Truth is

It is only when we have an honest look at truths other than our own (and only after we have had a deep look into our own truths, with honest eyes), that we can start to get a glimpse of hope.

Engine-free sailing in modern day

“…carrying rum, wine, gin, chocolate, and coffee, engine-free Tres sounds badass enough. Her true power, however, lies in bending time and transforming space.”

The State of flux

I was born into the chaos at the very beginning of one of the major crises of a state: the collapse of the Soviet Union.

Nan-Chuck the Woodchuck

I was casually shooting arrows into the target on a hill deep in the woods of my backyard in VT, where trees install satellite dishes to listen to the stars. Suddenly, I heard the rustling of the leaves, slower than that stirred up by squirrels or chipmunks. I turned into a tree and after a […]

Captain Tits Out: everything you wanted to know but were afraid to ask

At the end of the day, all I want is to have the freedom, the choice, to take my shirt off when it’s hot, and I’m sweating; and for my body to not be sexualized. Is that too much to ask?

A THOUSAND MILES IN EIGHT DAYS: A PLAY AT SEA IN THREE ACTS. ACT THREE.

“…the mystery of dropping the stays’l down and the fact that scandalizing mainsail has nothing to do with trying to publicly embarrass it.”

A Thousand Miles In Eight Days: A Play At Sea in Three Acts. Act Two.

The waves are rolling

The wind is blowing

The ship flies fast

We have a blast.

A Thousand Miles In Eight Days: A Play At Sea In Three Acts. ACT ONE.

Setting: A tall ship (clipper schooner) in the Atlantic Ocean making a voyage from Jacksonville, FL to Boston, MA. Cast of characters: Natty (first-season deckhand, main protagonist, sometimes antagonizes out of boredom) Christian (second-season deckhand, frugal with words, kind with animals, has occasional luck with jokes) Tobey (deckhand, extremely knowledgeable on knots, splicing, and sailing […]

Coaching with and for Experts: An Expert’s Note

It’s not a new thought, to me or in the general human universe, that the more one knows, the less one knows. Personally, it has applied to and has proven true in a handful of subjects I’ve dove into head first throughout my life: languages, sports, photography, making terrible puns, etc. A similarly senile phenomenon […]

Fontainebleau Part 2: all the pretty ducks

In part one, we got a taster of what it’s like to be a pretty duck in a today’s climbing gym. This time, I want to talk about what it’s like to be a pretty duck among other pretty ducks, outside. Specifically, within the framework of one special event, Women’s Bouldering Festival at Fontainebleau. For […]