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May. 20th, 2012 10:41 pm
- We bought Erika a harmonica while we were in Tennessee, and initially she called it her "blue stick" (the color of the box it goes into) and just played it with by taking it in and out of the box. But this week, she started playing the harmonica, which she now calls "my monica".
- She has a fishing pole which we also bought in Tennessee. When we walk to the beach, she decisively says "we see fish in water, after go get my fishing rod, catch fish"
- She finishes her cereal by lifting the bowl to her mouth and making yummy noises.
- This week was a tough one, as you can see, photos were all taken from two days only, because...
- Erika had surgery on Monday May 7 to remove a possible benign tumor (a lipoma) which turned out to be a hemangioma and resulted in a drain in her side for 4 days.
- You see her in her pajama pants on the beach? On day 4, after getting her drain out, we carried her gently to the beach, where she gingerly sat and enjoyed some time in the sun, digging in the sand. She was so happy.
- Aside from that, Erika was on home care all week, so there are few photos, as Monday - Thursday she had a drain in her side and was miserably lying very still on the couch, and then for the rest of the week, she really wasn't in the mood to do much else.
- Sunday was Mother's Day.
A photo Brian caught when scuba diving. Isn't it gorgeous? I miss the Bahamas already.
We had two celebrity sightings on our most recent trip to the Bahamas that I didn't mention in the previous post. At Newark Airport in New Jersey, we were waiting for our flight and bored and impatient, I went over to the magazine stand, walked around, etc. When I finally make it back to the departure lounge, Brian pulls me aside and says "hey, look over there--" and it's Paul Guilfoyle, who plays Captain Jim Brass on CSI Las Vegas!
I squeal. "WHY DIDN'T YOU COME GET ME!?" I hiss at him (he just shrugs), grab my camera, and go over to ask him for a photo together. He gives me a grimace and says "please, I'm with my family. But I'll give you an autograph if you want". As for the rest of the 100+ passengers on our plane, being classic apathetic individuals from New York and New Jersey, they give him a sideways glance and then grumble as we pile onto the plane. Turns out he doesn't fly first or business class, because when I get on the plane, Paul Guilfoyle is sitting in the aisle seat two rows behind me on our flight to West Palm Beach. The whole flight, nobody hassles him, nobody even talks to him, the entire plane treats him like an average guy going on his CHristmas vacation with his family, which I think he really appreciated.
While on Abaco Island, there were numerous Martha Stewart sightings. She rides a bicycle around. I guess that's where she spends Christmas! We didn't see her even though it's a fairly small island, because we spent most of our time on the boat, snorkelling or diving; and not so much around town.
Here are some underwater shots that we took with our camera. Prior to going on vacation, I made a spur-of-the-moment decision to purchase an underwater housing on Ebay for my Canon Powershot.. they normally retail $200 and I snagged it for $80 from China. It took 10 nail-biting days for it to arrive, the last postal day before our departure, so I didn't get much time to fiddle with it. The photos came out alright-- better than when I've used disposable cameras, but certainly not to my satisfaction. I'm going to look into magenta filters for future trips, and any other suggestions on the matter would be appreciated. I'm not looking to get a huge strobe/flash light, btw, just NMS when I'm diving.
Barracuda! Keep in mind I'm using my Canon Powershot with NO ZOOM. He's about 4-feet in size.
While I'm OK with SCUBA diving with barracudas if the fish is in a non-threatening stance(I think there is a lot to be said for being in a pack with 10 other divers), I am NOT cool with swimming alone with no other human companions when the fish is in attack mode! (I'll explain after the photo). In this case, the fish, though a vicious predator, was just chilling in the water column, so I didn't mind swimming up to him and snapping his photo from about 2 feet. (Oh yes, I was brave).
HOWEVER, there was another instance when the boys were fishing (but with little action), I was getting bored, and Brian's brother "cleverly" suggested I jump in and take a look below the water to assess what was going on down there since no fish were biting. Incidentally, if you're thinking this is a bad idea, it probably was to some degree. But at a different spot earlier in the day, I had done the same thing to check out the bottom structure, and was able to direct them visually to a better spot for fishing. And I'd never actually witnessed fish biting on a line before (aside from TV), and it was exhilarating.
So I donned my snorkel mask and fins, jumped in, and before I get oriented, I see a flash of silver as a 4-foot barracuda comes (teeth barring, I think) charging at full speed towards the boat from about 200 yards away (thank God for the clear waters of the Bahamas!). The boys claim I made a high-pitch squeal. I jump back into the boat, still wearing my fins; which is a feat in itself (aside from my extraordinary skills at pulling myself out of the water at such speed), if you've ever tried moving around with fins on. "What?!" Brian exclaims, and then his brother: "Oh look! A barracuda! Let's catch it!" and casts towards it. They think this is all very amusing, and tease me later about it; but my point being that I'm fine with swimming with the fishes if that's all we're going to do. I'm not so cool about the situation when they start charging me and I'm the only human in the water for several miles, and the boys are throwing chunks of yummy bait and fish guts/blood in the water!! Yes, I'm mighty stupid sometimes.
( 6 more awesome photos beneath )
Greater Abaco Island, Bahamas
Jan. 6th, 2009 05:16 pmWe stayed at Suncrest Treasure Villas in Treasure Cay, on Greater Abaco Island of Bahamas. Treasure Cay, by the way, was rated one of the top 10 beaches by National Geographic, and it truly was-- Treasure Cay is a secluded protected curve, with soft white sands, finer than I've ever seen before. The water is idyllic and calm, protected from the waves, and the coconut trees lining the beach were simply beautiful. Only downside? Temperature was only in the 70s and it was way too windy. Don't vacation in the Bahamas for December.
Highlights of the trip included SCUBA diving and snorkelling, doing some fishing, and realizing that there is absolutely nothing active on the island past 5 p.m., even on New Year's. Also, Martha Stewart vacationed down the street from us and resulted from several Martha Stewart sightings on her bicycle. (John Travolta was on a different island, but my general experience with the Bahamas involved many delays, many excuses, and general "no worries, mon" attitude which I simply am not accustomed to). Anyhow, here are some land pictures of our trip (underwater marine ones in a separate post)...
Marsh Harbour is the main capital of the island, but we didn't stay here. Skies were generally blue the entire week, but way too windy and cold for my taste. (If you have to wear two layers, it is too cold for the tropics in my opinion!)
