I wrote a book

A long long time ago, okay 1983, a friend of mine by the name of Michael O’ Sullivan told me he thought the only two things that could bring human-kind together would be A) an alien invasion or B) a genuine messiah. He also told me that explained his initial distrust in the myth of christ. He said, “If he would have been the real thing everyone would’ve believed him.” That one really soaked in for a few years so by the time I was a junior in college a story had more or less resolved in my imagination. I told my friend Ann that, “when I make myself lunch everyday I fantasize about a rock and roll messiah named W.A. Steinway. A real messiah one who communicated through music that everyone loved.” While I was building my lunch- there was a whole lot of pb&j back then- I would set up scenes so by the time I was sitting and eating I could play out dialogue in my head like we were talking over a meal. Ann was a writer herself and she told me that food preparation was actually a deeply creative and meditative state and what was happening to me was quite normal for a freaky person like myself. The story was called W.A.S. and it went like this. The protagonist- a dude, a white dude, (sorry it was the ’80’s and I was in Oklahoma with very little access to people of color or culture in my very insulated community I get it), Anyway, our so called- musical-christ- has returned to human kind after a prolonged unexplained hiatus (not at all unlike Robert Redford in The Natural) to write one final piece for Earth and Humanity before he dies at the hands of his best friend.[…]

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Geographically inspired

I (James) have a winter problem. My problem with winter in New England isn’t that it’s cold. I don’t really mind the cold that much. My problem is nothing, meaning no one, works and you can’t go anywhere without a great deal of effort. I mean, we travel through the universe on bikes and boats so if we’re frozen in with both we get kind of itchy. Every ride is slow and careful, especially with some thawing of the snow mounds and refreezing at night. It’s a dance of glare – the wet glare of the melt water vs the glassy ice. …and ultimately that leads to powerful inspiration. Not only visually but geographically! And what does being geographically inspired mean to us? Well, it means Pointing The Boat and that means travel, serious travel. I (Dena) have been holding down the straight job for just over 11 months. It’s a big question mark on whether they value my work enough to keep me, meaning offer me the money that would make spending on the boat improvements more attractive than traveling on the boat itself in the state we’ll get it to before summer. During this last snow storm we pulled out the Cornell books and went to work on a Northern Atlantic route that would be a profound ocean passage while working with the prevailing weather systems. We discovered that we are in a very nice position to do a haul-out then sail from here, Lynn, MA to Block Island at the beginning of June. That shakes us down for the tight reach across the Atlantic Ocean to the Azores Island chain. We’re expecting that crossing to take 15 days to a month. I have less information about my mom’s Azevedo side than her Miller side, but I’m intrigued[…]

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