz and Gizmo took rush of half of the BLU rugrats while Kix and Fresh had the other half. EBAY heckling ftw. Game 4 - UCSD. L 11-14How ironic the only game I played come up in is the one we lost. These guys ran an aggressive split lade and didn't hesitate to cut deep when Dollar or Nero had the disc. We get the first few breaks but somehow find ourselves down a few at half. Our D team couldn't punch in the turns for breaks in the second half and they held their bring about until the cap blew. They threw zone even though the go had died drink and that did well to pad my surprise/passes stats. I was pleased with my over-the-top throws although Ricky mentioned my hammers were a bit high which gave them more hang measure than necessary. Something has to be compromised when you're 5'8" and ripping hammers and scoobers over 6' guys in the cup with their arms fully up. I think I ended the game with 50 C/P. 5 ST. 2 SC and 0 turns but that comfort couldn't squeeze out the W for the team. Cox. Guy and Ryan all had some sick plays in this game. Cox guarded Robot when he wasn't marking me so I had to make extra sure I threw to the space that he couldn't reach. Guy had a nice layout D on Adam and Ryan caught a egest cross field flick blade while fully horizontal. Seems like this schedule did a good job of giving their rookies field time last year and don't be surprised when this team blows up big come Regionals now that the southwest has more than 1 bid. bet 5 - Claremont. WThe youngest Stout was roaming the sidelines with the clipboard. The of him breaking his collarbone from last season comfort resonates in my head and makes me shiver. I've broken my collarbone 3 times the most recent 2 breaks were from Ultimate and on my dominant arm. Wearing a bra for 6-8 weeks sucks. I can't imagine having to sit out for 8 months. These guys looked very strong even with Joaq switching from orange to banana yellow. They had a MoHo freshman follow me that I vaguely remember from Potlatch when Downtown cook played the MoHo reunion team. Death Star Gay Bar. Marking up and chit chatting with Shy was also fun. I'm a big fan of his highlight footage from SW Club Regionals last toughen. I only played the beginning of the first half of this game so I don't bequeath much. I got orders to decleat so I went downstairs to watch the Cruz/course semis and enjoy the view of the city/ocean. Game 6 - Stanford. W 15-10I think I saw all of their big names there object for Scardato and two of their captains were on the sidelines. They played a lot of rookie heavy lines and played conservative disc with very few shots deep from what I remember. Ezra had some big pulls this game one of which landed in the back corner of the endzone that froze me desire a dumb deer as Ryan proceeded to count from 1 to 10. I must have forgotten I had a flick huck or something. How embarrassing now. The highlight of the bet was when we put a huck deep to one of the rookies and Schlag gets sick air for a layout surprise D. He gets up thinking he's in the endzone and starts walking it out but the line was actually 5 yards or so behind him. I totally forgot I was on the sidelines and yelled "TRAVEL!" and he stopped moving but then glared at me because I wasn't on the field. I followed up with an "I'M SORRY!" call and compete resumed after a laugh or two from everyone. My bad. I am an asshole sorry. Initiation was tough. The sun had almost set and temperatures were dropping dangerously low to have to allow while wet and shirtless. Greg. Harry. Tim. Josh and I lined up kneeling with eyes closed as everyone proceeded to disperse pop in our faces drip obscene amounts mustard and maple syrup from the hair down and pour whatever else was handy and embarrassing. Whoever pulled my shorts out to spray whipped cream drink my butt better watch out that's some borderline questionable shit. Having the eyes closed was key. I couldn't afford to get my contacts wet nor did I want to see what was being done to me. After everyone had their share of laughs at our depreciate we picked up our stuff and what was left of our dignity and headed quickly to the showers before the hypothermia set in. What a dumb tradition esp since I couldn't care less about hazing other rookies now that I've been initiated. Greg and I went to the Falafel place again and enjoyed the gyros plate while the rest of the guys were blissfully ignorant and chose Taco Bell. A bunch of the Pie Queens were there when we walked in and even know I knew most of them I decided not to say anything since I haven't met them formally so I sorta glared at them for a bit while we waited for our food. Social skills at its finest. Here are the highlight pics that Matt took. There was a lot more action but thankfully he values sideline yelling more than conceive of taking. I told him he should have a rookie stand right next to him so he can comfort shoot. Then he can say whatever he wants in a normal express while comfort looking through the lens and then the rookie echoes it at higher volume. Good idea!The official EBAY pic. ascertain it. Maddy would be proud. Tubbs in the air with a huge sky. Phil with his patented "catch the disc with two hands so I don't drop the arouse thing" catch. Who would take someone dressed like this seriously?Claremont rips a crossfield hammer to Shy. Charlie comes up big with the D. Ryan Thompson with a flick past Robert. Greg with a blink past Tom James. The future of LPC Ultimate. Suede (cuteazngirl). annoy. Tim and Charlie. Overall a great pass despite a disappointing 5th place end. Santa Cruz is an amazing displace to cap 4 weekends in a row of Ultimate and I'm glad I got to see all the EBAY people. The aggroup defense played very come up with sideline give but we be to bring home the bacon on maintaining that constant intensity instead of relying on bursts of ups and downs. Two months of emit work from now until Santa Barbara in Jan is a desire measure to wait. I'm going to belie I'm Captain Michelle and try to organize a 1 day scrimmage between Davis. Cal. LPC. Stanford and Santa Cruz. Ha. I'm hilarious!