Me as the enterprising fisherwoman. We brought six fishing poles with us to the Bahamas, rented a 24' Dusky for three days, and did much snorkelling and fishing off it. Here I am with my dinner, a bluestriped grunt. It was yummy. "What is that?" my brother-in-law said when I pulled it up. "I think it's a grunt," I said (later confirmed it in my handy-dandy Guide to Fishes of the Bahamas). "Oh," Brian said, "is it because---" And the fish went *grunt grunt grunt*
( 4 more photos beneath the cut.. gorgeous sunset ones and one of only three kerosene-powered lighthouses! )
The trip to and from New York by Continental Airlines was a disaster. I was going to write a long rant about this, but as time passes, it is simmering down from a boil. A 4-hour trip from New York to Bahamas ended up being a 8-hour flight due to mechanical problems, and while we should've landed in the Bahamas by noon and had half the day to enjoy, we arrived an hour before sunset... hungry, tired, dirty, exhausted, and still needed to pick up the rental car and check in to our 2-bedroom villa.
On the flight back, despite having boarding passes and a Continental representative check our luggages at Treasure Cay, at our connecting airport in Nassau, they refused us boarding 40 minutes before departure, citing that check-in for Continental closes an 1 hour prior on international flights, not to mention that our 7-foot luggage was too large and simply would not be able to be transported in the cargo area of the plane. Yes, it was the most ridiculous excuse to deny three adults boarding (probably due to overbooking) but there you have it. And the beauty of this all, is they tell us that we (and our *enormous* luggage) will be able to fly back to New York, 22 hours later, on the 1 p.m. flight the next day (due to the miracles of space-time continium and all). Of course, without any compensation because we had arrived "late". After the flight change fee, last minute overnight accomodations, and transportation, it costs the three adults an additional $1000 for their vacation. Trust me, I was beyond pissed.
I won't even go into the simply idiotic argument I had with the Continental representative, which included phrases like...
Continental: Ma'am, your plane has left.
Me: How has it left? Isn't departure 3 p.m.?
Continental: Yes.
Me: It is currently 2:30 p.m.
Continental: Yes.
Me: And it's left?
Continental: Well.. no.. it's still at the airport, but ma'am, it's gone. You can't board that plane.
Me: It can't be gone if it's still here!
And the ever-priceless...
Me: You're telling me this luggage is too large to fit on your plane? How many passengers does it carry?
Continental: 40 passengers, ma'am.
Me: And these 40 passengers on the plane, they each have check-in luggage? You're telling me your cargo area is so narrow that it cannot hold an item that is 7 feet in length?
Continental: No, it cannot.
Me: So how do you fit all the bags for the passengers?
Continental: Their bags are all under 5-feet in length.
Me: But you don't stack any of your luggages next to one another in any direction exceeding 7 feet?
Continental: Ma'am, your luggage is 7 feet in length. It will not fit on our plane.
(Of course, it fit just fine the next day at 1 p.m. Same guy checked us in too!! The hilarity of the Bahamas!!!)
Highlights of the trip included SCUBA diving and snorkelling, doing some fishing, and realizing that there is absolutely nothing active on the island past 5 p.m., even on New Year's. Also, Martha Stewart vacationed down the street from us and resulted from several Martha Stewart sightings on her bicycle. (John Travolta was on a different island, but my general experience with the Bahamas involved many delays, many excuses, and general "no worries, mon" attitude which I simply am not accustomed to). Anyhow, here are some land pictures of our trip (underwater marine ones in a separate post)...
Marsh Harbour is the main capital of the island, but we didn't stay here. Skies were generally blue the entire week, but way too windy and cold for my taste. (If you have to wear two layers, it is too cold for the tropics in my opinion!)
Me as the enterprising fisherwoman. We brought six fishing poles with us to the Bahamas, rented a 24' Dusky for three days, and did much snorkelling and fishing off it. Here I am with my dinner, a bluestriped grunt. It was yummy. "What is that?" my brother-in-law said when I pulled it up. "I think it's a grunt," I said (later confirmed it in my handy-dandy Guide to Fishes of the Bahamas). "Oh," Brian said, "is it because---" And the fish went *grunt grunt grunt*
( 4 more photos beneath the cut.. gorgeous sunset ones and one of only three kerosene-powered lighthouses! )
The trip to and from New York by Continental Airlines was a disaster. I was going to write a long rant about this, but as time passes, it is simmering down from a boil. A 4-hour trip from New York to Bahamas ended up being a 8-hour flight due to mechanical problems, and while we should've landed in the Bahamas by noon and had half the day to enjoy, we arrived an hour before sunset... hungry, tired, dirty, exhausted, and still needed to pick up the rental car and check in to our 2-bedroom villa.
On the flight back, despite having boarding passes and a Continental representative check our luggages at Treasure Cay, at our connecting airport in Nassau, they refused us boarding 40 minutes before departure, citing that check-in for Continental closes an 1 hour prior on international flights, not to mention that our 7-foot luggage was too large and simply would not be able to be transported in the cargo area of the plane. Yes, it was the most ridiculous excuse to deny three adults boarding (probably due to overbooking) but there you have it. And the beauty of this all, is they tell us that we (and our *enormous* luggage) will be able to fly back to New York, 22 hours later, on the 1 p.m. flight the next day (due to the miracles of space-time continium and all). Of course, without any compensation because we had arrived "late". After the flight change fee, last minute overnight accomodations, and transportation, it costs the three adults an additional $1000 for their vacation. Trust me, I was beyond pissed.
I won't even go into the simply idiotic argument I had with the Continental representative, which included phrases like...
Continental: Ma'am, your plane has left.
Me: How has it left? Isn't departure 3 p.m.?
Continental: Yes.
Me: It is currently 2:30 p.m.
Continental: Yes.
Me: And it's left?
Continental: Well.. no.. it's still at the airport, but ma'am, it's gone. You can't board that plane.
Me: It can't be gone if it's still here!
And the ever-priceless...
Me: You're telling me this luggage is too large to fit on your plane? How many passengers does it carry?
Continental: 40 passengers, ma'am.
Me: And these 40 passengers on the plane, they each have check-in luggage? You're telling me your cargo area is so narrow that it cannot hold an item that is 7 feet in length?
Continental: No, it cannot.
Me: So how do you fit all the bags for the passengers?
Continental: Their bags are all under 5-feet in length.
Me: But you don't stack any of your luggages next to one another in any direction exceeding 7 feet?
Continental: Ma'am, your luggage is 7 feet in length. It will not fit on our plane.
