Monday, 27 January 2020

How I deleted facebook #deletefacebook

It took about 9.5 months to delete myself from Facebook.

Luke Skywalker deleted Facebook on the same day. I am in good company. The original StarWars came out the year I was born. Somehow my sisters convinced our whole family to go. I lasted till Darth Vader and spent the rest of the time in the lobby.

I was an early adopter joining Facebook when it was important to say which school you were from.

I saw the rise of apps, advertisements and algorithms.

I wanted to delete my account when Cambridge Analytica broke. I had an inkling earlier that my time on Facebook was making me angry and sad.

I realised given my work I can talk to people with unfounded opinions pretty easily. I can also talk to myself about subjects I know little about.

I prefer Reddit if I am interested in a specialist topic. If I'm feeling crazy I dive into twitter. I am pretty convinced that most of the insane posts on twitter are bots.

I broke ties on the first of March. I had a relapse in October but that was it.

Things I missed.

Specialist groups that do not have an Instagram presence. I realise Instagram is owned by Facebook. I realise that over 10% of instagram is bots
Birthday messages. I received about 10 internet messages, something you will miss if you take the plunge.

How I deleted Facebook?

I personally messaged people I want to retain contact with my email address and contact phone number for signal.

I migrated my Facebook birthdays for my contacts a long time ago.

I backed up my entire Facebook account.

I read Permanent record by Edward Snowden.

If I have something really important to say I will say it in person if at all possible, then a private message or email.

I do actually enjoy talking to people and private messaging. It's more bespoke.

The final straw

Facebook is so addictive that when you delete your account if you log in within 30 days your account is enabled. This makes me think your data is always part of Facebook and is used in apps like Instagram.

I do not miss Facebook.

Monday, 20 January 2020

Thank you.

For the past six months I have been wading through a swampish malaise of discontent. Despite my blog or Instagram feed. I am an intensely private person. I tend to sit apart at social gatherings and am fond of letting people come to me.

However, my quagmire has left me to confide in people I trust. When broaching a tender subject it is hard to guage how a person will react. I am happy to say 99% of you have been very thoughtful and kind. I appreciate the checking in and empathy.

To you I thank.

You know I would do the same.

Thursday, 9 January 2020

RIP Rikki

2019 still wags it's tail.

Some sobering news today. One of my Chief Engineers passed away in Antarctica earlier this week.

Rikki was the first Chief who had been younger than me although you would not know it. He had a penchant for wearing some extravagant shirts. His knowledge of birds was second to none.

As an Engineer, Rikki was a fantastic Chief. A calm temperament, great knowledge and he actually got me doing watches underway and changing fuel filters. No small feat. He was also very good with morale. We had regular bonding sessions around a youtube campfire where libations may have been consumed.

We had a great day last year doing a 4x4 excursion in La Paz. I learned a great deal I am not sure he learned much from me.

On our last crossing together we spent many an hour in the Jacuzzi after work bemoaning the lack of alcohol listening to my music with Rikki punctuating with names of birds, migratory habits and diets. He really did know a lot about birds.

When we got to Antibes he started passing himself off as a yacht broker. He really did have some terrible shirts.

Rikki left us July of last year. He joined an expedition boat and was in Antarctica.

We still maintained a healthy amount of banter. On January the 2nd Thomas and I made this video for him.

Link Warning contains profanity, smoke and a rough accent.

Life is fleeting, I've always felt I will go out on my own terms but this is very sad. Rikki was just 33 years old. Choosing a life at sea does have an inherent risk. I think the saddest thing is if something goes wrong you may be very far away from your life at home.

I won't get into details on Rikki's passing. It doesn't seem real and we are all hurting in our own way. I am very sad for his young family and for everyone who had the pleasure of knowing him.

What I am happy about is that Rikki was loving Antarctica and the unique fauna.

Goodbye Rikki we shall be drinking out of box 222 for you later.

I am convinced the pain the world is in at the moment is the last death throws of 2019 and a 12-year astrological cycle. The new Chinese new year and 12-year procession will begin on the 25th of January. My birthday. Hang in there.

Wednesday, 16 October 2019


I went to Prague for the weekend. It was amazing, I will share some videos and pictures at some point. I am currently reintegrating myself with reality.

Current mood. I feel like I went to heaven for three days and I had to leave prematurely. All I can think about is how do I get back to heaven?

Wednesday, 4 September 2019

Some music

I am actually writing a rather large blog post at the moment. But until then you can listen to this mix my by Wife to tide you over.

Listen to Funky house mix September 2019 by Anna Quay

I also recorded this a couple of weeks ago,

Monday, 10 June 2019

The 42 Step Program. Step one

The past 42 years has been a slow accumulation of wisdom. In 2016 I started planning for a 42nd Birthday party which went off in January of this year. Turns out if you concentrate on anything for a long period of time. It comes to pass.

Reinvigorated from a poignant ceremony of sorts and released from party prep purgatory I have set about reimagining my universe.

Over the next 42 posts, I shall share some of my wisdom. Stay a while and listen.

Step one. Collect Data. Identify Trends. Make Changes.

These posts are going to jump about a bit because all of the 42 steps are intertwined the strands of alien DNA.

