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Happy Easter, a festival that has always mystified me. Why an Easter Bunny? Why Easter eggs? And even more weird, why a bunny that lays eggs?

Thanks to Wikipedia for the following explanation…

Eggs are, by their nature, obvious fertility symbols. As for rabbits laying eggs, several explanations have been proposed.

In English, the etymology of the word “Easter” comes from an ancient pagan goddess of the spring named Eostre, related to German Ostara. According to popular folklore, Eostre once saved a bird whose wings had frozen during the winter by turning it into a rabbit. Because the rabbit had once been a bird, it could still lay eggs, and that rabbit became the modern Easter Bunny.

The idea of an egg-laying bunny came to the United States in the 18th century. German immigrants in the Pennsylvania Dutch area told their children about the “Osterhas,” sometimes spelled “Oschter Haws.” “Hase” means “hare,” not rabbit, and in Northwest European folklore the “Easter Bunny” indeed is a hare, not a rabbit. According to the legend, only good children received gifts of colored eggs in the nests that they made in their caps and bonnets before Easter.In 1883, Jakob Grimm wrote of long-standing similar myths in Germany itself. Noting many related landmarks and customs, Grimm suggested that these derived from legends of Ostara.

The German and Amish legends were most likely rooted in European folklore about hares’ eggs which seems to have been a confusion between hares raising their young at ground level and the finding of plovers’ nests nearby, abandoned by the adult birds to distract predators. Hares use a hollow called a form rather than a burrow. Lapwings nest on the same sort of ground, and their nests look very similar to hare forms. So in the Spring, eggs would be found in what looked like hare forms, giving rise to the belief that the hare laid eggs in the spring.

So now you know.

Of course there could be another explanation of how the Easter bunny got his eggs

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

While in Australia I noticed that all of the Lasers owned by local Australian sailors had boat names on their transoms. In the USA, and in the UK as far as I can recall, hardly anybody bothers to name their Laser. Strange local custom, I thought.

But apparently it’s not just a custom, it’s a rule. According to a post on the Laser Forum by Tony B, Yachting Australia in an addendum to the Racing Rules of Sailing has specified that the boat name and number have to be on the transom in letters at least 50mm high and 8mm thick.

TonyB goes on to say, “At most regattas no one really cares, but the measurers have cracked down on it at the Nationals a couple of times. I’ve never seen them get the calipers out to measure letter thickness though, so I wouldn’t worry too much. They normally just want to make sure that the boat name and number are legible from a couple of boat lengths behind, in case someone wants to protest you and can’t see the number on your sail.”

Hmmm. I guess I kind of understand the advantage of having the sail number on the transom, but it still doesn’t explain why they want you to think up a fancy name for a 14 foot long chunk of fiberglass.

Many of the Aussie sailors at the Worlds seemed to have responded to this rule with typical Australian irreverence. I chuckled when I saw “Cheetah” on the race course. But the boat next to mine in the boat park had a name that puzzled me. It was called “The Rich”. I asked the owner what it meant.

He explained that he had a friend with a boat named “The Famous”. Then when the results were read out after their local club racing, the race officer would announce the place for “the famous Joe Bloggs” or whatever his friend’s name was. Apparently my neighbor’s wife liked the sound of “the rich Mick Lynch” and had insisted on him naming his boat “The Rich”.

But the name I liked best was somewhat longer. It was scrawled with an indelible pen on the Laser’s transom and I don’t think the letters were 8mm thick. The boat’s name was “This Australian rule about boat names is totally ridiculous”.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Before leaving for the Worlds in Australia, I was moved and touched to receive a gift from the world famous sailing blogger Edward who is not only the founder of the EVK4 Superblog, but is also a former Laser Olympic campaigner and a kick-ass ocean racer currently preparing to race Paul Cayard to Hawaii. The gift was a genuine Polka Dot Racing team T-shirt with the prestigious PDR logo on the front and the Latin motto for Edward’s Olympic campaign Velox Ocius Pango on the back.

I packed the precious T-shirt on my trip to Australia and decided to wear it while rigging my boat for my second day of practice on the Saturday before the regatta. Unworthy as I am, I felt a bit embarrassed wearing the uniform of the illustrious Polka Dot Racing Team and hope that Edward will forgive my impudence.


But perhaps those magic words Velox Ocius Pango will bring me luck?

