Ugh, I (once again) hate wage slavery!

Here we are, getting up before the sun, riding to the gym, working all day within a few paces of each other and more or less resigning ourselves to our particular version of the long term grind… …And then it snapped inside me, it really did, I hate newly manufactured packaged consumer capitalism! It’s disgusting!! It might have been the evil abrasions that appeared on my uvula shortly after starting the job that threw me into a rage about my position in the evil cycle of 21st century American consumerism, I don’t know, but… …Take a piece of equipment, okay, let’s just say a shackle, it gets made by a person (most likely) operating a machine and zip tied to a plastic sign/rack hanger-thingy. Then that shackle goes into a plastic bag, into a very large box full of shackles, they get craned, shipped half way around the planet, craned again, trucked, flown, trained, trucked again, hand-trucked, unpacked, sold and ultimately replaced for no other reason than the boater was replacing the line the “old” shackle was attached to. Oh yeah, and all that petroleum-based packaging that got dragged along the way? Well, it either went into the ground or in the ocean somewhere! Then there’s the fact, yes fact, that most of the labor that is shipped offshore to international manufacturing countries is abused, overworked, under-paid and often, under the age of ten. This is not some revelation to me but it suddenly became too much of a contrast with the rest of my life… …which is extraordinary.   …And beautiful. So I quit and got a job selling recycled marine hardware. (Not exactly in that order) I haven’t even started yet but it feels so much better.  

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Agonizing Reticulation

A glorious year… April 15 2015 until this very minute, we’ve been living underway! Awesome year, man, but now we gotta go to work. Dena started her job on Thursday, it snowed on Saturday… …And on Sunday we tucked a couple of reefs in and motor-beat our asses out of South River. We broadened her down on the wind and the waves, put the engine in the off position and hooked our way around Tommy-Point and back up into Back Creek. We then dropped the hook in 10 feet of gacky mud with a 7-to-1 scope… Shook off the chill…And went back to doing what we think is really important, Agonizing over the perfect reticulation on the panels during the days we’re not on the boat for getting as much entertainment and cool beverages as possible for the days we are.

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