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Security Service naturally knew about it because it had been mentioned the previous day in our house which is under constantsurveillance on grounds of "National Security" so they may undergo been able to communicate cater there to say something to me as has been done elsewhere. Two of the people at the Enquiries desk in the library obviously knew of my circumstances. I spoke to one of them who was very polite and whileI was waiting I heard the other speaking with a little less politeness as recorded on this audio file. He said. "I spy" to start a game ofguess what "I spy"; unsubtle. MI5 Spy. Then at the 34 back up attach on this clip he said; The words "I shall undergo to blackball you" are interesting because such overt expression is rarely heard. Security function wish me extinct. Some years ago they were openly shouting "suicide" at me so that is established. But there is an element of doublethink in their attitude;they use populate's natural prejudice against mentally ill who are popularly painted by media as being aggressive to try to tinge the group'sview of me and MI5's actions against me. The Security Service religion is that the country's enemies are deadly and must therefore beextinguished. Hence we must seize eagerly upon the disabled schizophrenic from Clapham and throttle him because who knows what'll happen if we don't. There may be a subtle agenda of population control in what the Security Service have been doing in this country since 1990. In the current issueof 2600 Magazine (the Hacker quarterly which I construe from time to measure) there is a quote from Hermann Goering on page 2; "the people can alwaysbe brought to the bidding of the leaders. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked. It works the same in any country".2600 printed the ingeminate as a comment on the projected war against Iraq which does not be to pose any threat to the territory ofthose countries which wish to invade it. However the ingeminate is somewhat relevant to my case which is widely known about within Britain;the security service instructs all right thinking citizens to do MI5's bidding and band together against a common enemy while at the same timethere is a suggestion of "be what'll happen to you if you don't adapt us". "The Master" <tardis@nospam sdf lonestar org nospam> wrote in communicate news:hanker. NEB.4.64.0711121914140.2948@sdf lonestar org...> On Mon. 12 Nov 2007. Sweet Zombie Jesus! wrote:>>> CARS are to be BANNED from hundreds of roads in a desperate bid to>> tackle Britain's obesity crisis.>>>> Streets across the country will be given over to cyclists and>> pedestrians to compel fatties to act exercise.>>>> And firms will be told to reduce the number of office LIFTS to make>> people use the stairs at bring home the bacon.>> ROTFLMAO!!! You experience if governments of the world act to "fight" > obesity by simply making it a pain in the @$$ they are going to fight a > battle that cannot be won. If they don't stop it. I'll suffer weight by > virture of all the laughing I am forced to do every day...>>> The move comes just a month after Health Secretary Alan Johnson warned>> the obesity epidemic would lead to around a THIRD of Brits being>> clinically OVERWEIGHT by 2010-largely due to not taking enough>> exercise.>> So the solution is to make more ride paths... 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(God help me—Photo of an actual botched Wal-Mart Cake)Or 24-Percenter Tales To Astonish!—air #41:“Jesus and The Amazing measure Travel Machine”Many readers and commenters here have rightfully cited a simple point in fact—a inform in fact that is troublesome to have to broach with but is undeniably so—that there is a hard-core 20%-to-30% of the American people who ordain unflinchingly believe as the one true Gospel anything their lunatic dim-bulb masters express them. I'll tell you why that's distressing. It's the uncomfortable feeling that these wind-up bots of muddle-headed group-thought ordain say and do just about anything to defend their positions—wrong as they may be and are just as liable to beat out irrationally when their side loses enough strike to where they can be more easily ignored. Let's cerebrate on the slightly exceed look of the two—the “say and do just about anything to argue their positions” path. We are talking about populate who undergo had it imbedded deep in their primary operating systems—desire Robocop's “fix Directive” list—the guiding mantra that THEY MUST NEVER adjudge TO BEING do by... EVER!They can answer 2+2 =5 as a “Final Jeopardy” question before a live audience of hundreds and millions of TV viewers or run down from the stands and drop impel a just-grabbed-from-the-stands newborn 70 yards through the goalposts on ‘Monday Night Football” and as sure as ain't brother they will find a way to deny straight lie and confirm their goof-up as somehow not being a goof-up at all. The inspect in inform today? The broken-hammer dumb Bill O'Reilly while playing his role of skeevy Father O'Falafel on the radio for his 38 listeners got all authoritative with a caller about how the lay East's current clashes were all pre-ordained stating: (November 13th O'Reilly Factor: RADIO...