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The Committee to Ascribe a Naval Origin to Everything Is Now In Session Give me a wide berth, I’m a loose cannon and three sheets to the wind. Anchors aweigh. There are three sorts of people; those who are alive, those who are dead, and those who are at sea. Everything  you can imagine is real. Picasso said it , Walt Disney believed it and I have lived it. Yet Walt's Power of NEW is messing with my Power of NOW. "You got your peanut butter in my chocolate! Walt" I'm Onboard,with the face that launched a thousand dreams and 3 cruise ships, I am suited and booted for formal night onboard the  Wonder. The statue is the saint as Disney is deified on ImagiNation of the United States of Unconsciousness.The menu "Seconds" is the meal at Animator's Pallet . My favorite animal is steak with extra helpings of staged authenticity. Pass the kool-aid.  The thought virus It's a Small World After All is playing in my head. I am confusing those robots...

Cabo San Lucas · Mexico · Same Hat, Different Day The Elixir Cabo-LG: Life Is Still Good Dylan, ageing backwards, guacamole revelation, and the Pacific-side reminder that growing old is mandatory but growing up remains optional. See Full Image Cabo San Lucas Mexico Watchtower Life Is Good The Elixir Show Text Ordinary World The Call Answer the Call Foreign Land Trials The Elixir “There must be some kind of way out of here,” I wrote last year. Apparently not. “Said the joker to the thief.” All Along the Watchtower has always carried Dylan’s audacity at manipulating chronological time. At the conclusion of the last verse, it is as if the song begins again and the power of myth returns. My own ageing is regressive these days, not progressive. I am the Bob Dylan of the fifty-somethings. Growing old is not optional. Growing up is. Field Signal Same Hat, Different Day Return travel is not repetition when the traveller has changed. The Journey Equation Memory + Return + Mischief = Li...

Cabo · Puerto Vallarta · Saudi Arabia · Thailand · Macau · Las Vegas · Mediterranean The Elixir In One Year and Out the Other A restless year of ports, poker, beer, reinvention, and one recurring question: what happens when the world becomes the itinerary? See Full Image Show Text Ordinary World The Call Answer the Call Foreign Land Trials The Elixir 01 In Revue What a Wonderful World I say to myself: what a wonderful world. Today, the song remains the same. A year earlier, I wrote from Mexico. The places changed. The appetite for movement did not. Roll Video The Song Remains the Same ...

Key West · Mexican Riviera · New Caledonia · Nomadic Pursuits Answer the Call The Sea Is the Destination An adventure is something more—but nothing less—than bad planning. The sea turns that imperfect plan into an occupation. See Full Image Key West Funemployment New Caledonia Isle of Pines Escape to Reality Show Text Ordinary World The Call Answer the Call Foreign Land Trials The Elixir An adventure is something more—but nothing less—than bad planning. As a multinational soul, I thought I would have a Coke and teach the world to sing. The importance of being Ernest and going to Key West was less about Hemingway, fishing, and sailboats than the permission to invent a life and then live into it. Field Doctrine Motio...

“The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.” –G. K. Chesterton. The older I get, the better my past gets. This is my magic bench, where I began my science of achievement experience of making the invisable visable and in the process have had moments of extreme fullfillment on simply advancing confidentially in the directions of my dreams, meeting with a success unknown in common hours.

Santa Monica · A Bicycle Field Note The Elixir The Epiphany Chair A bike ride past Chess Park becomes a roll call for Santa Monica’s old radicals—and a meditation on what remains after a place changes around you. Santa Monica Chess Park Memory The People’s Republic Ordinary World The Call Answer the Call Foreign Land Trials The Elixir The chair looked like a throne, the rabbit looked like a revelation, and the bicycle supplied the philosophy. “What am I on? My bike.” Field Note 01 · Your Move All Good People I biked past Chess Park, where—before September 11—my buddy Bicycle Pete, PBUH, who lived in his van, held court alongside the Old Radicals. There was “Swiss” Pierre, a John Demjanjuk look-alike and kindly grandfather with that Nazi past, sitting all day beneath his rainbow umbrella and ...