why when I see your beautiful face does it feel like the first time I saw your face?
how could you have looked more like an angel with the sun shining through your golden hair?
how can it be that I still am after all this time?how can it be that my heart still skips a beat? why when I see your beautiful face does it feel like the first time I saw your face? how could you have looked more like an angel with the sun shining through your golden hair?
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For as long as I've had my name folks get the spelling wrong... Now, I appreciate there are many ways to spell it, in fact given it is such a short nane, it is surprisingly variable. When folks ask the correct spelling, I appreciate it greatly. When folks go as far as asking if I prefer "Allan" or "Al", I appreciate that too ( I prefer "Allan", thank you). Al can be confused with "Albert" and "Alvin"...I am neither... What really chaps my ass is when people who should know better get it wrong, particularly people I've worked with for an extended period of time, some even years. I extend the courtesy of asking others about their names, even the pronounciation if it is not obvious...Hell, I'm even interested in the genus of a name!! If one cannot bother getting a name right, especially if it's on a card then the sentiment is diminished to a great degree... That is all... _
Don't Forget Your Old Shipmates (sung to the tune of: " Don't Forget Your Old Shipmates") Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack. Safe and sound at home again, let the waters roar, Jack. Chorus Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! Since we sailed from Plymouth Sound, four years gone, or nigh, Jack. Was there ever chummies, now, such as you and I, Jack? Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! We have worked the self-same gun, quarterdeck division. Sponger I and loader you, through the whole commission. Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! Oftentimes have we laid out, toil nor danger fearing, Tugging out the flapping sail to the weather earring. Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! When the middle watch was on and the time went slow, boy, Who could choose a rousing stave, who like Jack or Joe, boy? Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now. Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now. Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! But the best of friends must part, fair or foul the weather. Hand yer flipper for a shake, now a drink together. Long we've tossed on the rolling main, now we're safe ashore, Jack. Don't forget yer old shipmate, faldee raldee raldee raldee rye-eye-doe! _ I think I have a handle on what Love is...
I know it as a feeling of both bliss and torment, of ease and struggle, as simplicity and complexity, of pleasure and pain, of enlightenment and fog... I know it as both peace and worry, as fulfillment and longing,.. and it is as puzzling as being lost in a labyrinth for the first time or the tenth... It is love that makes a memory pop to the surface after years and years of dormancy and cause a chill or a flutter or a lump or a tear... It is love that makes us want to stay and love that makes us go... It is love that makes being alone both OK and not... It is love that makes us both patient and restless... It is love that gives us appetite to feast or to starve... It is love that lets us know that all is right even if it all seems wrong... Fuck, I love you. Below is 2 minute clip of a storm last night...it was recorded down below. the creaks sound a little louder than they actually were and the howling in the background seems quieter than it actually was...oh well. 30kt winds with 48kt gusts! The clip will not play on Windows media player but, a VLC-type player works dandy. Bliss...
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facing back leaning against protesting oars I picture you facing me as I row sun reflecting off water dapples your golden hair and skin in silver streaks blinding my eyes as my heart had long been blinded by Love Fall is not my season. When I was a kid it meant going to the lake less and less until that final weekend, the final sail, hauling out, winterizing and putting the boat to bed for the winter. We might make the two-hour drive once or twice to the harbour to check up on things but mostly the boat lay covered in snow, kept company by a hundered or so others.
When I was younger yet and the boats were smaller, we would be able to look out the bedroom windows, my dad and I, and look at our sleeping beauty covered in snow, sitting on a trailer in the driveway. We'd even get out there some days and shovel her off and go below and have a sit in the frigid cold. The visits were short and we we were soon back in the house, warm in front of a fire talking and laughing about the past summer and conspiring over the next. The Beach Boys, Buddy Holly, Johnny Cash, Willie & Waylon and the soundtrack to "Jonathan Livingston Seagull" ("JLS") often accompanied these days of rock-hard earth and water just as they would on those soft, summer days at anchor in a secluded Canadian Shield bay or racing back to the harbour with a bone in her teeth. My Pop has been gone for just over ten years now and despite the evolution of digital media I still have some of his cds in my collection and books on the shelf... I have a boat of my own now and I live on her. She floats on sea water not fresh. She does see snow but, it doesn't last. Hauling out means a few days on the hard not several months. But, the "fall feelings" I experience has not changed. The cockpit cushions are stowed away as are the deck chairs. The dingy is on her davits. The diesel fireplace is on daily now after months sitting idle. It's dark soooo early and getting more so every day. I love the rebirth of spring. Fresh buds, leaves, the promise of local fruits and veg. The first Friday beer on the patio of our favorite local. Putting the top down on the car. Seasonal vendors folding away the shutters. Road trips and hikes... you get the idea. It's not that most of these activities cannot be entertained during the fall and winter months here, in fact, we are very lucky to be able to enjoy the out-of-doors almsot all year round here. But, we do still face the short days in which to do them and, I admit Island life can make one a little "climatically soft" I'm thankful to be able to throw on the foulies and go for a daysail in December or, on a sunny January day to put the top down and soak in the rays while bombing down the road. So, I don't want to sound like I'm complaining but, the fact remains that I've never been in love with fall and I am still not...it makes me glum. But once winter sets in, things do brighten up in my heart. Once Christmas passes, the days get longer again and Snow Drops and Shooting Stars pop up with a pledge that Spring is just around the corner. For now I will attempt to celebrate Autumn with a cozy fire and warm tea. Maybe I'll dust off that "JLS" cd and give it a listen and float away for a while on memories of my Pop, warm days at the lake, Loons, towels drying on the lifelines and digging through all those cassettes for the perfect soundtrack of the day. "Barney's Version"
It had been on my to-see list all Summer but, I have not had the patience or been in the mood to sit and stare...this goes for movies as well as photo processing...my hard drives are aching under the weight of gigabytes of unedited photos over the past several months. "Barney's Version" is based on Mordecai Richler's 1997 novel of the same Name. It is written as an autobiography of the main character, Barney through his sordid life of excesses in money, booze, drugs and of course women. Even a murder accusation hangs over his head. But, as the story progresses he, of course is revealed as a real human being experiencing real life and real troubles...some of his own doing and some not so much. I think the movie was about humanity and I really fell in love with the character. Paul Giamatti cemented himself as one of my favorite actors in his portrayal of Barney and he is well supported by a cast peppered with well knowns and not. The settings are awesome as is the soundtrack. If you admit you cried I might do the same. ...The harbormaster reread the king's visiting card, then asked, Can you tell me why you want the boat, to go to the unknown island, There are no unknown islands left, That's just what the king said to me, He learned everything he knows about islands from me, It's odd that you, a man of the sea, should say to me that there are no unknown islands left, I'm a man of the land and yet I know that even known islands remain unknown until we set foot on them...
from "The Tale of the Unknown Island" by~~ Jose Saramago shooting stars
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