We passed statute mile 1000 this morning just after my (James’s) second watch…just after my first visible-light watch, about two hours after we kedged off the bottom in the southern[…]
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Category: James’ Fiction
The Big City!
Ever since my early days of watching Bollywood movies in awe of the sheer volumes of talent and resources that go into these truly incredible works of frivolous entertainment I[…]
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Heading Out from Baltimore
We’re leaving Fells Point on a lovely, breezy morning. There are about 5 knots of wind blowing us out of the Patapsco River and we’ll get a nice ride for[…]
Read moreThe Broom
“You’re listening to ‘Pussy-Cock Juice is Weird’ live on 89.1fm FUCC, Belltown’s only totally illegal Micro-Radio source. I’m Snatch, one of three delicious fem-fantastic hosts and this is Azer-By-Jane, say[…]
Read moreAn elaboration of sorts…
The century was almost old enough to discard and our Sovereign Nation was in ship shape and Bristol fashion. The event was the celebration of our first anniversary and the[…]
Read moreDJ Schlomotion
Schlomotion sits at the radio console and stares at the soft amber glow of the instrumentation his thick brow is furrowed in concentration and the anger is welling inside. The[…]
Read moreEdwin…
Through a 13th floor window a cold January wind whispers a story. A story of a top hat made of silk, a pen that scratches on paper and of a[…]
Read moreThe Ocean Blues Again…
The Sailing Vessel Sapien and her crew of two set out once again on the Ocean Blue. At 1600 hours on Friday the 13th day of April in the year[…]
Read moreThe Trip…
“The hour is 10 PM, the frequency is 89.1 FM, the station broadcasting this signal is called FUCC, and you are hearing the magic of the electronically transmitted human condition.[…]
Read more20 days of Pacific or rather, Just Go!
Just… Go! I can see no reason not to just go… So on the 17th of October in the year of 2006 we just went. The boat, the sailing vessel[…]
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