(Of course, it fit just fine the next day at 1 p.m. Same guy checked us in too!! The hilarity of the Bahamas!!!)
Day on the boat
May. 21st, 2008 08:42 pmPhoto snapped by a student after we spent a day on the boat, collecting various animals including red hake (ling), windowpane, summer flounder, window flounder, horseshoe crab, blue crab, calico crab, rock crab, northern kingfish, and more.
They pay me to do this as a teacher..!? Life is good.
They pay me to do this as a teacher..!? Life is good.
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miscellaneous thoughts
Jan. 21st, 2005 11:17 amWent for an eye check-up today as a new patient, I fill out the forms, and the receptionist looks at it and goes: "Clare **? Wait, were you in the papers recently?!" and the entire waiting room looks up suddenly. I hope they didn't think it was for some drug soliciation, police arrest, political scandal wrong-doings. Newspapers tend to feature so many depressing negative stories that I wanted to shout to the entire waiting room: "No! You don't understand! I'm just a marine scientist! I give talks on marine biology! I'm harmless!"
I dont think I'll ever get used to being recognized, though. The other month, B went to a fishing bait and tackle store to purchase some stuff, and the guy behind the counter made friendly chat with him, asking: "So what you going to fish for?" "Stripers," my husband said. "Oh! Stripers!" the man exclaimed enthusiastically, "did you know there's this marine biologist, Clare, nicest girl! So sweet and friendly! She studies stripers here in our bay. She puts these tags in their bellies and---"
"Yes," B said with a smile, "she's my wife."
And apparently, next Wednesday's paper is going to feature a full-spread article (with lots of photos!) in the community section of my project. More publicity. I'm a suburban diva.
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12 days till we leave for Shanghai. I am resisting the urge to being packing. If you'd like a postcard, leave a comment, I'll try my best to send out as many as possible from China. If you've recently moved or you didn't get a Christmas card from me, email me your mailing address.
I dont think I'll ever get used to being recognized, though. The other month, B went to a fishing bait and tackle store to purchase some stuff, and the guy behind the counter made friendly chat with him, asking: "So what you going to fish for?" "Stripers," my husband said. "Oh! Stripers!" the man exclaimed enthusiastically, "did you know there's this marine biologist, Clare, nicest girl! So sweet and friendly! She studies stripers here in our bay. She puts these tags in their bellies and---"
"Yes," B said with a smile, "she's my wife."
And apparently, next Wednesday's paper is going to feature a full-spread article (with lots of photos!) in the community section of my project. More publicity. I'm a suburban diva.
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12 days till we leave for Shanghai. I am resisting the urge to being packing. If you'd like a postcard, leave a comment, I'll try my best to send out as many as possible from China. If you've recently moved or you didn't get a Christmas card from me, email me your mailing address.
recreational fishermen
Aug. 22nd, 2004 08:45 pmAt the end of the day, as I docked the boat after a long day out on the waters, he said to me, "you handle the boat remarkably well--" and his voice trailed off; the carefully omitted but mutually understood three words of "for a girl" was silent, and yet, it made me smile because I felt accomplished.
We spend the fifth day beam trawling, which is basically dropping this net off the back of the boat down to the ocean bottom, and collecting whatever gets caught in it. We only do it for 10 to 15-minute periods, so that whatever does get caught, we can identify and measure, and throw them back into the ocean, mostly alive (commercial guys trawl for an hour, so whatever lifeform is in the net is mostly dead by the time it arrives on deck).
( more photos... )
( more photos... )
research vessel cruise in pictures part I
Jul. 26th, 2004 09:30 pmThe research proposal, as far as I understood it, was to examine the effects of commercial mobile gear on tilefish (an ocean-bottom dwelling fish species) habitats. ( Beware, image intensive... )
We have 27 tagged striped bass in our project. The average size so far has been approximately 23".
Yesterday, I caught and tagged a 36 1/2" striped bass. She's the largest one of the 27, of course. I am very proud, to say the least.
After slaving away for weeks, yesterday, I came home at 5pm, grabbed Wendy's for dinner at the drive-through, and fell asleep at 7.30pm.
I woke up 10 minutes ago. Yes, I passed out for 14 hours.
Yesterday, I caught and tagged a 36 1/2" striped bass. She's the largest one of the 27, of course. I am very proud, to say the least.
After slaving away for weeks, yesterday, I came home at 5pm, grabbed Wendy's for dinner at the drive-through, and fell asleep at 7.30pm.
I woke up 10 minutes ago. Yes, I passed out for 14 hours.
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Jun. 10th, 2003 06:12 pmToday, I learnt how to surgically implant an acoustic transmitter into a fish.
I don't know how people do 160 mile (round-trip) commutes to work, because it is *killing me* to wake up 3 hours in advance just to get to work on time.
Mom left for China on Monday. Carol left for California on Tuesday. 900 square foot apartment suddenly feels *empty*.
Zeus is having a conversation with the bird outside the window, I swear. Zeus meows a question, the bird chirps a bit, then Zeus replies, then the bird. They actually pause to hear each others' response.
Someone in a big truck tried to run me off the road-- literally. This, after honking at me, flashing his high-beams, and giving me the third finger repeatedly. Honestly-- I don't know why. I was in the middle lane going 10mph over the speed limit, and I did not cut him off or screw his mother.
More thoughts on working outdoors: Sun is good. Gnats are bad.
I don't know how people do 160 mile (round-trip) commutes to work, because it is *killing me* to wake up 3 hours in advance just to get to work on time.
Mom left for China on Monday. Carol left for California on Tuesday. 900 square foot apartment suddenly feels *empty*.
Zeus is having a conversation with the bird outside the window, I swear. Zeus meows a question, the bird chirps a bit, then Zeus replies, then the bird. They actually pause to hear each others' response.
Someone in a big truck tried to run me off the road-- literally. This, after honking at me, flashing his high-beams, and giving me the third finger repeatedly. Honestly-- I don't know why. I was in the middle lane going 10mph over the speed limit, and I did not cut him off or screw his mother.
More thoughts on working outdoors: Sun is good. Gnats are bad.
in the news...
Aug. 13th, 2002 08:55 amThe conventional wisdom is wrong. If you're a reasonably healthy adult, you DON'T need to drink eight glasses of water every day--unless you want to go to the bathroom a lot. Researchers from Dartmouth Medical School in New Hampshire have concluded that the long-standing advice from newspapers and health and beauty magazines to drink 64 ounces of H2O every day--commonly called "8x8"--is nothing more than a great marketing ploy for bottled water companies.
