follow.

http://www.winlink.org/dotnet/maps/PositionReportsDetail.aspx?callsign=SM0OJD

to begin.

2.17.11

as wicked storms rolled into spring park bay tyler, mike and i would plop a 6 ft sunfish into the angry, angry waters. our knowledge of sailing was nonexistent, and our ignorance made us fearless. 3 high school kids were beyond capacity for this mighty boat. and when the gale force winds got the better of our overzealous heeling, we'd capsize.


stretch, stretch to save our fallen crewman, scramble on the belly of the boat, and then heave all our weight on the keel to flip the beast back over.

soaked and with furious gray clouds above, we sailed onward, only to repeat this joyful turmoil.



ooh the beginning.




the answer to a legit experience on the ocean sea comes from a 35 ft ketch named cappella. she's on her way home to sweden. as of 2.17.11 mats, the 45 yr. old captain, is awaiting my arrival in st. vincent & the grenadines.


the following gnarnia is an attempt to document the journey from the southern caribbean and beyond.



i am no writer, i've never sailed in salt water, i haven't journaled in years, i have no idea what to do when i return home…but…i just bought my first pair of shorts in like 10 years…so…



these entires are meant for myself and anyone remotely interested.



this is.

The Valinor Collective

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

(the old collective)

2.17.11
!!(all preceding posts are what was once The Valinor Collective. back in the days of 1822 n. campbell ave. this is for archival purposes and to reminisce on days of old.)!!



to begin.

i enjoy songs.

what do i know about music?
nothing.
what i know is what makes me feeel...i play piano when i want to learn a song i've just heard, or when i have the urge to pound the keys till a scattered melody emerges... something that i think sounds sick will then escape me the next time i sit down to repeat this process.
my skills in keeping time were refined thanks to rock band, and the properties of musical notation were mastered from the diabetic hand of ms. kirkegard at minnewashta elementary.

what do i know?....theres no validity in anything i'm about to post....im not a writer...im not a musician and i dont wear shorts in the summer....but....i know that every track proceeding this post will make you shit tits out of your dick...and thats a good thing.

enjoy.
The Valinor Collective.

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