Mechanical engineers use trending to identify issues and when to schedule preventative or routine maintenance. For all of our data that is logged, we still transpose information to a written daily log.

In the first step, you must start thinking of your body and mind as a complex machine. Add sensors, capture data, make changes.

Add sensors.

I use a cheap fitness tracker to work out how productive my sleep is.
I count the nutritional and calorific effectiveness of everything I eat. (myfitness pal)
I count my steps and log training.
I write down my mood at the each of day.

I identified my addiction to facebook with the screentime feature on my android phone.

I have worked out I sleep better when I get 10,000 steps a day.

My mood is better when I meditate twice a day.

My workouts are more effective when I use a program.

This all takes time. Time, that you will get back when you divorce yourself from Facebook and that is step two.

Tuesday, 28 May 2019

Writing about Writing


I thought I would quickly write something about the things I have been writing about. Currently in draft purgatory.

I am currently Mid Atlantic near the Bermuda triangle.

I am almost three months into my Facebookless experiment. There are a lot of interesting benefits to starving yourself from that monster. Skynet is already here buried under a like button.

I had a fun time in Fort Lauderdale. It may well have been a bit too much fun. A lot of photos and videos to share.

This is my first Atlantic crossing in a few years. Being a few years older and a little more comfortable in myself it has been highly enjoyable.

Finally, I have been at sea for ten years. We are returning to where it all began, Antibes. Expect a deluge of nostalgia.

Monday, 1 April 2019

Experiment Findings

Today affords me the opportunity to log back into Facebook and I'm not in a hurry to do so.

In a nutshell.

  • I missed the whole awful tragedy that unfolded in New Zealand being simulcast on Facebook.
  • I have more time in my day.
  • My relationships have improved.
  • I feel happier and lighter.
On the flipside
  • I missed the Arrested Development season dropping
That is about it.

I am still using Facebook messenger. So I think the end game from here will be.

-Backing up my account.

-Making a messenger only account with no photos/video/posts/metadata

-Telling my friends my intentions.

-Deleting my facebook account.

Therefore I shall continue the experiment and see if I grow any new limbs, preferably wings.

Tuesday, 26 March 2019

My Day in L.A

As promised.

I touched down about 11am. I was bemused.

I do have to give America a bit of a bouquet as passport formalities were as smooth as I have seen.
The grumpiest border control person on offing took his time to have some chit chat with me which was not at all invasive. I must be oozing charisma from every pore at the moment. This might explain why I have been summoned back to work so quickly.

Eschewing the courtesy shuttle I plodded my way to the hotel. On the way, I paused to sit on some grass on the side of the road. The grass in California is something else.

The hotel allowed me to check in 3 hours early. So after I performed some perfunctory travellers admin, I was soon out the door of the hotel and onto the adventurous Blue Number 3 bus to Santa Monica. Soaking in the business facades and the ever-present paradox of hybrids and gas guzzlers in the herd, I was soon on my feet near the pier.

 A plague of ride-sharing lithium bombs is dispersed throughout Los Angeles. I counted three conventional brands of scooters and at least two types of electric bike. These litter the footpaths with them. Some lying down with broken foot stands. As such riders are reminded to ride on the road or suffer.

After the relative serenity of my Bus. I soon found myself in a tsunami of tourists cresting over the pier. Which is funny as there are ample Tsunami warning signs all around this region.

It is a bit of an iconic stretch of promenade.

Not excessively enjoying this. I soon found myself Power-Touristing and walking about 12 kilometres all up.

Some Pier. Some Dude

 A distant relation of CrossfittusLooniticus


About to pass. I am not using my indicators.

One of Hank Moodys old haunts

I found this very sad.

Oh how honest


If you walk towards Marina Del Ray you get to see the Hippy, beachy kitsch evaporate and you enter some seriously sun tanned Hipster. Some of the locals have to wear futuristic welding helmets to keep UV at bay.

I always respect seeing tasteful Unicorns in a shop front. Less than 15 minutes before I had seen my first pair of rainbow suspenders since Mork and Mindy.

About now the 5-hour energy I had quaffed upon landing started to lose its effectiveness. It was about 5 hours later.

I guess if I was to take anything away from my walk today. Los Angeles has some startling disparity. Beneath the sparkling veneers there are a lot of fillings. The homeless are so prevalent they all have registered cardboard sleeping pads with the city municipals. It is heartbreaking to see.

I lurched back to my hotel. Ordered in some room service and wrote this.

I am about to have a long bath.

My earlier script didn't really go to plan, a bit improv towards the end. But I guess at the end of the day. I do actually like my own company, I'm pretty good at it.

I did actually go downstairs later for libations and had some very animated discussions with a handpicked audience. We stopped just before a revolution.

I did have a moment in an extra long elevator ride. I am alien life form who calls them elevators. We stopped at a floor and no one got out or in I said very loudly when people were confused. 

“the ghost just got out, he is staying in room 3108"

This got some movement and I do beleive I made a couple of tall brothers laugh out out. They the proceeded to join in SSH and promptly missed their own floor. My job was clearly done it was time to call it a day. 

I do have supplementary tales however they are of a different tone (moan). I may have been exposed to a fatal amount of Boomer radiation in transit.