A woman with her 4-month old baby was stopped at security checkpoint at the airport (which is fine with me). He (security) checks her baby bags (i.e. milk, diapers, towels, clothes, etc.). Then he asks her what is in her 3 bottles of milk. "Breast milk," she says, as she would feel uncomfortable breastfeeding her baby in front of a stranger on the plane. He tells her that he can't allow her to carry it on-board, for security measures-- (get this) -- It might be an explosive poison. (Now what kind of poison is explosive? What kind of sense does this make?) He tells her she has to drink it, while she is still in line, with all the other passengers behind her, in plain public view. Drink her own breast milk and deprive her baby of it. For national security.
Two Wednesdays ago, the governor of NJ said that he was going to reduce the number of speciality plates-- not vanity plates, but plates that have "Support cancer", "Protect the meadowlands", and such slogans on it-- because they were costing the state too much to produce them. (Which is fine with me). A week later, he announces that a new "9-11" plates will be made in NJ, and everybody should purchase them to "demonstrate their national pride" (and such). The plates are being made by 2 start-up guys in Connecticut who haven't even begun production of these plates yet (i.e. let's take your money now, and then we'll see..), who claim that "100% of profits will go to anti-terroristic protections and homeland security". Now how are 2 guys in Connecticut going to do this again? Has anyone figured this out how they will execute anti-terroristic protections for the state of NJ from their backyards with the profits?
On Monday, I went sampling for fluke (i.e. fishing). Beforehand, Carol had expressed how utterly gross and disgusting it would be to be on a boat. So when we found her at 8am asleep, we left her at home and went to work. She called up later at 11am, saying: "Why didn't you take me out on the boat!?" (But you said you didn't want to go) "I just said I didn't want to go, I do, I do want to go!" (But you said..) "I Know, but I was just saying..."
A woman with her 4-month old baby was stopped at security checkpoint at the airport (which is fine with me). He (security) checks her baby bags (i.e. milk, diapers, towels, clothes, etc.). Then he asks her what is in her 3 bottles of milk. "Breast milk," she says, as she would feel uncomfortable breastfeeding her baby in front of a stranger on the plane. He tells her that he can't allow her to carry it on-board, for security measures-- (get this) -- It might be an explosive poison. (Now what kind of poison is explosive? What kind of sense does this make?) He tells her she has to drink it, while she is still in line, with all the other passengers behind her, in plain public view. Drink her own breast milk and deprive her baby of it. For national security.
Two Wednesdays ago, the governor of NJ said that he was going to reduce the number of speciality plates-- not vanity plates, but plates that have "Support cancer", "Protect the meadowlands", and such slogans on it-- because they were costing the state too much to produce them. (Which is fine with me). A week later, he announces that a new "9-11" plates will be made in NJ, and everybody should purchase them to "demonstrate their national pride" (and such). The plates are being made by 2 start-up guys in Connecticut who haven't even begun production of these plates yet (i.e. let's take your money now, and then we'll see..), who claim that "100% of profits will go to anti-terroristic protections and homeland security". Now how are 2 guys in Connecticut going to do this again? Has anyone figured this out how they will execute anti-terroristic protections for the state of NJ from their backyards with the profits?
On Monday, I went sampling for fluke (i.e. fishing). Beforehand, Carol had expressed how utterly gross and disgusting it would be to be on a boat. So when we found her at 8am asleep, we left her at home and went to work. She called up later at 11am, saying: "Why didn't you take me out on the boat!?" (But you said you didn't want to go) "I just said I didn't want to go, I do, I do want to go!" (But you said..) "I Know, but I was just saying..."
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Apr. 25th, 2002 12:28 pmhaven't been in the writing mood. i love my mentor, andrea. she looks after me so very well.
bush pisses me off with his abstinence policies. apparently he thinks that if abstinence is taught as merely an option of preventing pregnancies and sexually transmitted diseases, students don't take it seriously enough. so now he is offering aide to schools who preach abstinence not as an option, but THE ONLY OPTION. and if birth control is to be mentioned, it has to be in the negative, i.e. sentences as follows: "condoms break and aren't an effective method of birth control", "birth control makes you gain weight".
this is going to be as effective as the "JUST SAY NO" drug campaign. getting 40-year old sex educators to tell us that sex is bad, that birth control methods don't work, and the only way to escape this all is to practice abstinence.
i have a real problem with this. not because i don't believe in abstinence, i am a hopeless romantic who agrees that sex should be reserved for couples who are very seriously in love and that making love is more than just an act, it is an expression of a deeper, unspoken, emotion that binds two people together. yes, this should be something that married couples enjoy. however, i am also realistic enough to understand that this view isn't shared by everybody. sex can be something that is merely a physical enjoyment, something that brings you pleasure, but if having a baby or contracting an STD isn't in your planner, maybe you might want to consider using condoms. telling schools that if they omit to inform their students about condoms, diaphragms, Depo-Provera, birth control pills, etc. that they will be offered MORE funding is a shity, Republican, conservative way that i view almost as disgusting as telling women that they have no right over their bodies. teenagers need to be taught that engaging in sexual activities comes with a lot of responsibilies, not merely that it is to be shunned. teenagers need to be taught that sex isn't a nasty, horrible thing (think how many sexually-depraved married couples we will have in fifteen years), but something that should be valued, appreciated and respected. abstinence has to be offered as a choice, not enforced as the only way. you want a youth who can make an educated decision not to engage in sexual activities, instead of one who doesn't know where to buy condoms or how to use one effectively.
no adult wants to think of their children being sexually active. and yes, denial is a powerful tool. but do you really want to pretend that preaching abstinence only with no mention of birth control or STD-prevention is the right means of educating a youth who is emersed in a culture where sex, power, and money equals success?
