Thursday, 16 August 2018

Conjoined Posts

So about two months ago I started writing a long exhaustive piece explaining the whole living on a boat thing and why it is so strange and why almost ten years later I am still doing it.

Then I realised people can watch Below Deck.

Probably best I didn't waste all of that effort.

Anyway, I have transitioned...... to a new job.

It is great. The only problem. I have been muzzled within an inch of my life. I have signed 2 NDA's one of which is for something that is not even real.

Anna says quite often that I am cryptic. Good thing I am. I can't say anything anymore. I will have to write about the past in vague prose.

"I was over there. It was nice"

Anna also says I lie a lot.

We shall meet somewhere in the middle.


Nice Words

I went out at the start of the month. Nights out are carefully planned things these days. Warm up and warm down stretches. Battery packs, topical creams and pain relief are all on hand. My last couple of nights out in New Zealand have been marred with a couple of conversations.

"Hello"

"%&*#$ you have got old"

When you eventually get home having those words reverberating in your head is a bit disheartening.

Not this time though.

"Hello"

"$#$$(( you guys look great"

And finally

"Hello"

"Are you still writing?"

"Well ummm $*&#$& Social networking, conspiracies, big brother, algorithms, parenting, general laziness"

"You should, you have a talent"

These two interactions were a nice reminder that the aging process can be forgotten about and that wasting talents is a terrible thing. Even the talent of being wasted.

I shall write something more later.



Highly volatile blockchain technology talks. 






Sunday, 10 December 2017

Troubadour

Some wordy words are forthcoming I promise.

In the meantime have to get this out of the way.  It has been clogging me up.

https://soundcloud.com/deckhand/troubadour

For the xenials you can download it here.

Hopefully some good old fashioned writing will follow.

I have lots to to discuss.

Monday, 2 October 2017

Why I support My Wife selling things on Facebook

I feel obligated to write a little about some negative feedback that has come our Families way about Anna trying to support our Family selling products on Facebook.

We are married. Our Wedding Vows whilst owing a lot to childhood Science Fiction/Fantasy do talk about us supporting each other where we can.

We are in a unique situation. I am not home for six months of the year. I earn good money but we still have to budget each month and there is not much left after our mortgage, food, utilities, things for our child and dog and maintaining our house. We moved to Europe for 5 months this year. Anna's business helped us stay on the road and we were very frugal.

We run a BNB, I would wager 85% of the profits of this go back into turning our property into a eco friendly part of the world. We have our own chickens, we are planting trees. We want to install solar panels. I have grand plans for our utilising our river. Pyramids don't come cheap.

I am pretty confident Anna's first product Juice Plus was the reason we got pregnant after many years of trying. That is our experience. Not some *facts* you read on the internet. 

Anna now sells cosmetics and wellness products from a company called NuSkin.

The most successful is the viral whitening toothpaste, after using it for six months my teeth are whiter than they have ever been. I have also been using the Galvanic spa. I have suffered from what I like to call wheat aids which makes my skin and scalp break out with flakey dry skin since the age of 30. NuSkin products are scientifically proven more so than the gunk you buy in pharmacies. After six months of using the Galvanic spa my skin is incredibly smooth. I can even get away with eating a bit of gluten now and again. This is my evidence. I am firm believer in Gnosis. Knowledge from self experience.

I also provide A LOT of quality/funny and thought inspiring content on facebook. Me supporting my Wife is my way of monetising this content. If a service is free on internet. You are the product. You might as well try to get something back, tastefully of course.

If you have not realised. The world is changing quickly. I saw this beautiful quote today. 

""I have read somewhere of an old Chinese curse: 'May you be born in an interesting time!' This is a VERY interesting time: there are no models for ANYTHING that is going on. It is a period of free fall into the future, and each has to make his or her own way. The old models are not working; the new have not yet appeared. In fact, it is we who are even now shaping the new in the shaping of our interesting lives. And that is the whole sense (in mythological terms) of the present challenge: we are the 'ancestors' of an age to come, the unwitting generators of its supporting myths,the mythic models that will inspire its lives."

Joseph Campbell, Goddesses: Mysteries of the Feminine Divine (Copyright © 2013 Joseph Campbell Foundation), p.xiv"

So the next time you get angry about seeing someone trying to support their Family on Facebook. Just take a big breath and say nothing. Especially if you have received money for a service you advertised on Facebook...........

“Silence is sometimes the best answer.” – Dalai Lama
If you are interested in whiter teeth or better skin. Send Anna an email she will be happy to help.

Saturday, 24 June 2017

El Norte

No body told me creative time would such a precious commodity being a parent :D

I have had some time to make a mix for our many little road trips we have planned as we head south from the Northern most part of our our European tour.

Enjoy it.


Sunday, 19 March 2017

Long Haul Baby Hauling a Novice Guide

Last year I smugly wrote a list of hard earned tips in a valiant effort to engender happy and safe travel for the less frequent flyer. Little did I know I would soon be turning the world upside down for my immediate family. Following is 40 hours of calamity. And some tips.

Dario turned five months old on our day of departure. New Zealand was in the first stage of a biblical flood. We were due to depart at 5:45pm but knowing a little bit about cancelled flights out of Kerikeri we made a call at lunch time to try and get on an earlier flight. If the earlier flight was cancelled we would be able to make our connecting flight by hopping on a four hour bus ride. We would not have this option if the later flight was cancelled.

