It’ll be a tumbler of Scotch and the latest Archer for me.
"And we sail and we sail and we never see land, just the rum in the bottle and a pipe in my hand…"
It’ll be a tumbler of Scotch and the latest Archer for me.
There is a curious tale attached to the village of Orford in Suffolk which took place during the reign of King Henry II (1154-1189). Orford Castle (a stronghold against the treacherous Hugh Bigod of Bungay) the strange polygonal keep was then under the care and management of Bartholemew de Glanville a local man, in the service of the crown. The event was actually documented in the “Chronicon Anglicanum” a history of England written by Ralph of Coggeshall a medieval chronicler some forty years after the occurence took place.
One day around 1204AD the local fishermen of Orford caught what they believed to be a merman in their nets. They were extremely surprised when they finally managed to get their catch aboard because there, in the bottom of their boat, was a man staring angrily back at them.
He was described as being naked, but with a hairy body, as having a long straggly beard with an excessively hairy chest. The fishermen took the creature to the castle where Bartholemew de Glanville imprisoned it in the dungeons.
read the rest here
Thanks again to Gavin for the mermaid lore.
So, WordPress stats says that NSL has had 1,093,255 views since May 2007! That’s a lot, IMHO.
I received this amusing piece of spam in my inbox this morning. I didn’t realize that NSL needed so much help with the writing!
I hope you’re keeping well. I’m just getting in touch to ask if you’re in need of any freelance writing at Never Sea Land – if so, it’d be an honor to help out and I would love to get involved if you have any need for me.
I’m 29 have been working full-time as a professional writer and researcher for five years; in that time there isn’t a lot I haven’t already covered (there are a few samples below for you to check out). Anything I send over would be written with the site’s readership in mind - as long as you’re happy with the resulting material, you’d be welcome to publish it as you see fit and the content will be owned by you entirely (in that I won’t send it to anyone else, either before or after publication.)
The good news is that I’d be able to offer my services at no charge; the only thing I would ask in return is that I’m able to include a link to a company within the article – nothing adult or in bad taste, just one of the professional businesses for which I freelance. Otherwise I’d be happy to chat about alternative arrangements if you’d rather not link to a corporate site.
Do let me know if you’re interested, and if so I can get something written for you over the course of the next few days. Needless to say, the offer is open to any other sites you might own as well as neversealand.downtothesea.org. I appreciate that this kind of offer is not for everyone however, so if I don’t hear from you I won’t trouble you again.
I was going to post this a while back when I thought nobody was reading this blog, but then I got a great comment from BLUR on my Router 1 post. So maybe I should go back to posting more actively. But the lead cartoon at least is funny, so I will post it anyway.
Stolen from DT.
Excluding the super-post Today’s (real live) mermaid which has 1098 of those comments leaves NSL with only 1338 comments, or about 0.55 comments per post. Not a big number, but maybe the post count itself is diluting because of all the daily mermaids, which rarely excite comment.
Here’s a few of the 15 points she makes about men, from a recent Esquire interview:
We want you to order Scotch. It’s the most impressive drink order. It’s classic. It’s sexy. Such a rich color. The glass, the smell. It’s not watered down with fruit juice. It’s Scotch. And you ordered it.
Stand up, open a door, offer a jacket. We talk about it with our friends after you do it. We say, “Can you believe he stood up when I approached the table?” It makes us feel important. And it makes you important because we talk about it.
No shorts that go below the knee. The ones almost like capri pants, the ones that hover somewhere between the kneecap and the calf? Enough with those shorts. They are the most embarrassing pants in the world. They should never be worn. No woman likes those.
Also, no tank tops. In public at least. A tank top is underwear. You’re walking around in your underwear. Too much.
No man should be on Facebook. It’s an invasion of everyone’s privacy. I really cannot stand it.
I wonder what she thinks about blogging.
I like to sail – and after a day spent in no wind and rain struggling to move forward in heavy current, I wondered what it was that I liked in sailing. I realized that I may like different things and different types of sailing.
Tough lover, or harsh mistress? Nat seems to think neither. Read her essay on her blog here.
Now in its eighth year, the San Francisco Ocean Film Festival celebrates the sea with inspirational films that increase our appreciation of the oceans that surround us. Come view the beauty and mysteries of the ocean, experience the thrill of saltwater sports, explore coastal cultures, and pause to reflect on the importance of this vital ecosystem…
To f’ing true.
Not that many will care, but since quitting Facebook I wanted to still keep in better touch with all the blogs I used to follow, so I’ve started using the Sage RSS reader in Firefox to keep up to date. It works pretty well, and is a lot easer to manage (for me) than Google Reader or some other services I’ve tried.
I also follow a ton of stuff over on tumblr, but that is another story.
Another design study, Puma Bowfighter. This time, Bjorn Bengtsson outlined a båtsko focusing on the foredeck. Would have been nice to hear what you like for shoes and what does not work …
Which is probably all for the best, since it looks like you can’t get them anyway. Oh, well, another Xmas dream shattered.
Thanks to Blur for the find.
I rarely go to San Francisco, or “The City” as it is called. This is why.
Via I Love Charts
I’ve made some personal changes that really don’t affect anyone else. That is the point. After 18 months I quit Facebook, becoming a member of the leading edge of a trend (for once). This will give me more time for NSL, as a minor side benefit.
In the meantime, I’ve started playing Virtual Regatta, which is another time sink, but at least will teach me something about routing and racing strategy. It’s free, and fairly compelling. Right now the Velux 5 Oceans Race is on, and on 31 October the Route du Rhum will begin both in its real and on-line forms.
There is a bit of a learning curve to VR as well — I started about a day and a half late, and the game inserted me at the back of the fleet at around 18500th. I had the wrong sail up for half a day, and then in the middle of the night there was a big wind shift that I did not correct for (serious players get up a couple of times a night to check on their boats) and so lost a lot of places, down to 23000 or something. Then I got lucky for a bit, and worked back up to 18300. Some serious inattention and an overnight grounding (see figure below) has me again in the back of the fleet at 25394. So I will have to write off this leg to learning, and try to do better on the RdR when it starts.
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