"Some go to church and think about fishing, others go fishing and think about God." -Tony Blake-
in other news, i am REALLY craving to go fishing. went last friday night on a party boat with Boy, and we caught a total of four fish, one of which was the 2nd largest fish on the boat for the night. want to fish. need to fish. fish fish fish.
bush pisses me off with his abstinence policies. apparently he thinks that if abstinence is taught as merely an option of preventing pregnancies and sexually transmitted diseases, students don't take it seriously enough. so now he is offering aide to schools who preach abstinence not as an option, but THE ONLY OPTION. and if birth control is to be mentioned, it has to be in the negative, i.e. sentences as follows: "condoms break and aren't an effective method of birth control", "birth control makes you gain weight".
this is going to be as effective as the "JUST SAY NO" drug campaign. getting 40-year old sex educators to tell us that sex is bad, that birth control methods don't work, and the only way to escape this all is to practice abstinence.
i have a real problem with this. not because i don't believe in abstinence, i am a hopeless romantic who agrees that sex should be reserved for couples who are very seriously in love and that making love is more than just an act, it is an expression of a deeper, unspoken, emotion that binds two people together. yes, this should be something that married couples enjoy. however, i am also realistic enough to understand that this view isn't shared by everybody. sex can be something that is merely a physical enjoyment, something that brings you pleasure, but if having a baby or contracting an STD isn't in your planner, maybe you might want to consider using condoms. telling schools that if they omit to inform their students about condoms, diaphragms, Depo-Provera, birth control pills, etc. that they will be offered MORE funding is a shity, Republican, conservative way that i view almost as disgusting as telling women that they have no right over their bodies. teenagers need to be taught that engaging in sexual activities comes with a lot of responsibilies, not merely that it is to be shunned. teenagers need to be taught that sex isn't a nasty, horrible thing (think how many sexually-depraved married couples we will have in fifteen years), but something that should be valued, appreciated and respected. abstinence has to be offered as a choice, not enforced as the only way. you want a youth who can make an educated decision not to engage in sexual activities, instead of one who doesn't know where to buy condoms or how to use one effectively.
no adult wants to think of their children being sexually active. and yes, denial is a powerful tool. but do you really want to pretend that preaching abstinence only with no mention of birth control or STD-prevention is the right means of educating a youth who is emersed in a culture where sex, power, and money equals success?
"Some go to church and think about fishing, others go fishing and think about God." -Tony Blake-
in other news, i am REALLY craving to go fishing. went last friday night on a party boat with Boy, and we caught a total of four fish, one of which was the 2nd largest fish on the boat for the night. want to fish. need to fish. fish fish fish.
This amused me. I guess because I've never personally experienced difficulty in catching fish (EVER) since June, and I think paying someone that much money for 3 days of school seems hilarious, the same way that bait stores (as he always says) nowadays are more about catching fisherman than catching fish. :) And I suppose I have been very lucky, since I had an intelligent teacher who knew what the fuck he was talking about, as he always catches fish, regardless of location or time of year. GRINS. It's a nice feeling when you know your boyfriend is an expert. (No really, he's won tournaments.)
MONTGOMERY, Ala. Bass fishing enthusiasts often wonder how professional anglers like Woo Daves, Denny Brauer and Davy Hite always catch fish regardless of location or time of year.
Now anglers have the opportunity to learn the secrets straight from the source at the 2002 CITGO BASSMASTER University.
B.A.S.S. announced the schedule for the upcoming series of seminars which will take place throughout the country. This extremely popular program has become a fan favorite which features weekend seminars from six top anglers at each of the locations listed below.
Classes take place from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. and the cost is $99. The enrollment fee is $50 for a spouse or a child 16 or under attending with a full-paying adult. To enroll, contact the school of your choice, or call (800) 472-9039.
MONTGOMERY, Ala. Bass fishing enthusiasts often wonder how professional anglers like Woo Daves, Denny Brauer and Davy Hite always catch fish regardless of location or time of year.
Now anglers have the opportunity to learn the secrets straight from the source at the 2002 CITGO BASSMASTER University.
B.A.S.S. announced the schedule for the upcoming series of seminars which will take place throughout the country. This extremely popular program has become a fan favorite which features weekend seminars from six top anglers at each of the locations listed below.
Classes take place from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. and the cost is $99. The enrollment fee is $50 for a spouse or a child 16 or under attending with a full-paying adult. To enroll, contact the school of your choice, or call (800) 472-9039.
"yiyi..." i moaned to her tonight, "why did it take me till the fall semester of my senior year to realize that i want to spend the rest of my life doing marine biology!? now i am applying to graduate schools with *no* marine biology experience, and i didn't even major in environmental science like you!"
she cocks her head, gives me a puzzled look: "but clare-- when i first met you freshman year, you said you wanted to do marine biology!"
oh. yeah.
when i first arrived at college, i wanted to do marine biology. i convinced myself that i was being foolish since i had no experience in the field nor had i known anyone who was in marine biology. i had never handled a marine animal, i hadn't even seen live fish in the sea, and i certainly hadn't ever gone fishing or been on a fishing vessel. i didn't even know what they did (i knew i wanted to do research), and only had a vague conception that was what i wanted. so i dismissed it.
freshman, sophomore and junior year, i worked to figure out what i wanted to do by taking many biology classes. not public health, not plant biology, and definitely not microbiology. i still hadn't taken a single ecology or environmental science class because i tried so hard to steer away from it.
then the summer before senior year. i went fishing for the first time with him mid-june. i loved it. we go out fishing almost every weekend. regardless of what happens, when we go, whether we catch fish, whether it rains or shines or the winds are blowing the boat hard, whether it's cold or warm or somewhere in between, i always come home happy.
so now i know what i want to spend the rest of my life doing, and just have to convince graduate schools the same.
she cocks her head, gives me a puzzled look: "but clare-- when i first met you freshman year, you said you wanted to do marine biology!"
oh. yeah.
when i first arrived at college, i wanted to do marine biology. i convinced myself that i was being foolish since i had no experience in the field nor had i known anyone who was in marine biology. i had never handled a marine animal, i hadn't even seen live fish in the sea, and i certainly hadn't ever gone fishing or been on a fishing vessel. i didn't even know what they did (i knew i wanted to do research), and only had a vague conception that was what i wanted. so i dismissed it.
freshman, sophomore and junior year, i worked to figure out what i wanted to do by taking many biology classes. not public health, not plant biology, and definitely not microbiology. i still hadn't taken a single ecology or environmental science class because i tried so hard to steer away from it.
then the summer before senior year. i went fishing for the first time with him mid-june. i loved it. we go out fishing almost every weekend. regardless of what happens, when we go, whether we catch fish, whether it rains or shines or the winds are blowing the boat hard, whether it's cold or warm or somewhere in between, i always come home happy.
so now i know what i want to spend the rest of my life doing, and just have to convince graduate schools the same.
The mail containing anthrax sent to Microsoft in Reno, Nevada, came from Malaysia. That angers and saddens me at the same time. Don't quite know what to think about the safety of my parents, my extended family and my dear friends residing there, and frankly the thought of US's wrath frightens me.
