Showing posts with label sailing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sailing. Show all posts
07 May 2013
09 March 2012
22 February 2012
10 February 2012
24 January 2012
Jazz on a Summer's Day
Venice is going to feel like summer (79 and sunny) and look like summer (I'm going sailing) this weekend.
The 1958 Newport Jazz Festival documentary Jazz on a Summer's Day is a gem. I first saw it at Luke's on NYE 2008, as he and I readied ourselves for a dance party at The Echo. It's on Netflix streaming and YouTube in it's entirety. Here's an excerpt with Thelonious Monk, lots of dapper hipsters, and purdy sailboats.
The 1958 Newport Jazz Festival documentary Jazz on a Summer's Day is a gem. I first saw it at Luke's on NYE 2008, as he and I readied ourselves for a dance party at The Echo. It's on Netflix streaming and YouTube in it's entirety. Here's an excerpt with Thelonious Monk, lots of dapper hipsters, and purdy sailboats.
06 August 2011
summer playlist
Spotify is such a time suck. Today, I woke up, spent four hours clicking through Spotify, got my hair cut, went sailing, then came home and spent another three hours on Spotify. yikes.
Firstly, I think everyone should spend an afternoon in my apartment listening to music. It's pretty amazing. The light! The sea breeze! The windows! I'm bragging. But it's just that good in this tiny studio.
Secondly, if you're not on Spotify, you should join. I put a playlist together for Art's bbq tomorrow. It's nostalgia porn. It goes from yacht rock to 90s hip hop to 70s R&B and makes a lot of pit stops in down south gangsta rap. Yeah, there are four Lauryn Hill songs (not including 2 Fugees tracks) and three from Janet Jackson. I do miss good female MCs. Janelle, Nicki, no pressure.
Click here for the evolving playlist.
05 August 2011
Happy Friday!
We're sailing tomorrow. Robert just got a spinnaker (see example below) for the boat. It replaces the traditional jib, and when it billows out like a balloon in front of the bow, it's called flying. swag.
It'll be all of our first time giving it a go with the spinnaker. Wish us luck.
Sexy McSultry, leaning on a main sail, won't be joining us on our voyage.
02 June 2011
Sword of the Sun
Mr. Palomar swims in that sword, or, more precisely, that sword remains always before him; at every stroke of his, it retreats, and never allows him to overtake it.
"Mr. Palomar", short story by Italo Calvino. it's worth your 10 minutes, if i may say so. find it here.
Labels:
italo calvino,
sailing,
surfing,
swimming,
sword of the sun
25 April 2011
21 April 2011
Reach
12 April 2011
06 April 2011
28 March 2011
16 February 2011
Fog Happens
We tried to sail on Sunday, but got turned back at the break by a layer of fog you could cut with a butter knife.
Labels:
angle of attack,
fluid dynamics,
photography,
sailing
14 February 2011
26 July 2010
24 June 2010
And on the seventh day, he sailed
29 April 2010
Sailing on the Brain
28 April 2010
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