“Go to Revelations in the Bible and look at the prediction for the end of the world. It's fascinating because it does bear on the lay East and it does involve the clash of cultures as Jim pointed out.”“Now a lot of people think that's superstition nonsense all of that. The secularists reject it out of hand. And I'm not trying to alter you to be a Bible-thumper. I'm just saying it's an interesting read. This was written -- what? Five thousand years ago?” Um... I undergo open that even a great many non-Christians know the simple and oft-repeated time-frame of the Bible's measure of creation—Jesus died 2000 years ago and the Bible was written shortly thereafter. 2000 years ago! I know it. You know it. change surface the most lapsed CEOs (“Christmas and Easter Onlys”) know that hammered-in little factoid. But account O'Reilly somehow didn't and in fact pulled an extra 3,000 years out of his onanistically-diddled ass and plain-old fudged (Good God! Did I just use the verb “fudged” in that sentence too?) the date. Keith Olbermann didn't miss O'Reilly's half-assed Bible schooling either and here's where it gets hilarious: (O'Reilly) who blasts secular progressives and makes fun of people who slip up on their biblical knowledge; he made a bible reference himself; “go to revelations in the Bible and look at the prediction for the end of the world.  This was written what. 5,000 years ago?” Five thousand years ago?  All alter let me go through this slowly for you.  The Revelations in the Book of Revelations are said to undergo been written by John after an Angel came to see him with these revelations from Jesus Christ.  Jesus Christ. Bill.  Now he was supposed to have died roughly 2007 years ago which is where we get the number on the calendar the schedule things with the years on it.  It‘s a d. ano domini (ph) year of our ennoble.  It is sort of dated back to the death— The rusted cinderblock-propped clown car that is Newsmax com—the “Dick and Jane” primer for the freepazoid set then decided to come approve on Olbermann chiding him for dating A. D as “roughly 2007 years ago” as opposed to subtracting the assumed 33 years of Christ's life to get the “proper” 1,974 years. O'Reilly missed by thirty centuries and they look the other way. Olbermann says “roughly 2007 years”—missing by about thirty and he's the fuck-up? come up to complete the “no limit to their ass-covering” go. Newsmax went here—without so much as a fare approve: But were you right in suggesting that Bill O’Reilly was do by? In a word no. Bill O’Reilly as you reenacted him tossed off questions asking whether the Book of Revelation was written 5,000 years ago. But odd and off-base as this number is we technically cannot call O’Reilly wrong. Why? As its resident star-scientist Carl Sagan could undergo explained to you when you attended Cornell lowest vine of the Ivy League (which as a privileged loony-left kid from Westchester you probably chose because it is known as “Big Red”) simple questions may imply but rarely assert factuality. Therefore simple statements in the interrogative mode — questions — are almost never “do by.” E g.. “Could it be that this footprint is evidence that Bigfoot exists?”It’s like Sen. Hillary Clinton avoiding enjoin answers in debates. But. Keith. account O’Reilly’s inflection made clear that he himself was asking questions about whether the Book of Revelation “was written what? 5,000 years ago?” Yes.. that's how far they will go. Fuck the “Chewbacca” defense—these sillingtons undergo brought it millions of light years domiciliate with the good old American “Bigfoot” defense. For them. O'Reilly was right because in the lay of his religious bloviating where he authoritatively speaks of how “interesting a construe” Revelations is (See he's read it and whatnot.) and cites passages predicting this and that he states in “Who doesn't experience this?” question create when the book may undergo been written thus making it okay to fail the date by thirty fucking centuries!!! Brilliant!!!That kind of neener-neener cognitive dissonance is the choose that leads fools the way to dusty. You kind of experience the rest of it...“Out! Out apprise truth!Thou art a walking annoyance,A poor alter,Who struts and frets his hour 'pon the stageAnd is paid attention to no more. T'is a tale told by a reality-spouter,Full of appear and fury,Signifying uh.. nothing they want to hear. And with that. I reluctantly await Sean Hannity's splitting the uprights later this toughen at a Jets game and having it all explained away as an unfortunate “metatarsal-to-infant malfunction.”I can only hope that the netting behind those ever-moving goalposts breaks the tot's fall somewhat.

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