People really are panicking too much about anthrax, in my opinion. I was glad to see a news special reminding people that it's not that contagiously transmittable from person-to-person, since anthrax is really about spores. You can't cough up enough spores to infect someone. Unless you were french kissing the person while they were continually coughing. For four hours straight. I suppose it *could* happen, but really, what are the chances.
My roommate was terrified that another terrorist act would occur on Saturday that she refused to take her GRE's. And she wanted a refund for it, since she couldn't make it to the center since she had to pass through Penn Station. They refused to grant her a refund. The next day, I informed her nonchalantly that I was going to Penn Station to take a train out to see him in NJ. I didn't tell her this, but I figured that only the good die young, so I really have little to worry about.
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We went fishing on Saturday night. Checked the weather online, and one site said we would be having east winds, 5 to 10 miles; another one said calm seas, almost no wind; and another claimed south wind. We ended up with east winds closer to 15 miles and it turned out to be a really rocky ride. But that wasn't the worst part-- the worst part was some wiseass thought it'd be really great to have a bachelor party on the boat. Getting eel slime on your clothes, with 15mph wind in your face, rocking violently on a boat from 6pm to midnight (no escaping! you're trapped!), and then *not* catching anything-- doesn't sound like a good idea to me, but hey, 20 males sure thought so. Then decided to throw in 3 cases of beer for good measure and scream, "where are the white wommaaa---aaann?!" and "where are the naa-aaakked gggu-uuurls?!" every ten minutes. We're on a fishing boat in terrible weather, and they were asking why the gender-breakdown of the individuals on the boat was 50 men to 2 women? But being drunk does incredible things to you.
So none of the bachelor party men caught a single goddamn fish. And even in the end, they were yelling, "someone in the party better catch the pool fish!!"
(pool fish = biggest fish of the night wins the pool money, i'm sure of talked about this a million times, so scroll back to get the definition of what is going on.. c'mon, i talk about fishing every weekend..)
Are you surprised that he won the pool? *grins* Yeah. My hon fucking knows what he is doing, and he doesn't need beer to have fun doing it.
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I took a tour of New Jersey today, and was really amazed that it wasn't the wasteland that New Yorkers always purport it to be. Really, it's beautiful. The fall folliage was magnificent gold and red, and today his mom and I drove to several lakes and took walks around parks, and you'd never imagine that you could be that comfortable with your boyfriend's mom, but I am. Today was another of those days when I thought about that and went: "Whoa. Wow." It's a nice feeling.
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Rufus, Brian's cat, had a nice dinner on Saturday night. Ziti. He doesn't like mice, squirrels or fish; but he loves poultry, and he loves Italian food. He's also left-handed. All of Brian's cats are quirky. Now I have to wonder if: (a) he likes quirky beings around him (which means I'm looney like them?) or (b) he causes them to get quirky (a sign I should run). Hmm. Tyler should really be on Prozac and a million other drugs for his depression, psychoism, and anti-social behavior. Sapphire is the skinniest cat on the planet because she eats too much, then throws it all up. She also doesn't have the capacity to form short-term memories and can't remember what happened ten minutes ago. Or maybe five. But it sure is a short time. And Ratso is what I'd imagine in a human to be a sexy approachable redhead in a bar, that when you walked up to her, smiled and before you said a word, she reached into her handbag, whipped out a gun, and shot you square in the head. I don't know how else to explain her kooky behavior. Eddie and Patches... ahh, some other day. I'm going to go watch TV now. Good show on.
People really are panicking too much about anthrax, in my opinion. I was glad to see a news special reminding people that it's not that contagiously transmittable from person-to-person, since anthrax is really about spores. You can't cough up enough spores to infect someone. Unless you were french kissing the person while they were continually coughing. For four hours straight. I suppose it *could* happen, but really, what are the chances.
My roommate was terrified that another terrorist act would occur on Saturday that she refused to take her GRE's. And she wanted a refund for it, since she couldn't make it to the center since she had to pass through Penn Station. They refused to grant her a refund. The next day, I informed her nonchalantly that I was going to Penn Station to take a train out to see him in NJ. I didn't tell her this, but I figured that only the good die young, so I really have little to worry about.
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We went fishing on Saturday night. Checked the weather online, and one site said we would be having east winds, 5 to 10 miles; another one said calm seas, almost no wind; and another claimed south wind. We ended up with east winds closer to 15 miles and it turned out to be a really rocky ride. But that wasn't the worst part-- the worst part was some wiseass thought it'd be really great to have a bachelor party on the boat. Getting eel slime on your clothes, with 15mph wind in your face, rocking violently on a boat from 6pm to midnight (no escaping! you're trapped!), and then *not* catching anything-- doesn't sound like a good idea to me, but hey, 20 males sure thought so. Then decided to throw in 3 cases of beer for good measure and scream, "where are the white wommaaa---aaann?!" and "where are the naa-aaakked gggu-uuurls?!" every ten minutes. We're on a fishing boat in terrible weather, and they were asking why the gender-breakdown of the individuals on the boat was 50 men to 2 women? But being drunk does incredible things to you.
So none of the bachelor party men caught a single goddamn fish. And even in the end, they were yelling, "someone in the party better catch the pool fish!!"
(pool fish = biggest fish of the night wins the pool money, i'm sure of talked about this a million times, so scroll back to get the definition of what is going on.. c'mon, i talk about fishing every weekend..)
Are you surprised that he won the pool? *grins* Yeah. My hon fucking knows what he is doing, and he doesn't need beer to have fun doing it.
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I took a tour of New Jersey today, and was really amazed that it wasn't the wasteland that New Yorkers always purport it to be. Really, it's beautiful. The fall folliage was magnificent gold and red, and today his mom and I drove to several lakes and took walks around parks, and you'd never imagine that you could be that comfortable with your boyfriend's mom, but I am. Today was another of those days when I thought about that and went: "Whoa. Wow." It's a nice feeling.
