Maybe I'm a sailor

cc-by Laura Hilliger

I hatheth returned. For three weeks I was sailing seas of Greece. I drank Poseidon's tears on the Myrtoan Sea, visited the homeland of my Assassin's Creed character on the Argolic Sea and popped my eardrum in the Saronic Gulf.

For some reason, whenever I get on a sailboat, the local winds decide to show up early. This time, the Meltemi flicked our little sailboat out of the Cyclades. A few years ago, the Bora Winds were an entire ten weeks early in the Adriatic Sea, and I saw a sailboat with it's front mast ripped the mother-F off. The captain of that boat said (as his two children rocked and cried, traumatised on the deck), "Well, I had the right of way."

Touché. Stupid is everywhere. But I don't sail with stupid people, the sea is dangerous enough.

I was swimming half a klick a day until the ear snafu. I breathed ocean. I went to the wide. My sea legs have subsided, but I've not yet lost the long view. It's strange to be back on land, back home, back to civilisation.

Some pictures of the wide > https://pixelfed.social/i/web/post/615440231021670487
Meltemi Winds > https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Etesian
An Ecological Civilization is the Renaissance We’ve Been Waiting For > https://spencerrscott.substack.com/p/an-ecological-civilization-is-the

Maybe I'm moving

Graffiti I saw in Greece. Photo cc-by Laura Hilliger

Righto, so I'm back, and I'm moving my newsletter to Substack. You (hopefully) already received an email about this. This is the last MailPoet newsletter I'll send. Unless, you know, I can't figure out wtf I'm doing.

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Maybe I need help?

I've written a legit sea shanty. It has a rhythm, a tune and I might actually need to sing it for you. But I'm not a great singer and the Internet is an unforgiving place. So here's the text:

SALTY SAIL SHANTY
Wind on the Mast and a bonny little lass.
Hey Ho, we're sailing.

3 Strange fish and a lovely pasta dish.
Hey Ho, we're sailing.

A dead Kühlschrank and a hafen full of funk.
Hey Ho, we're sailing.

SAIL to the bay where the turtles like to play. Throw the anchor down and let the evening Sway.

The Rum is empty but the water's warm
Hey Ho, we're sailing.

Dive to the blue, check the chain and swarm.
Hey Ho, we're sailing.

Salt in our hair and a sleepy lion lair
Hey Ho, we're sailing.

SAIL to the bay where the turtles like to play. Throw the anchor down and let the evening Sway.

Legs made of jello and a hardy pirate bello.
Hey Ho, we're sailing.

The Captain says get up on the mast, we're his crew to the very very last.
Hey Ho, we're sailing.

The beer is cold but the evenings not, today's the day for a bowline knot.
Hey Ho, we're sailing.

SAIL to the bay where the turtles like to play. Throw the anchor down and let the evening Sway.

The sea is the world, and the world is the sea. Just no place we'd rather be.
Hey Ho, we're sailing.

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