Month: July 2021

The summer prodj

Boat Projects, James' Blog, Life Under Sail

I was so jealous of Dena last fall in Boston. While I was rediscovering how truly shitty the marina industry can be Dena was kill’n-it on the new color scheme. Well, my turn! I wanted to continue alternating the the colors all the way up the trunkhouse so the next obvious line was the teak detail strip following the line along the top of the house. Like all the other teak on the boat it was subjected to chemical abrasives for many years before we adopted her so it was pretty fucked up and far gone. Better epoxy that shit. I put two coats of G-Flex all the way around between shitty weather days and wake heavy weekends then wet sanded with 80 grit. …then I primed, …and cleaned, …sanded, …and cleaned, …painted, …and cleaned, And ultimately got a pretty good coat on there. The weather really has been a total drag for most of this spring and summer so I’ve got a dynamic that I’ve been working with. It’s a little frustrating because I’m not able to see the kinds of changes I want, as quickly as I’d like. At this point it’s definitely not what I’d call perfect. I have some touch-up work to do and of course some more clean-up, but hey, at least I’m doing the only work I consider worth doing and best of all… I’m totally not jealous!  

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The Hat Trick

James' Blog

…Is a sportzing term described by the googs as “the achievement of a generally positive feat three times in one game.” for some reason it’s most popular with hockey-sportzers. But I do love the Cricket-sportzer version, get a load of this mouthful of stupidity, “…the taking of three wickets by the same bowler with successive balls.” AYFKM?! “Successive BALL’S?!” Anyway, My version of a summer-power-boater hat trick would be four perfectly aligned storms, one on each of the Summer-Days-Of-Doom… Memorial Day… Father’s Day… 4th of July… …and Labor Day. One more to go for that perfect summer hat trick. I’m crossing my fingers.

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…I kind of miss it.

James' Blog

So we’re still “living in” Salem, Mass, on the boat, on a mooring and there’s more faded blue hair here every day than I ever saw at the Surrealist Magic Theatre on any given Tuesday at the Weathered Wall (Seattle cir1993). You really had to be there. But this place, Salem, this place is fucking cheesy, seriously witchy-cheesy, I mean capes and home-made brooms kind of cheesy, commodifide-religious-murder kind of cheesy. Really fucking cheesy! But it wasn’t just a little while ago. It was awesome just a couple of months ago when I was riding my bike in the aforementioned town all by myself right down the middle of the road, in the middle of the day doing 30kph with just a couple of masked Blue-Hairs-with capes scattered here and there for esthetics. Well, those days are gone my friends. Now there’s 1000’s of them, and they, those cheesy blue-tinted morbid little freaks with bad fashion sense, are all  driving their fucking cars in my town, parking and opening their fucking car doors…On…ME! Every motherfucking day! There was a time when you could go into a liquor store and they would demand you put a mask on. And I thought that was funny. There was this incredible time, last year, when we could sail into a town like Salem Massachusetts, get a 3 lb lobster with all the trimmings and have the whole god-damn restaurant staff genuinely thrilled to see us. There was this wonderful moment not long ago when I thought Hollywood would die the quick death it deserves. Nah, not anymore. Yeah, yeah, I’m happy for you if your businesses are back to thriving or at the very least on the up-swing but… I miss people waving from across the street to perfect strangers, like us, just to[…]

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