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Rufus, Brian's cat, had a nice dinner on Saturday night. Ziti. He doesn't like mice, squirrels or fish; but he loves poultry, and he loves Italian food. He's also left-handed. All of Brian's cats are quirky. Now I have to wonder if: (a) he likes quirky beings around him (which means I'm looney like them?) or (b) he causes them to get quirky (a sign I should run). Hmm. Tyler should really be on Prozac and a million other drugs for his depression, psychoism, and anti-social behavior. Sapphire is the skinniest cat on the planet because she eats too much, then throws it all up. She also doesn't have the capacity to form short-term memories and can't remember what happened ten minutes ago. Or maybe five. But it sure is a short time. And Ratso is what I'd imagine in a human to be a sexy approachable redhead in a bar, that when you walked up to her, smiled and before you said a word, she reached into her handbag, whipped out a gun, and shot you square in the head. I don't know how else to explain her kooky behavior. Eddie and Patches... ahh, some other day. I'm going to go watch TV now. Good show on.
i won the fishing pool!
Oct. 3rd, 2001 11:29 ami know it was tuesday night, but i couldn't help it. we had already bought the eels from saturday (when the winds were 30 knots and the boat couldn't leave), and it was a full moon (the brightest!), and the water was calm, the water chilly enough, but the winds mild. it was perfect fishing weather.
skipped 2 classes. went to new jersey to fish on the Freddy-C. got to the boat at 4.30pm to "save" our spots on the boat, the spots where we love to be. boat left at 6.30pm, night started slow, nobody even got a bite (i.e. feel a nibble on the end of your line) for the first 2 drifts. then a few small ones. then more waiting. i had 3 sweaters on. it was cold. dark. but the moonlight off the waves was beautiful.
went over a part of the bay which was particularly rocky, and tends to get your bait/sinker "caught". so when i felt something tug at the end of my line, very suddenly, i thought i had snagged on a rock. then my fishing line swivelled and ran under the boat, over to the other side. rocks don't move. a fish!! jerk back, pull, wait, reel in, wait.... and finally, broke the surface, a decent -sized striped bass.
.. a decent sized striped bass that ended up winning the pool for the night. the pool is basically where everyone who enters it puts $5 down and whoever catches the biggest fish for the night takes the pot.
my first time. and my name might be in the papers on friday. if it is, i'm sending a copy to my parents. my name in the papers. wow.
i was the only girl on the boat fishing. i don't understand why i keep talking to the guys on the boat and they say they take their wives/girlfriends out to fish, and they hate it. why?! sea breeze in your hair, looking at the sun set, the moonlight, the sound of gentle waves, the exhilaration of a bite, the pull, the fight, everything about fishing as a sport is beautiful.
skipped 2 classes. went to new jersey to fish on the Freddy-C. got to the boat at 4.30pm to "save" our spots on the boat, the spots where we love to be. boat left at 6.30pm, night started slow, nobody even got a bite (i.e. feel a nibble on the end of your line) for the first 2 drifts. then a few small ones. then more waiting. i had 3 sweaters on. it was cold. dark. but the moonlight off the waves was beautiful.
went over a part of the bay which was particularly rocky, and tends to get your bait/sinker "caught". so when i felt something tug at the end of my line, very suddenly, i thought i had snagged on a rock. then my fishing line swivelled and ran under the boat, over to the other side. rocks don't move. a fish!! jerk back, pull, wait, reel in, wait.... and finally, broke the surface, a decent -sized striped bass.
.. a decent sized striped bass that ended up winning the pool for the night. the pool is basically where everyone who enters it puts $5 down and whoever catches the biggest fish for the night takes the pot.
my first time. and my name might be in the papers on friday. if it is, i'm sending a copy to my parents. my name in the papers. wow.
i was the only girl on the boat fishing. i don't understand why i keep talking to the guys on the boat and they say they take their wives/girlfriends out to fish, and they hate it. why?! sea breeze in your hair, looking at the sun set, the moonlight, the sound of gentle waves, the exhilaration of a bite, the pull, the fight, everything about fishing as a sport is beautiful.
more fishing
Aug. 28th, 2001 04:40 pmyou'd think spending a week in cape cod fishing would wean me off my new addiction to sport fishing. but no, you're wrong. we arrive back in new jerse on saturday, and by sunday night i'm asking him if we can go fishing again. but the winds are strong and even 2-feet waves start to drown the Little Boat in water.
monday night we've got our fishing rods (including my new fishing rod!!), jackets, bait, flashlight and all packed into the truck and off we head to the ocean. we forget my pee bucket(since i don't have a dick to dangle off the side of the boat and prevent me from spilling pee all over the deck) so we have to purchase one. i used to get stage fright regarding peeing within listening distance of him (i go through the trouble of having him turn around-- how do you go when someone might watch you from the corner of their eyes, right?!), but now, hey, fishing's more important, and if we have to stay out on the waters for 9 hours, goddamn, i'll need to take a leak. i love my pee bucket.
we caught lots of fish. a good fishing night. 14 fishes in total-- he estimates it to be a good 80lbs of fish. :)
monday night we've got our fishing rods (including my new fishing rod!!), jackets, bait, flashlight and all packed into the truck and off we head to the ocean. we forget my pee bucket(since i don't have a dick to dangle off the side of the boat and prevent me from spilling pee all over the deck) so we have to purchase one. i used to get stage fright regarding peeing within listening distance of him (i go through the trouble of having him turn around-- how do you go when someone might watch you from the corner of their eyes, right?!), but now, hey, fishing's more important, and if we have to stay out on the waters for 9 hours, goddamn, i'll need to take a leak. i love my pee bucket.
we caught lots of fish. a good fishing night. 14 fishes in total-- he estimates it to be a good 80lbs of fish. :)
Summer vacation in Cape Cod, MA
Aug. 26th, 2001 02:08 pm"DO YOU FEEL LIKE STRANGLING ME YET..?"
It's nice to know that I could spend an entire week with him and not feel smothered. I take that to be a good sign in our relationship. I can't think of many people I could spend a week with and not feel like holding their head under water for more than 3 minutes.
"AND THEN AFTER WE EAT, WE CAN GO TO OUR ROOM AND PRETEND TO BE FISH AT THE END OF EACH OTHERS' ROD..."
That's actually what he said to me. And I actually got excited at the thought, because we had both just bought two new fishing rods (my very first!). Wanted to see how my fishing rod feels. Nine fishing rods is the answer to the Jeopardy question: "How many fishing rods did we have in the car on this vacation?" THe car was packed-- there were rods and hooks and lines going everywhere in the car. From Tuesday night through Friday night, we went out in the darkness around 10p.m. to fish for striped bass with his brother on the beach. Speaking of which..
"HON! I CAN'T SEE WHERE I'M WALKING!"
"..YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE WHERE YOU'RE WALKING.."
