Flight plans for the Comoros have been set. I still have a few things to take care of for the trip such as Malaria pills.
More spectacular weather has made the weekend go by quickly and I feel that before I know it I will be sitting on the black beaches of Nzwani. Some A-class sailors have been sending me information on building a custom trailer. Seems like a good time to start an A-class web page (blog).
Afan reported excellent news that CERT is using his software (PHPlot) together with Snort for their network intrusion detection.
Yesterday’s wind was light but Julian and I raced the auscats out to mile buoy and back while the sun set in a huge pool of orange and purple stripes. Julian said it looked like someone was painting the sky. The boats are amazingly sensitive, so I discovered that fiddling with mast rotation in light air is a bad idea. Basically, 45 and 90 degrees of rotation are the optimum angles for upwind and downwind respectively. The slumbering seals at the buoy were less than happy to see Julian when he swung close and gave them a big toothy grin. Back on land, here’s the recipe of the day: peanut-butter cookies from allrecipes.com.
Poppies!
At long last, the first real dynamicly published news entry: The weather has been spectacular this week and the glare of the sun on the ocean makes me happy; if only we had a little more breeze. We were paging through a clothing catalog and came across a spectacular photo from Antelope Valley Poppy Reserve. Have to make plans to visit in the spring. More photos finally are ready for upload. Thanks to a cousin for “gently” reminding me that she’s anxious to see more of the family photos. Vlasta, a friend of my parents and sailor from the Czech Republic, came to visit and helped me rig my new mast for the auscat. My travel plans for the Comoros are almost finalized. And I made a few updates to the profile page.
Photos are reformatted and all now are back to being served locally instead of using a Flickr or similar “service” website. Having someone else host the photos was attractive for a minute, but really so much worse than self publishing.
At first it felt like my ideas were being published by a large entity, perhaps a feeling of legitimacy; as if I had written something and a big newspaper put my thoughts into their big pages. When in reality it became more like I couldn’t see my own thoughts, my words didn’t exist, without asking someone else for permission.
