Monday, June 15, 2015

K+10 What the fuck?

I didn't expect to do many posts for June but I just saw this and I must comment.

RETRO 2005 Brag It Up Post K Style
"I wasn't there, but I do mythologize the post Katrina era, now you can see why! No walls or electricity, just metabolize it all! A resilient dreamscape; A 5-D immersive experience. Live like a local did. Welcome, we'll leave the lights off for you."

Hopefully, it's been taken down by the time you, Dear Reader, peruse this post. The (half)wit who posted it is a vile douchebag. No more need be said.

Fuck you, asshole.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

K+10 atemporal flashback

We're going thorough our stuff, preparing to go RVing for "a while" starting in the first week of July. Digging into the back of one of my drawers, I found my 2005 season pass to Splashtown in Houston (technically in Spring, TX), dated 09/04/05. Memories of the surreal experience of evacuating New Orleans and watching the destruction on tv, while living the sweet suburban life in Spring (just outside of Houston) at my brother's house, barbecuing steaks, going waterskiing, shopping at the upscale shopping center, and, of course, visiting the waterpark. We bought season passes cuz the cost was the same as 2 individual day trips. We figured we'd visit at least that many times.

While New Orleans rotted into a third-world cesspool, literally, with the detritus and effluent left after the water retreated.

I'll talk more about that when I get to that timeframe in this narrative. Thanks for putting up with us, Chuck and family. It was a heavenly haven.

Splashtown today

Saturday, June 13, 2015

K+10 June

This is the first of a series of posts I intend to do, remembering our experiences involving Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans... and elsewhere.

We had always intended to do a long family sailing cruise. We finally changed that from a generic discussion to a reality in 2005. We made a firm decision to buy a boat in New Orleans, prep it for a 6~12-month cruise, and putter down to the Florida Keys, then the Caribbean islands.

For the first half of 2005, we still had Chiara, our Italian exchange student; Ronnie and Chloe stayed home with her while MJ and I flew to New Orleans to buy a boat. I did some preshopping online and narrowed things down to a few possibilities. Talked to a broker and arranged a whirlwind shopping experience with him. My old pal Bob had an empty rental apartment in one of his buildings uptown and he generously loaned us that plus a car. We were ready to shop boats.

MJ and I spent several days going through likely candidates. The broker was very competent and excited to help us pursue such a lovely dream. I liked working with him. Allowing a couple of days at the end of our trip to finalize a deal, we stopped looking at boats after a few days and discussed the best possibilities between us there on site and with Ronnie and Chloe back in the Northwest by telephone.

Our two finalists were a C&C 39 and a Hunter 34.

C&C 39 stock photo

Hunter 34 stock photo

The C&C was actually a boat I really liked and respected in a general sense. It's a boat I would have bought as a "lifetime" boat at that time. Well-built, powerful, fast, an excellent boat. The Hunter was a price-point coastal cruiser. Not a boat I'd ever consider as a "lifetime" boat. A Chevy against the C&C's BMW, to give a car analogy.

However, the Hunter was a lot cheaper, naturally, and more to the point, MJ strongly preferred its layout. It was more casual-friendly. Given that we weren't buying a lifetime boat, just one to use for a while then resell, and given that we were planning for the Keys and the Caribbean, not trans-Pacific crossings or the Roaring Forties, we discussed it with the folks back home and decided on the Hunter. Happily, for efficiency's sake, it was in the broker's stables and negotiating purchase price and details of the deal was a straightforward matter of dealing with him alone. Finalized the paperwork, made a down payment, and returned home.

That pretty much took care of June.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

The Ballad of the Unschooled Parent.

The Ballad of the Unschooled Parent.

Intro F G Amin

Verse 1:
Amin                                       G
They do well in spite
G                                            Amin
of the pressures that we fight.
(repeat chord changes)
Reading we won't expedite,
Yet they'll be erudite.

Verse 2:
Don’t mean to sound trite
But their future is so bright.
They’re preparing to take flight.
In love and joy, we all unite.

F         G        Amin        G  (X4)
My "experience" is making my clothes too tight.
My experience has made my beard turn white.
But my experience has made my spirit light.
And my experience says we're doing something right.

Verse 3:
Some call us troglodyte;
But that just might be spite,
Cuz that would be a blight
On our sweet delight.

Verse 4:
We seek passion’s height
By both day and night.
Studies we could cite
To show we’re outta sight.


Ride (to verse form X2)

Verse 5:
An anchored sailboat at The Bight
Or TT racing on the Isle of Wight,
We pursue our own delight,
Whichever kind seems right.

Verse 6:
We don’t wanna fight
If you act like the Black Knight.
We’ll just seek our own sight
And now I have no more to write.




Saturday, May 16, 2015

Boiled Shrimp

Boiled shrimp (crab, crawfish, whatever)

Water in a LARGE pot

3# shrimp

2 oz. cayenne

2 oz. Tabasco

3 garlics, peeled

3 lemons, quartered

Bay leaves, a few

2 onions, quartered

2 oz. salt

Bottle of Zatarain’s crab boil

Optional: new potatoes (pierce with fork), corn on the cob

Put in everything except the shrimp. Bring to a boil. If using potatoes, wait until they’re done. Put in the shrimp for 3 minutes. Remove from heat. Let soak until they’re as spicy as you like.


Saturday, May 09, 2015

May 2015

An interesting month. At the end of the month it will be Ronnie's 50th birthday. There's a milestone. It will also be the timeframe of the annual LIFE is Good Unschooling Conference, always a delightful family adventure.

Significantly, this month finds us in the process of preparing for a long RV trip. Ronnie's work contract will end at the end of June, then in early July she and I will hit the road.

Therefore, right now we are preparing the house for us to be absent and for the girls to occupy it in a different organization.


Tuesday, April 28, 2015

67 - What does it mean?

It’s a prime number, the nineteenth prime, an irregular prime, a lucky prime, a Pillai prime, and a Heegner number.

It’s the registry of the aircraft carrier named for President Kennedy – USS John F. Kennedy: CV-67.

In the New General Catalog of astronomy, number 67 is an elliptical galaxy in the constellation of Andromeda.

Sikorsky’s “Blackhawk” rotorcraft is S-67.

It’s the atomic number of Holmium (Ho), one of the rare earth elements.

Rare Earth (I Just Wanna Celebrate)
No, not *that* Rare Earth! But it is a cause for me to celebrate because this is my 67th birthday!

Aha! Now we’re getting somewhere.

So, what it means to me is that I’m another year older. Ok. Well…

My weight is now down below 150. It’s been gradually coming down from my high of 185 a coupla years ago. I feel much better. Hooray for that. A bad twang of my right knee last year was ameliorated by a corticosteroid injection and a return to iaido and kendo has been a boon to my physical self and my psyche. I really love both disciplines. I’m still playing music every Tuesday night with the Basement Boys, an excellent creative outlet.

The girls are now juniors at the University of Washington. There’s a milestone. Next month, Ronnie will have her 50th. Wow! Most significantly, Ronnie is not going to sign a new work contract. When this one ends at the end of June, we are loading up the tent trailer and hitting the road.


The girls will be in charge of the house and continue their schooling while Ronnie and I have a lovely RV adventure. So I think the highlight of this birthday is that we’re getting ready to be RV cruisers during my 67th year. I enjoyed writing blog posts about our SSUDs sailing and diving trip in 2011; so I think I might blog our upcoming roadtrip.

 Stay tuned!