Liberty is being free from the things we don't like in order to be slaves of the things we do like.--Ernest Benn

Wednesday, April 18, 2012


I've lost it. Das Boot arguably has no chance in less than eight knots. But that does not mean I should deliberately get the most conspicuous poster-boy bad start imaginable. Where was my mind tonight? Where were my eyes? Not focused on last minute wind changes. Not focused on the multivariate factors comprising my "Good-Enough" starts to which I putatively aspire.

Too much writing/blogging/photographing? Too much competition in other spheres? VORG? EPL? Too much going-through-the-motions in my business-as-usual night job? Go to harbor. Bring beer & ice. Open the boat. Power out of the slip. Raise the sails. Start. Is it over yet? Is that it?

If it is, I have to engage in some introspection. Maybe I ought to approach every race like it's a 50-50 proposition that I'm going to give up the wheel at the start. I mean why shouldn't Das Boot have some one at the helm who gives a frigging damn? Everyone else aboard seems to. I can be the camera man. or the GPS man.

Something to think about.


  1. One bad start does not a trend make.

  2. I thought 'trophy wife' was the designated skipper for light airs.

    1. She is. She didn't take over any too soon.