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Man Cold

I’m just about recovering now from the second of two back-to-back Man Colds. Women don’t appreciate how much we men suffer. This clip from the BBC show Man Stroke Woman is yet more proof of women’s persistent failure to realize that our colds are far far worse than theirs.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Drunk Blogging

Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. We surely did at the Tillerman house. All the various Tillerman sprogs and the sprog-sprog were here at various time. Vast quantities of roast beef, turkey, plum pudding, fruitcake, and wine were consumed.

Which brings me to the question of the day? Did anyone indulge in any drunk blogging over the holiday? Apparently it’s becoming a well-know social phenomenon. It can be embarrassing, but it’s not as bad as drunk eBaying. Yikes, fancy waking up the next day with a hangover and finding out that you’d bought a Force 5!

I’m not sure what the Most Reverend and Right Honourable Rowan Douglas Williams, the spiritual leader of my nominal faith, was imbibing over the holidays. Apparently he gave a radio interview in which he claimed that the nativity story was “nothing but a legend”. C’mon Bish, stick to the script. If we can’t rely on you to tell us the truth of the Christmas story we might as well all become Pastafarians or Festivusians. (Is there such a thing as drunk sermonizing?)

Anyway, if you spotted any examples of drunk blogging posts in the sailoblogosphere over the last few days, please let me know. Maybe I could even have a Top Ten Drunken Sailing Posts list?

PS No entries allowed from 1000 Days at Sea. I’m beginning to believe that friend Reid is high on something every time he posts.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Don’t believe everything you read on the Interwebs. Some other sailing blogger wrote a post today about what he claimed was history’s largest cocktail. Some rather pathetic story about some dude in a wig who mixed a cocktail in a garden fountain with a few hundred gallons of liquor.

That’s not a large cocktail. That’s an itsy-bitsy pre-party warm-up drink for girls and Force 5 sailors.

If you want to have a real party this Christmas and want to go for the real world record for history’s largest cocktail then you’re going to have to concoct something bigger than the Margarita measuring 7039 gallons that was made on 17 May 2001 by staff at Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville and Mott’s Inc., Universal City Walk, Orlando, Florida, USA.


Now that’s a cocktail.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

It seems that I misjudged you my dear readers. I had thought that you would like nothing better at Thanksgiving than to spend a few happy minutes browsing around boating blogs to find the answers to such deliciously salacious questions as “who recently lost their New Jersey virginity?” and “who has been taking photos of urinals in China?”

But no. There was hardly any response to my Boating Blog Trivia Quiz. Clearly you were all much too busy following other Thanksgiving traditions such as pretending to enjoy eating a plateful of your mother-in-law’s special yams in raspberry syrup, and laughing for the seventeenth year at Uncle Joe’s joke about the time he lost his dentures while stuffing the turkey.

Actually there were two answers in the comments. But they were both from Adam. And the second one was only correcting the first one. What were you drinking man?

Anyone, I am not one to be deterred by your apathy. Whatever the reason for your giving me the cold shoulder, I forgive you. So for your blog browsing pleasure here are the answers to the quiz. Knock yourself out.

1. The dude who recently achieved a speed of 21.8 knots in a foiler Moth is Simon Nelson from another mid life crisis.

2. And the other dude who recommends warming your feet in a hot tub before you go windsurfing is Windsurf Woody.

3. Edward from EVK4 SuperBlog is the superhero who has just launched an official Laser Olympic Campaign with the motto “Velox Ocius Pango”.

4. As Adam correctly answered, this picture of a monster spider ready to devour London is from Captain JP’s log.

5. No Litoralis, it wasn’t frogma who wrote about losing her “New Jersey virginity”. It was Grandma.

6. And it was Soulsailor’s kids who persuade him to name his new boat “Miracle or Jedi Mind Trick”.

7. The author of South West Sea Kayaking is apparently a fellow Fawlty Towers fan. Hey, the post was about kayaking in Torbay so this quote does kind of fit.


Well, may I ask what you expected to see out of a Torquay hotel bedroom window?

Sydney Opera House perhaps?

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon?

Herds of wildebeest sweeping majestically across the plain…”

- Basil Fawlty

8. Step forward for civilization. Danish windsurfer Moses Lovstad was the fellow who was training in China and felt compelled to share with us this sample of Chinese culture.

9. Christy from Central Air was in the Fish on Friday mood when she posted this photo.

10. And finally, (do I hear a huge sigh of relief) David who writes Never Sea Land has something of a mermaid fixation and was responsible for ruining your appetite for Thanksgiving dinner with this anatomically correct picture of the mermaidian reproductive tract.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

This is way too good to be buried in the comments to the Beerfort Scale post. Thanks to someone going by the name of hmmm whom I assume is Australian.

