Archive for April, 2003

Trip Report

April 16, 2003 - 3:21 am 5 Comments

We got on the ship around 12:45 and headed up to check out the room. It was nice, about the size of a hotel room, with room for 2 twin beds and a sectional couch. I took out all my gear – laptop, gps, phone, camera, and various accessories and proceeded to set it all up. Then we went exploring, found our table at dinner and the Lido deck where the pool is. Conveniently enough, there was a bar there and it was also the muster station for our lifeboat drill, which was supposed to start at 3:40 but didn’t get going until 4:15. It was really disorganized and they didn’t check passenger names off on a list or anything, just made a cursory check that you had a life jacket on. After an interminable 30 minutes or more in the jackets, they announced the drill was over without actually taking us to the lifeboats, so I have no idea where our boat is. During the drill, we set sail.

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Back

April 15, 2003 - 9:15 pm 2 Comments

I’m back, but I have a miserable cold and just can’t post a lengthy update right now. I have some cool pics and will post them soon.

Hasta la Vista

April 8, 2003 - 10:41 pm 3 Comments

I’m leaving tomorrow for my cruise, so updates in the next days will probably be few and far between. Don’t miss me too much!

Here’s a funny

April 7, 2003 - 11:05 pm 4 Comments

Tonight while they were looking for Saddam Hussein’s body in the rubble over in Baghdad, hub saw Jenna Bush buying beer at the grocery store near our house. Wonder if it was for a celebration?

Blast from the Pamanamanast

April 4, 2003 - 4:18 pm 3 Comments

If you ever watched The Muppet Show, you will want to watch this. And be prepared for the week-long, or possibly longer, earworm.

Windows Media Player format, 3.1 megs.

Songs to cruise by

April 4, 2003 - 2:03 am 8 Comments

Here’s what I’ve got on my computer to take on the cruise with us:

A Pirate Looks At Forty – Jimmy Buffett
Aloha Oe – Don Ho
Blue Hawaii – Various
Boat Drinks – Jimmy Buffett
Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes – Jimmy Buffett
Come Sail Away – Styx
Could You Be Loved – Bob Marley & The Wailers
Don’t Worry, Be Happy – Bobby McFerrin
Escape (The Pina Colada Song) – Rupert Holmes
Fins – Jimmy Buffett
Hot Hot Hot Buster Poindexter
Mexico – James Taylor
Jammin – Bob Marley & The Wailers
Jaws Theme – John Williams
Jolly Mon Sing – Jimmy Buffett
Kokomo – Beach Boys
Kokomo (Spanish version) – Beach Boys
La Feria De Las Flores – The Hottest Mariachis in Mexico
La mer – Charles Trenet
Love Boat Theme – Jack Jones
Lovely Cruise – Jimmy Buffett
Lust For Life – Iggy Pop
Macarena – Los Del Rio
Manifold de Amour – Latin Playboys
Margaritaville – Jimmy Buffett
No Woman No Cry (Live) – Bob Marley & The Wailers
On A Slow Boat To China – Jimmy Buffett
One Particular Harbour – Jimmy Buffett
Orinoco Flow (Sail Away) – Enya
Over The Rainbow-What A Wonderful World – Israel Kamakawiwo`ole
Pass The Dutchie – Musical Youth
Perfect Day – Lou Reed
Red Red Wine – UB40
Red Skies – The Fixx
Redemption Song – Bob Marley & The Wailers
Rhythm of the Night – De Barge
Sail My Vessel – Garth Brooks
Sailing – Christopher Cross
Sailing – Rod Stewart
Sailing Away – Chris De Burgh
Sea Cruise – Jerry Lee Lewis
Somewhere Beyond the Sea – Frank Sinatra
Son Of A Son Of A Sailor – Jimmy Buffett
Summer Wind – Frank Sinatra
The Banana Boat Song (Day-O) – Harry Belafonte
The Captain And The Kid – Jimmy Buffett
The Gulf of Mexico – Clint Black
The Ketchup Song – Las ketchup
Tiny Bubbles – Don Ho
Tryin’ To Reason With Hurricane Season – Jimmy Buffett
Two Pina Coladas – Garth Brooks
Under the Sea – Disney
Walk on the Ocean – Toad The Wet Sprocket
Why Don’t We Get Drunk – Jimmy Buffett

On music, business, and gadgets

April 4, 2003 - 1:43 am 1 Comment

Fox News keeps recycling the music that they used for the week after September 11th, when they showed endless loops of the second plane hitting the WTC. Every time I hear it I flash back onto that period of time and snap my head to the TV expecting to see planes hitting buildings.