This trip was the first time I've walked on the beach at night since I was 10 and went crab hunting and searching for sea turtles on an eastern beach in Malaysia. At that, we had flashlights and anywhere we walked, there were 10 or so other people around. This time, we were the sole people on the beach. In the dark. In the fog. And it was cold. And wet. And far from civilization. And many shadows moving in the darkness. I hate the dark.
"LOOK! ANOTHER SHOOTING STAR!"
After that first night on the beach, which was nothing but foggy, damp, and cold, the next four nights that we spent on the beach were really beautiful. He saw 10 shooting stars, and I saw two. The sky was lit up with so many stars, we were so far from light pollution, it was unlike anything I've ever seen. In NJ/NY waters, the sky is lit up with a tan-brownish tinge. Out on the tip of Cape Cod, on a beach that requires a 15-minute drive through a sand-path (i.e. no regular cars can get to), there is absolutely *nothing* to taint the skies. A million stars glittering in the black night.
AND SO..
What have I learnt from a week in Cape Cod?
The beaches in central Cape Cod, in Yarmouth, are filthy with seaweed. Flies are everywhere. And everybody on the beach are immensely overweight but clad in tiny neon bikinis. The men are all balding but have hairy chests, and a belly overhanging their shorts.
Beaches further north are beautiful, with soft clean sand. But the water temperature is close to 65 degrees.
Provincetown, the gay mecca, consists of only one genre of homosexuals. It's no longer a sexual orientation, but a lifestyle. What I mean is that you can be gay without looking like a butch gym teacher with crew cut hair sporting mean earrings if you are a female, or having slick hair with a bottle of hair-gel, a tight tank, short shorts, and Doc Martens if you are a male. I think it compounds a stereotype of gay people that I didn't appreciate. The atttitude of people in Provincetown is to shock the tourists. Everything is for shock value, from cross dressers to flauting their homosexuality to sex stores. But really, when you come from New York City, things like that don't even cause you to blink.
Cape Cod is overpopulated by skunks. And on any given day, you see 10 of them. All dead on the road.
People in Cape Cod don't believe that traffic rules apply to them. Turn onto a busy street whenever you wish. The worst driver always has the right of way.
Food in Cape Cod is awful and overpriced, save for a few restaurants.
We stopped in several cities on the way back in Rhode Island. I think I like them a lot better. Cape Cod, in reflection, is largely a Disney-sort of gimmick, where it's been transformed by capitalism into a money-grabbing scheme that sells a beautiful summer resort get-away when in actuality it has a lot of fat pasty-white people on the beach with lots of smelly seaweed, skunks, and people who can't drive.
It's nice to know that I could spend an entire week with him and not feel smothered. I take that to be a good sign in our relationship. I can't think of many people I could spend a week with and not feel like holding their head under water for more than 3 minutes.
"AND THEN AFTER WE EAT, WE CAN GO TO OUR ROOM AND PRETEND TO BE FISH AT THE END OF EACH OTHERS' ROD..."
That's actually what he said to me. And I actually got excited at the thought, because we had both just bought two new fishing rods (my very first!). Wanted to see how my fishing rod feels. Nine fishing rods is the answer to the Jeopardy question: "How many fishing rods did we have in the car on this vacation?" THe car was packed-- there were rods and hooks and lines going everywhere in the car. From Tuesday night through Friday night, we went out in the darkness around 10p.m. to fish for striped bass with his brother on the beach. Speaking of which..
"HON! I CAN'T SEE WHERE I'M WALKING!"
"..YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE WHERE YOU'RE WALKING.."
This trip was the first time I've walked on the beach at night since I was 10 and went crab hunting and searching for sea turtles on an eastern beach in Malaysia. At that, we had flashlights and anywhere we walked, there were 10 or so other people around. This time, we were the sole people on the beach. In the dark. In the fog. And it was cold. And wet. And far from civilization. And many shadows moving in the darkness. I hate the dark.
"LOOK! ANOTHER SHOOTING STAR!"
After that first night on the beach, which was nothing but foggy, damp, and cold, the next four nights that we spent on the beach were really beautiful. He saw 10 shooting stars, and I saw two. The sky was lit up with so many stars, we were so far from light pollution, it was unlike anything I've ever seen. In NJ/NY waters, the sky is lit up with a tan-brownish tinge. Out on the tip of Cape Cod, on a beach that requires a 15-minute drive through a sand-path (i.e. no regular cars can get to), there is absolutely *nothing* to taint the skies. A million stars glittering in the black night.
AND SO..
What have I learnt from a week in Cape Cod?
The beaches in central Cape Cod, in Yarmouth, are filthy with seaweed. Flies are everywhere. And everybody on the beach are immensely overweight but clad in tiny neon bikinis. The men are all balding but have hairy chests, and a belly overhanging their shorts.
Beaches further north are beautiful, with soft clean sand. But the water temperature is close to 65 degrees.
Provincetown, the gay mecca, consists of only one genre of homosexuals. It's no longer a sexual orientation, but a lifestyle. What I mean is that you can be gay without looking like a butch gym teacher with crew cut hair sporting mean earrings if you are a female, or having slick hair with a bottle of hair-gel, a tight tank, short shorts, and Doc Martens if you are a male. I think it compounds a stereotype of gay people that I didn't appreciate. The atttitude of people in Provincetown is to shock the tourists. Everything is for shock value, from cross dressers to flauting their homosexuality to sex stores. But really, when you come from New York City, things like that don't even cause you to blink.
Cape Cod is overpopulated by skunks. And on any given day, you see 10 of them. All dead on the road.
People in Cape Cod don't believe that traffic rules apply to them. Turn onto a busy street whenever you wish. The worst driver always has the right of way.
Food in Cape Cod is awful and overpriced, save for a few restaurants.
We stopped in several cities on the way back in Rhode Island. I think I like them a lot better. Cape Cod, in reflection, is largely a Disney-sort of gimmick, where it's been transformed by capitalism into a money-grabbing scheme that sells a beautiful summer resort get-away when in actuality it has a lot of fat pasty-white people on the beach with lots of smelly seaweed, skunks, and people who can't drive.
types of fish
Jul. 25th, 2001 08:18 pmsince *everybody* (heheh) is so curious as to where i fish and what i fish for, here's a picture of the type of fishes we catch in the NY/NJ bay. i've been on 6 fishing trips so far.
i've kept 2 bluefish, 2 flukes, and 2 striped bass, so far. :)
i've kept 2 bluefish, 2 flukes, and 2 striped bass, so far. :)