I humbly submit a Laserised version for Tillerman’s consideration:

The Beerfort Scale
0 to 12 schooners (AU - substitute for locality)

0 Stone Cold Sober: Able to stand unaided, everything in focus, smoke rises vertically, drinks only bought when cajoled, sensible conversation abounds.

1 Feeling Warm: Very slight deviation from course, but no stumbling, training organised for next Sunday, voices kept low to exclude non favourites.

2 Slight Inebriation: Some incoherence, eyes have glassy appearance, occasional slur. Past regattas discussed, some exaggeration, winning times marginally decreased, boat speeds more or less accurate.

3 Gentle Glow: Barmaid becoming more attractive, some bantering, drink bought for stranger. Race margins always exaggerated, times halved, enjoyment factor of last regatta doubled. Boat speeds increasing noticeably. Recovery times lengthening. Wind becoming heavier/lighter/flukier/solider.

4 Moderate Inebriation: Pronounced slurring, voices increase in volume, some bad jokes re-told, offers of drinks to entire group. Last near miss made to sound as if planned, all courses now 20% longer and current greatly increased. Much talk of s-curving, some skepticism.

5 Well On: Speech becomes incoherent, some foaming, barmaid appears drop dead gorgeous, more schooners ordered (Chance of some spray) Speed of boats in knots over-estimated by factor of two. Some slight references to wedges/pies/ pizza.

6 Half Newt: Tables move, pattern on carpet becomes fuzzy, jokes get worse, (Probably some spray). Some boats now unbeatable, weather last time out worst/best in living memory, margins and times now increase/ decrease by a factor of four. Renowned club member now takes two hours to launch while buddies sit at outer leads in 30 knots waiting for him. Some spars may be purchased at inflated prices.

7 Full Newt: Whole yacht club in motion, next coached training session planned – Outer Reef return. Deposits taken, and used for next round. Some mention of “spag bog” many bags of nuts and chips purchased. Barmaid is Pamela Anderson (and she wants you!). RC boat is so large it swings across the entire course, hence pin is never in the same place twice. (Or compass is useless due to US military screwing up the signal). Inconvenience may be felt when walking to the loo.

8 Semi smashed: Immediate training trip to venue for Nationals organised, some glass breaking, insults are extensive. Beer is spread over adjoining tables, new round ordered, kitty is increased. Immediate trip to next Nationals venue is on the cards. More talk of spag bog. Tackle may be placed on the pool table. Non-members warned about the dangers of high speed roll-gybing. Boats now capable of 20 knots even with mainsheet wrapped round stern quarters. Bungs lost, progress generally impeded.

9 Near Smashed: Table dancing is commenced, some structural damage, some falling. Bones may break, injuries may go unnoticed, friends may refuse to acknowledge that assistance is required. Broken colleague is returned to car park, dumped on trailer and covered with hikers for comfort. All return to yacht club, (flashing and TV antennnas removed).

10 Smashed: Seldom experienced before collapse, friendly regattas organised in Pattaya and Kiel for the same week, equipment lent to club dickhead, offers of marriage to barmaid/barman. Boats now quicker than Rohan Veal’s moth, last race - 10 miles, hiking on gunwale for 45 minutes straight, sailed home with ripped main held in teeth. Some moans from car park, severe swelling may be evident, all cries are ignored. Some spray, much foam. Ornamental trees may be uprooted.

11 Nitroxed: Trans-oceanic training session organised, more deposits taken, new round ordered, many full glasses may be seen, bodies falling everywhere, medical treatment required, no pain felt, more chips and nuts ordered, cries for spag bog and wedges get louder. Much whiskey of unpronounceable name ordered, wet gear fills room, everything blurred. Small and medium sized sailors may become lost for a time. Visibility affected.

12 Out of Skull: Communications impossible, speech becomes lost in profanities, old grudges surface, past regattas recalled in detail, all measurements quadrupled, boats now faster than Exocets, even with bungs missing and running rigging droguing astern. The air is filled with foam and spray, smoke is thick, garbage bins are full.

There may be a short lull – Training is cancelled, deposits demanded back, organisers are accused of fraud, sailing sucks, all equipment for sale, golf clubs bought from fat bloke at bar. Wife arrives with car, followed by total amnesia and coma.