Once again I’ve gotten my days all jumbled and spent all day today thinking it was Tuesday. I realized around 9 pm that it was Thursday and my cruise leaves a week from today. It also means that I’m not going to get the quilt done on time, damnit, nor am I going to be able to make it to my nephew’s Eagle Scout ceremony. I’m bummed about missing it, but we’d have to corral the kids, drive to San Antonio (1.5 hours) for the ceremony, leave there around 10 pm then drive anouther 3.5-4 hours to Houston and show up on my in-laws’ doorstep in the wee small hours, then get the kids up at 7:30 the next morning to go to work with their grandparents and then us drive the 1.5 hours from Houston to Galveston that morning.

The good news is that we have a contract on our old house and closing is scheduled for 4/28. And it’s at a price we’re happy with. The bad news is that next weekend is the cruise, the weekend after we’re going back to Houston for Easter, so we’re going to have to leave the kids there again in order to come back and clean out the garage, which is filled with 10 metric assloads of junk. The buyers are being really weird and got upset when we said they couldn’t have the microwave, and they wanted us to drop the price on the house because they plan to add on another 1000 square feet or so and need the money (which is my problem because…?). They told their realtor to tell our realtor to make sure that we get the grass mowed before closing. Wonder if they want us to leave the lawnmower for them, too.

I got this adapter thingie for my GPS and some software called MacGPS Pro that lets me download just about any map, calibrate it, and do live tracking from my GPS to my laptop. I got this big old map of the Gulf of Mexico to use for the cruise. It only took me three hours to figure out how latitude and longitude works. Somewhat.

By the way, that dream I posted earlier? I really did dream that, this afternoon while I napped. The son was played by William Hurt, probably because I saw a production of him in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The father was kind of like John Huston, and the kid was anonymous.

A dream

April 3, 2003 - 6:27 pm Comments Off on A dream

Once upon a time there was a man who had long and deep-seated resentmet towards his father. He knew his father was an evil man and what he did was going to corrupt himself and others so awfullly that he should not be allowed to live.

Having made up his mind to rid the earth of his father, he made his way to the apartment building where his father lived in order to do him in. He climbed onto the barely functioning elevator and pushed the button for the thirtieth floor.

When he got to the apartment his father, small and wizened but still lovely to look at, was waiting at the door for him with a smile and a tear. Surely the son had a right to do as he saw fit, but didn’t the father have a right to be heard? The son agreed that was fair, and they sat to talk.

The father explained he wasn’t evil but rather not human; it was natural for him to be able to jump to the tops of trees and float gracefully down. He was part faerie, and by killing his father, the son would never be able to fulfill that longing ache deep within himself that said there was more to life than his day to day drudgery. After a long and tearful talk, the two reconciled. The father explained that he was able to bring a little magic back into his apartment and demonstrated the most amazing things for his son, swooping soundlessly across the room; balancing atop the railing of the balcony that overlooked the city; not only demonstrating but teaching as well.

So that when the son left his father, with much love and hugs, and went home to see his own son, he was laughing and giddy at what he had seen and what he could do. He had a long talk that night with his son, promising him things would be different, they would live a happy life and always learn to look at things from (literally!) a new perspective.

After a good night’s sleep filled with colorful incredible dreams, the two woke up and got dressed and made out of their house for a bite to eat. The father, eager to show off wha the had learned from his father, took a huge running leap in order to plant himself at the top of a brick wall.

Only he had forgotten. All the magic was at that old apartment. Outside, in the real world, there was no magic. So instead of landing gently on top of the wall, he ran into it full force and broke his neck while his son watched.

The end.

(is that the most bizarre dream ever??)