The bus ride went pretty smoothly but this extra four hours of travel probably broke us all towards the end. When we got to the international terminal we unloaded 12 pieces of luggage and set about checking in. Some sweet talking was required here as I did not have my usual Seaman luggage allowance. It was towards the end we realised we were missing the lucky 13th piece of luggage. Dario's suitcase. Knowing the bus had to drop passengers off at the Domestic terminal I offered to run after the bus.

Personally I find running a positively futile and unrewarding pass time. Have you ever seen a runner smiling? Given my recent river injury, running to the terminal was probably the best and worst thing I could have done. After almost dying from a heart attack I made it to the terminal and located the bus, only to find it empty. The nice people at Air New Zealand had our bag inside. Sweating and swearing I calmly dragged the bag back to the international terminal and we completed checking in. Travel tip one. When travelling with over 80 kilos of luggage and a family have a luggage muster list which you can count up to before leaving any luggage assembly point. Include the baby in this list and your partner.

Marvelling at the speed and efficiency of New Zealand security screening I managed to leave my Traktor S8 and passports with security. So many plastic trays we filled. We discovered quite a cool parent lounge which is off towards the Airline lounges on the same floor as security. It has private rooms and a small rubberised pen for toddler containment. After a nappy change(not my own) we recovered the Traktor and passports and we were soon on what was the longest flight in the world(last year). Auckland to Dubai.

Dario had a bit of trouble during take off. The A380 accelerated a bit faster than our Citroen and we started rising a lot faster than his jolly jumper. He was soon crying and it took a while for him to settle into a sleep. He did sleep for his usual amount which turned out to be his last proper sleep of the whole 41 hour journey. I slept as I always do on planes, Anna not so much. Upon arising for breakfast service I realised that my bout of running had rendered my flight swollen feet practically useless. Travel Tip two. Avoid running at all costs on the day of departure.

Discussing infant flights with a few colleagues it sounds like Flight attendants are very well trained in placating and making a fuss of babies. We can vouch for this. Dario made many friends on board planes.

 

Upon reaching Dubai we were soon struck with the gravity of the trip we had undertaken. The best way to deal with gravity was to put Dario in a complementary push chair.

My ankles had swollen with the flight and I felt disturbing sensations in my feet. I soon realised this was from my run of the ages after the bus in Auckland. 

Emirates ground staff kindly gave us first class tags so we could clear security through the priority lane. The X-Ray screening technology is so sophisticated you do not need to remove any liquids/laptops/batteries from your luggage. Are you reading this TSA?

After a cocktail and breakfast stop we were soon on our way to Spain. Dario struggled again with take off and a nice lady in our seat block befriended him. She was soon babysitting him and I am convinced would have quite happily taken him home with her if something had befallen us.


It is here I must give mention to one of our more worth while purchases. A backpack/front pack baby carrier thing. Without it the priority passenger would not have slept at all after the first night. The bassinet was too bright and we were situated near a toilet so he found it too hard to fall asleep in.

Spanish passport control was a formality. Baggage claim took a little longer than we expected but this because we had a car seat and push chair. These travel on a special carousel with artwork and commercial goods. 

Now, my law of long distance travel is the last bit is always the worst. We had a four hour lay over in Barcelona. Our little jet setter had only been cat napping since our First leg to Dubai and was a bit over the whole exercise. We set ourselves up in a courtesy lounge, I highly recommend this also if travelling with a baby, Anna could feed him in a nice quiet corner and we fortified ourselves the best we could without missing our last flight.

The last leg was an ordeal. We sat on the runway for a bit too long. We were soon all sweating, screaming and suffering the uncomfortable imagined withering gazes of other passengers. A little longer and we took off. Screaming gave way to snoring and 45 minutes we landed in Palma.

Our taxi driver was a bit put off by our amount of luggage. He was probably more put off by our Englishness. I blame this firmly on the four hour layover in Barcelona. Free Gin is not going to drink itself. After some negotiating and showing him how he could fit us all in his car we were soon off to our new home. More about that soon.

Forty hours of travelling complete.

Travel Tips

Have a muster list for passengers
Have a muster list for luggage
Avoid Running at all costs
Have a baby carrier front/back thing
Use pay lounges where possible
The last leg will be the worst
A baby can be a VIP pass
Fly to Spain








Friday, 24 February 2017

Happy Wedding Anniversary

15 years ago during a Summer Solstice Psy-Trance party in Parakai. I noticed upon the dance floor a foreign body. An outcast from K-Road. Being of completely whole(some) mind and body I thought to myself I would like to make her acquaintance. The following easter in a story not fit for Facebook I got to meet Anna Sangster. We ventured off to the UK in 2004. We married on the 24th of February 2007. We sold our house and conquered South East Asia in 2008. We almost went broke finding work at sea in 2009. Had a few tough years before things came good in 2015 and in 2016 Master Dario came into our lives. This year we will move to Europe for research purposes. I would not be entirely surprised if we make it into space at some point. All we need to do is write it down. 

Thank you Anna for being the best possible partner and foil to this increasingly eccentric sabre. 


xx 

Monday, 20 February 2017

River Teaser Trailer

Thanks to a concerted working/party bee we now have a injury free path down to our river boundary.

Think of this as a teaser trailer.


Excuse the fingers. I didn't want to break something again.

Thanks to the Bees!