Summary The above is a guide, intended to show roughly what may be expected in a yacht club, near closing, on a scheduled sailing weekend, or when a group of sailors gather. Further from the sea, or near enclosed water time scales may be shorter and the exaggerations larger.

Please note: The scale above 8 is very rarely experienced, due to the sea breeze and lack of funds, however, when the phrase “the kitty covers everything” is heard, it can be assumed that force 12 will be reached and maintained for the duration of the expedition.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Beerfort Scale

Traditionally the strength of the wind and the state of the sea are measured by the Beaufort Wind Scale. When a group of sub aqua divers from Dumfries and Galloway Sub Aqua Club arranged a weekend away, there was inevitably a storm and they had to shelter in the pub. As a service to all water sports enthusiasts in similar circumstances, they re-wrote the Beaufort Scale.

The Beerfort Scale
0 to 12 pints

0 Stone Cold Sober: Able to stand unaided, everything in focus, smoke rises vertically, drinks only bought when cajoled, sensible conversation abounds.

1 Feeling Warm: Very slight deviation from course, but no stumbling, dive organised for next Sunday, voices kept low to exclude non favourites.

2 Slight Inebriation: Some incoherence, eyes have glassy appearance, occasional slur. Past dives discussed, some exaggeration, depths marginally increased, boat speed more or less accurate.

3 Gentle Glow: Barmaid becoming more attractive, some bantering, drink bought for stranger. Depths always exaggerated, times doubled, enjoyment factor of last expedition doubled. Boat speed increasing noticeably. Decompression times lengthening. Water becoming warmer/colder/darker/clearer.

4 Moderate Inebriation: Pronounced slurring, voices increase in volume, some bad jokes re-told, offers of drinks to entire group. Last near miss made to sound as if planned, all wrecks now 20 metres deeper and visibility greatly increased/decreased. Much talk of portholes, some skepticism.

5 Well On: Speech becomes incoherent, some foaming, barmaid appears drop dead gorgeous, more pints ordered (Chance of some spray) Speed of boat in knots over-estimated by factor of two. Some slight references to curry/kebab/chinky/pizza.

6 Half Newt: Tables move, pattern on carpet becomes fuzzy, jokes get worse, (Probably some spray). Boat now unbeatable, weather last time out worst/best in living memory, depths and times now increase by a factor of four. Renowned club member now takes two hours to kit up while buddies hang on shot line waiting for him. Some kit may be purchased at inflated prices.

7 Full Newt: Whole pub in motion, next dive planned - Death Rock. Deposits taken, and used for next round. Some mention of “curry and chinky” many bags of nuts and crisps purchased. Barmaid is Pamela Anderson (and she wants you!). Conger/Lobster is so large it moves the wreck when swimming, hence wreck is never in the same place twice. (Or sat-nav is useless due to US military screwing up the signal). Inconvenience may be felt when walking to the loo.

8 Semi smashed: Immediate trip to Scapa Flow organised, some glass breaking, insults are extensive. Beer is spread over adjoining tables, new round ordered, kitty is increased. Immediate trip to Titanic is on the cards. More talk of curry/kebabs. Tackle may be placed on the pool table. Locals warned about the dangers of decompression. Boat now capable of 60 knots even with plug lead shorting onto engine casing. Boat keys lost, progress generally impeded.

9 Near Smashed: Table dancing is commenced, some structural damage, some falling. Bones may break, injuries may go unnoticed, friends may refuse to acknowledge that assistance is required. Broken colleague is returned to chalet, dumped on bunk and covered with wet-suit for comfort. All return to pub, (chimney pots and slates removed).

10 Smashed: Seldom experienced before collapse, dives organised to Red Sea and Scapa Flow for the same week, equipment lent to club pratt, offers of marriage to barmaid/barman. Boat now quicker than “Bluebird”, last dive - 60 metres, sitting on the coning tower for 45 minutes, three hours decompression required. Some moans from chalet, severe swelling may be evident, all cries are ignored. Some spray, much foam. Ornamental trees may be uprooted.

11 Nitroxed: 60 metre dive to some wreck not far away organised , more deposits taken, new round ordered, many full glasses may be seen, bodies falling everywhere, medical treatment required, no pain felt, more crisps and nuts ordered, cries for curry/chinky and popadoms get louder. Much whiskey of unpronounceable name ordered, smoke fills the room, everything blurred. Small and medium sized divers may become lost for a time. Visibility affected.

