Steve Earley took the above beautiful photo, which he has captioned ‘Before Sunrise’, a few mornings ago during his ongoing fall cruise. Steve and I have mutual permission to repost anything from either of our sites. I thank him for that.
Steve retired earlier this year from his long career as a newspaper photographer. He enjoyed his work and and initially had what I observe is a common unease at the transition. ‘Observe’ because either I retired the day I graduated from college as my grandmother liked to say or I will never retire at all. I told Steve, “You are not retired. You are free.” And on this fall cruise with no date he has to be back at work he is sensing that. The greatest wealth is time. That we have so little is our dignity, if we make something of it.
You can follow Steve’s cruise here:
I just finished reading THE SECRET LIFE OF GROCERIES and I’m giving up food.
I learned of the book from a front page review in the NY TIMES.
The book is fascinating and I don’t even care much about food. I like good food when I can get it, but obviously can live indefinitely on cans and freeze dried.
THE SECRET LIFE is not muckraking in the Upton Sinclair style, but reveals the details and hidden side of the food supply chain from fisherman and slaughter house, to truck driver, entrepreneur, worker at the fish counter at Whole Foods. People and things that most of us, including me, take for granted and never consider.
I came away from the book impressed by the attention to detail, the complications, the competitiveness, and particularly to the squeeze of those on the lowest levels of the supply chain, some of whom are victims not just of wage slavery but real slavery.
A couple of statistics. Once 90% of the US population was engaged in producing food. Now only 3%. And as you can read in the review, the average American spends 2% of their life in supermarkets.
Assuming you eat, you will find this book of interest.
This morning at Sailing Anarchy I learned that a new 33’ Moore is going into production.
She will certainly be fast.
I notice that there is no mention of price, but whatever it is, sorry, Ron, but I won’t be buying one.
I’m sticking with GANNET on whom during the past few weeks I have once again spent more than I originally paid for her.
I came across a troubling poem the other day. I will let it speak for itself. That is what poems do.
I am virtuous. No one else will say so, so I must.
I did my full workout yesterday for the first time in eight weeks. I can do the workout on GANNET’s foredeck, but for whatever reasons this time in San Diego I didn’t.
I managed to do one foot push-ups, keeping my weight on my left foot while my right barely touched the floor. I only went to my age plus one, which I will have to do in a couple of months anyway. I’ll do weights today.