Know your chief asset, your great talent.

Cultivate it, and help along the others. Anyone might have attained eminence in something, had he but known his advantage. Discover therefore your best attribute, and exploit it fully. Some excel in judgment, others in courage. Most violate their Minerva, and thus rise to the heights in nothing. For what is too quick in satisfying the passion is too late in pointing out its error. - Baltasar Gracian, 1647

Travel
Beaches You've Been To. Or Not.

Beaches You’ve Been To. Or Not.

So we did it again. Our class went out into Resurrection Bay. We stayed within a day of Seward. This time we sailed on Lindsay II, anchored up in some pretty amazing places and spent some time exploring the shore. Bear Glacier at Bulldog Cove is great. I got up in the middle of the...
I'm your captain.

I’m your captain.

OK I have to admit. I didn’t take the cover photo of Yebo (the sailboat). Sailing Inc. did. In exchange, I’ll put them on my blogroll. Deal? Eloise says I’ve talked about sailing the world since she’s known me. I don’t recall ever telling her. It’s funny how she sees sides of me I hardly...
The Royal Mile Haggis, Edinburgh.

The Royal Mile Haggis, Edinburgh.

Will you, for a moment, discard your preconcieved notions of minced offal baked in a sheep’s stomach? Consider American equivalents of foods containing questionable ingredients: hot dogs, spam, bolognas, Vienna sausages. Enter the modern health-conscious movement.  Recycle. Reuse. Do not waste anything. Well, considering there are other food products that use animal parts we tell...

Smiling in Poland (Or Spenard)

A male traveler was with his Polish wife at a checkout line in Krakow. When the traveler smiled at a female passerby, she turned red and began yelling. She didn’t bother yelling at the man, she instead turned to his wife and screamed Polish obcsenities at the poor girl and ignored him completely. Turns out,...

Small-town moments

Inspiration sometimes rides the coattails of relaxation. Other times, in the voice or riffs of a gifted musician, in thoughts of the people and things I’ve loved, during the time I lay down before falling asleep each night. On this particular night, I stumbled across Enya, a CD not often listened to. I nonchalantly slipped her into my...