12 Out of Skull: Communications impossible, speech becomes lost in profanities, old grudges surface, past dives recalled in detail, all measurements quadrupled, boat now faster than Exocet, even with twelve divers and two tanks each. The air is filled with foam and spray, smoke is thick, ashtrays are full.

There may be a short lull — Trips are cancelled, deposits demanded back, organiser is accused of fraud, diving sucks, all equipment for sale, golf clubs bought from fat bloke at bar. Wife arrives with car, followed by total amnesia and coma.

Summary The above is a guide, intended to show roughly what may be expected in a bar, near to the sea, on a dive expedition, or when a group of divers gather. Further from the sea, or near enclosed water time scales may be shorter and the exaggerations larger.

Please note: The scale above 8 is very rarely experienced, due to the gulf stream and lack of funds, however, when the phrase “the kitty covers everything” is heard, it can be assumed that force 12 will be reached and maintained for the duration of the expedition.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back


Mmmm. Yummy. Nice plate full of kangaroo meat.

It’s the answer to global warming you know.

While scientists in the northern hemisphere worry about the melting of the Greenland ice sheet and the subsequent effect on sea levels worldwide, Greenpeace are asking Australians to help solve the problem by eating all their kangaroos.

Apparently kangaroos are a major contributor to global warming because just like cattle and sheep they are extremely flatulent. There are 25 million of them belching and breaking wind across the vast expanse of Australia’s Outback. The methane gasses kangaroos produce rise into the atmosphere where they trap heat, increasing the Earth’s temperature. And worse, their wide-ranging travels require a constant clearing of trees and shrubs that can absorb such greenhouse gases.

According to an article on courant.com, a recent Greenpeace report contends that lopping beef from the Aussie diet and replacing it with kangaroo would cut Australia’s carbon emissions some 15 million metric tons a year.

So there you have it.

Toss another Joey on the barbie, mate.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Forget the Mary Celeste and Baron de Rosnay. There are any number of plausible explanations for those nautical mysteries.

There are greater unsolved sailing mysteries for which science has no explanation whatsoever. I wrote about one yesterday. How can an inanimate piece of line like a Laser mainsheet tie itself into knots with no human intervention?

Logical Litoralis rose to the challenge and wrote a post on his blog on the Science of Knots. Sorry kiddo I’m not convinced.

Apparently a couple of scientists from the University of California (where else?) spent many months and oodles of grant dollars dropping pieces of string into boxes and shaking them around. Surprise, surprise, the string got tangled! I know that. The mystery is how this happens, not whether it does.

One of these two scientific geniuses from la-la-land apparently built a computer program to simulate string bouncing around inside a box and once again, shock, horror, the virtual string tied itself in virtual knots. So what? There is a computer program called Tacticat in which I have proven conclusively that if I make a squirrel start and bang the right hand corner I will win 42.3% of all sailing races. Somehow my percentage in the real world is somewhat lower.

You can tell how far this programmer dude is divorced from reality by this quote from him in a Live Science article. “It is virtually impossible to distinguish different knots just by looking at them.” I rest my case.

Here are two more huge unsolved sailing mysteries that have stumped the world’s smartest scientists…

The Great Clevis Pin and Cotter Ring Mystery

This is a clevis pin

These are cotter rings

The cotter rings are used to secure clevis pins. One end of the ring is inserted in the pin hole and then the ring is rotated until the other end of the ring is through the hole.

It should be secure. But it ain’t.

For example, the ring in the pin securing the deck block for the outhaul line on my Laser, somehow managed to unwind itself and magically disappear while the boat was sitting on its trailer in my garage for two weeks while I was in Spain. Science would say that this is physically impossible. But it happened.

Then there is the Great Gatorade Bottle Mystery

This is a bottle of Gatorade

Yesterday before going sailing I put a bottle of Gatorade in my sailing bag, zipped it up and placed the bag in my car. It was never out of my sight. But when I reached the launch area the bottle of Gatorade had disappeared. After a (thirsty) afternoon’s sailing I drove home and discovered that the bottle of Gatorade had teleported itself out of the bag and out of the car, projected itself across several miles of open water, and landed right side up on the kitchen counter at my house.

Explain that you Californian scientists, I challenge you.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Strine

I’m not very good at foreign languages so can someone please answer the following question for me…

If a British sailor on starboard tack on a beat is on a potential collision course with a port-tacker he will hail, “Starboard!” when a few boat-lengths away to let the port-tacker know he is there.

I discovered at the Laser Masters Worlds that, in similar circumstances, an Australian sailor will shout something that sounds like,

“Aaaaaeeeuurrrggaaaarrrrghhhh!!!!

What the hell is he saying?

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Weekend Wahine


In homage to Joe Rouse, here is a picture of the Turbo Electric Vessel Wahine.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Fish on Friday

Edward at the EVK4 SuperBlog started it. We both miss The Horse’s Mouth when Joe goes on vacation. How are we going to get through the day without our Fish on Friday?

So, in order to keep the spirit of Fish on Friday alive…

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back


It’s not only superheroes who wear their underwear outside their uniforms. Apparently skiff sailors do so too.

And if you’re ever wondered why, Revolution Science Fiction has the answer.

Thanks to Magnus Wheatley at Rule 69 Blog for drawing my attention to this particular perversion. Photo courtesy of Christophe Favreau.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Sailing is in decline. The sport is dying. Just look at these numbers…

263 Toppers are sailing in the British 2007 Topper National Championships this week at East Lothian Yacht Club.

462 Optimists are sailing in the USODA 2007 New England Championships at Sail Newport.

Entry for the Laser Masters 2007 World Championships in Roses, Spain has been closed at 417 boats.

Shocking. I don’t know what we are going to have to do to revive the sport.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back


Confound you sceptics. I could just sense that some of you didn’t believe my exclusive scoop of the ending to the Harry Potter series revealed here yesterday. But now the front cover of Harry Potter and the Deaf Ear Hellos has been made public and I am vindicated.

It’s clear that the ending is a tale of sailboat racing because it’s absolutely obvious that the cover depicts three wild-eyed Laser sailors dashing to the protest room at the end of a hard day’s racing in order to be the first to file protests against the dastardly forces of evil that they have been struggling against all day.

That brainy looking chap in the front, elbowing all the others aside, is clearly ready to take on the dark powers of the race committee and is planning to file a request for redress for their wicked plot to confuse him about the number of laps to be sailed in the second race.

And that angry female behind him (Paige is that you?) is still hyperventilating about that incident with her rival in the Radial fleet at the leeward mark in the first race. “Like I told you like no room like and you were like I have room and I was just like no way and then I like closed the door and you were like I don’t care I’m coming through that gap anyway.”

And why is that third sailor looking so terrified? Has he just seen the clock and realised that he only has three minutes left to write up his protest and find some witnesses before the time limit expires? Or has he realised that the bar has just opened and that he is going to be locked up in the protest room for the next two hours while his buddies are drinking?

Remember, you saw it here first.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Spoiler warning. As a result of my close relationship with JK (or Jo as her intimate friends call her) I can now reveal some hints of the contents of the seventh and thankfully final edition of the Harry Potter twaddle…

Almost every other character in the story comes to a sticky end, and then Harry at the ripe old age of 17 discovers that Laser sailing is more interesting and complex than that Quidditch folferole and leaves Hogwarts to train to win the UK Laser spot in the 2012 Olympics. Thanks to his magical powers he can spot every windshift and easily beats all the muggles and the RYA select him as their candidate. Unfortunately in the medal race the judges rule that his magical insights count as outside assistance and disqualify him under Rule 41 thereby allowing a 64-year-old formerly British recently naturalized Virgin Islander to become the oldest person ever to win the Laser gold medal at the Olympics. Good triumphs over evil. Ron and Hermione finally hook up and name their first child Tillerman and life goes on.

Where was I? Where am I? Oh yes. Please don’t post any of the above on the usual HP forums. Jo would be upset.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Thanks to all who contributed clerihews about themselves or others in response to yesterday’s request. Here are the best of the best…

Tillerman
Once had a plan
To blog about sailing,
Too bad that he’s failing.

my name is Tim
and I’m not so thin
If I lost some weight
well that’d be great

Kayaker Bonnie
Loves her Romany
and is also quite true
to her charming TQ

Carol Anne
Had a plan
To blog this and that
‘Til caught by a cat

Adam Turinas
Rhymes with… ? umm Venus
Or maybe with highness
So cock, why the shyness?

Joe Rowth
Has a blog called Horse’s Mouth
Thorry about the lithp
I hope he wont be pitht

My name is the Horse
and I love the Force
If I got a Laser
I would be even crazier

Litoralis
isn’t known for his lightness
he got a new sail
but to no avail

TMan
Is such a He Man
On a laser
He amaze yer

To race or cruise
You cannot lose
Get on the water
You know you ought ta’

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Thanks to Freakonomics Blog for pointing out that today July 10 is Clerihew Day, marking the birth date in 1875 of Edmund Clerihew Bentley, the British writer who invented a four-line rhyming verse, usually biographical in nature and resembling a limerick, that came to be known as a “clerihew.”

What has that got to do with economics? I dunno. What has it got to do with sailing either? If Joe can blog about Fish on Fridays and Carol Anne can write about cats then I can ramble on about clerihews.

Where was ? Where am I? Oh yes. Clerihews.

According to Word Daze

The clerihew is a biographical form that begins with the subject’s name (or at least contains the name in the first line). It is made up of two rhyming couplets (thus the rhyme scheme is AABB). The only other requirement of the form is that it should be light hearted or humorous.

Here are a couple of examples of Bentley’s clerihews:

Sir Humphrey Davy
detested gravy
He lived in the Odium
Of having discovered Sodium.

Edward the Confessor
Slept under the dresser.
When that began to pall,
He slept in the hall.

So today’s challenge is to write a clerihew about yourself. Publish it on your blog and email me about it and I will post a link. Or email the clerihew to me and I will post it here. Or just post it in the comments.

Here’s my contribution…

Tillerman
Once had a plan
To blog about sailing,
Too bad that he’s failing.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

I finally made it!

After my dismal performance at only achieving a PG rating for my blog a couple of weeks ago, my recent attempts to make Proper Course a bit racier have succeeded. My spies tell me that I have been banned as unsuitable material for work-time viewing at a certain large-stuffy-Boston-law-firm.

I know, I know. It’s probably all done by automatic web filters and using the N word five times in the last post could have had something to do with it.

But I’m proud anyway.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

This week is Nude Recreation Week during which we are encouraged to enjoy clothes free-relaxation by participating in such activities as gardening, exercise, housework and telecommuting in the nude.

Hmmm. Any suggestions?

Nude Laser sailing…. sounds extremely uncomfortable.

Nude running up the main road… probably get arrested.

Nude blogging anyone?

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

They say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too, yeah

They say it’s your birthday

We’re gonna have a good time

I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.

Happy Birthday George. Yeah it’s our shared birthday again already. Came around fast didn’t it?

It’s been a great year for me, thanks for asking George. Two fabulous sailing trips to Menorca in October and Cabarete in January. Then the London Marathon in April and a half-marathon in Boston in May. More significantly we had something of a surge to achieve one of our long-standing objectives, to move to a new home near the water in Rhode Island. Took us a bit longer than we had expected but we can now say with conviction, “Mission Accomplished”.

How was your year George? You had a surge too? Things taking a tad longer than expected as well? Good luck. Let us know how it turns out. Soon please.

I hear you were in the area last week. I don’t think I received an invitation to your speech in Newport on Thursday. You had a tour of the tall ships? Wow, what a coincidence, so did I. You and Laura should drop by next time you are in Rhode Island. I know you like clearing brush so you can give me a hand with the back yard.

So have a great day Mr. President. I hear you’re thinking of retiring soon. You should.

And thanks for the advice. I should hike harder. At least you’re right about that. But today I’m just going to relax and enjoy my birthday.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

So there I was last Sunday evening, dozing on the sofa and groaning about my aches and pains after a hard (and extremely enjoyable) weekend of Laser sailing, and the lovely Tillerwoman gave me the benefit of her wifely wisdom on the subject.

What do you think she said?

a) You’re too old for this game. At your age the most energetic thing your Dad did was an occasional game of pool down the pub. It’s time you started acting your age.

b) I have no sympathy. You know you’re going to feel like this after you go sailing so why do you do it?

c) If you actually used that hiking bench and weights down in the basement maybe you wouldn’t feel so bad after sailing.

d) Shut up and come to bed.

e) You should sail more.

f) All of the above.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

You. Yes you. You are the problem. It’s all your fault.

What me? What problem?

The decline of the boating industry. It’s all your fault.

Me? Why me?

Because you’re sitting in front of a computer and according to Thom Dammrich, president of the National Marine Manufacturers Association, the reason why his members aren’t selling so many boats these days is all because of computers.

Yes those damn computers. Instead of going out for a blast around the bay you’re sitting in front of a computer reading mindless blogs while the marine manufacturing industry is going down the drain and it’s all your fault. At least that’s what our Thom is reported as saying at SignOnSanDiego.com today. Or words to that effect. Kind of.

I guess it’s a theory. I’m tempted to list all the ways in which computers support and enhance the sport of sailing and why anyone in Mr Dammrich’s position should be finding even more ways to leverage the power of computers and the Internet to promote the sport of sailing and incidentally his members’ businesses.

But no. I’ll leave it up to you dear reader. As it’s all your fault in the first place. Tell Mr Dammrich what you think of his opinion in the comments to this post. Knock yourself out.

Oh, and by the way, if you were going to chose someone to promote an activity that is often seen (unfairly of course) as a pursuit of the idle wealthy classes, don’t you think you would find someone with a better name than Damn Rich?

Thanks to Anon north of 49 for the heads up on this one.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

So fellow bloggers, you liked the Rate Your Blog post last week?

Here’s another test: How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

One again I totally failed to live up to my own expectations.

55%How Addicted to Blogging Are You?

Mingle2 - Online Dating

Only 55%? I thought I was much higher than that. You mean there are people even more addicted than me? Sad.

Hmmm. I see now that the test is on an online dating site. And it’s asking me if I want to meet someone from Pawtucket. No thanks. I’m happily married. And I’ve never been to this site before. Honest dear.

But I do feel a limerick coming on.

There was a young girl from Pawtucket

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

Talking of poor race management, I give no apologies for republishing this post originally written by me as an article for our club newsletter one April a few years back. I guess most readers quickly recognized it as a spoof and thought they were so smart for spotting my April Fools joke. But if they thought I had made it all up the joke was on them because every outrage described in the article actually happened. And they were all perpetrated by the same race officer in one single evening of Wednesday night racing.


All members scheduled to serve as race committee on Wednesday nights should become familiar with the following guidelines.

1. Fishermen at our lake have a boring life. All they do is stare at the water. Try to make their life more interesting by setting the start line between some anchored fishing boats. Fishermen love to watch the boats sailing nearby and to chat to the sailors.

2. In light winds, make sure you set very, very long courses. If you don’t, you’ll only have to run more races making for unnecessary work.

3. Most sailors hate to tack. Try and set the first leg of the course so that they can reach the first mark without tacking.

4. Most sailors find it really hard to work out which is the upwind end of the start line. Help them out by setting a start line so that they have to beat to get to one end. Then it is so much easier for the sailors to identify the favored end.

5. Start sequences can be very boring for the sailors. Try livening things up by stopping a 3-minute sequence at any time and restarting it without warning. Another option is to make the 2-minute and 1-minute signals at some random interval after the 3 minute signal. This keeps the sailors on their toes.

6. Don’t bother to call any boats that are over the start line. It’s not really your job. Alternatively call out a few sail numbers that are over and add “and those other boats that I can’t see”. Keeps everyone guessing and that is a lot of fun for everyone.

7. Liven up the first leg by driving the committee boat up to the windward mark, and then when everyone is halfway up the beat and spread out on both side of the course, pick up the mark and move it. This is really exciting for the sailors who guessed wrong about where you were going to drop the mark.

8. Have a good rest while the sailors are racing. You have earned it. Chat to the sailors that showed up late for the race. Don’t bother to watch the racers. The first boat will always give you a shout when he or she is about to finish.

9. Set a really long finish line. Don’t worry if it is so long that you can’t read the sail numbers at the other end of the line. You can always ask the sailors to shout out their numbers when they know they have crossed the line.

10. If you get bored, you can always shorten the course. To do this, drive over to the mark that the sailors are approaching and put it in the committee boat. Let the racers guess how they are supposed to finish. Makes them think - which is good for them.

11. If any guests or potential new fleet members show up to race, remind them that the races are for members only and that they should keep clear of the racecourse. This is especially important if the newcomers are juniors, because kids need to be put in their place.

12. If any of the anchors on the buoys look old or dirty, just untie the line and dump the anchors in the reservoir. The rear commodore will be delighted to supply new ones.

13. Set the course as far away from the club launching area as possible. You can usually rely on the wind to die later in the evening, and the sailors really appreciate the chance to practice their light air skills on a long sail back to the beach in the dark.

14. Remember when you are race officer, you are always right. Do not be distracted by advice and comments from any of the sailors. If a sailor persists in telling you how to do your job, it is OK to teach him or her some new nautical terms that may not be in the dictionary.

15. Please make sure that these new race officer procedures are used for all races on or after April 1st 2003.

Happy Sailing!

Aaaah — Sunfish racing — so much fun — Lasers are so serious by comparison.

Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back

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Original post by Tillerman and software by Elliott Back