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Knot A Clew is the name of the sailboat I was on. Seriously.

Knot A Clew. It’s like they knew I was coming aboard.

“Knot A Clew”… I’m sure they named it after me. This should totally be my boat.

I don’t even need to make this stuff up, it just finds me. Like flies find fly paper.

“Not a clue” is the theme of my life, particularly when it comes to dating. Thankfully, this wasn’t a date.

Probably one of the better photos I’ve taken in a while – or will take for another long while. So much for that photography class in college. I knew that “B” was generous.

Two friends own this aptly named sailboat. They’ve just started a blog about their misadventures with the boat, The Misadventures of the SV Knot a Clew. Considering some of the hilarious stories they’ve already told me, it’s sure to be a funny blog. Plus, they use real cameras so their photos will be better than mine.

Setting Sail for San Jose Island

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Rockin' in Rockport, Texas

Thought long and hard about that catchy title, I did.

Welcome to Rockport, Texas!

Rockport, Texas is one of the most beautiful places I’ve yet seen on my travels. That short list includes the Grand Canyon’s North Rim, and Monterey, California. It’s full of palm and oak trees, and bordered by miles of coastline. It’s one of the top fishing and birdwatching places in the nation.

There are more linear feet of fishing piers than sidewalks in Rockport.

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Capitola Begonia Festival is Live Blogging FAIL #2

Capitola Begonia Festival 2010. Outlaw 36 Gang's Octopus's Garden.

Capitola Begonia Festival 2010. Outlaw 36 Gang's Octopus's Garden took third place. (photo courtesy of/borrowed from The Santa Cruz Sentinel.)

What is it with me and these Live Blogging fails?? Seriously.

I don’t claim to be a techno genius, but it shouldn’t be this hard. Twitter hates me. That’s all I can think of.

Or, my unicorn force field has disturbed the ability of my technology to function correctly.

Crap.

Well, on with the AWESOMENESS that was to be my live blog from the Capitola Begonia Festival.

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An Exploration of the Senses

From Bixby Bridge in Big Sur

Car Shows, Riding on a Harley, Fried Artichokes, and fresh, hot Cinnamon Rolls! What an amazing weekend it’s been! I’ve been out showing my friend from Meeneesooota the sights and it’s been an tour of the senses.

That’s partly why I haven’t been around much. Like anyone’s noticed. (I can’t yet tell you all the other reason just yet, but will tell you all as soon as I can. And I promise you’ll love it! ‘Cept for maybe my parents. But they’ve got to be use to me by now.)

It is truly a delight to show someone the sights who has the ability to let their inner child out, experiencing the world with that same sense of wonder and appreciation. He was amazed by the beauty of the Big Sur, California coast, and let himself express it and immerse himself in it. That’s the part most people seem to find hard to do. For me it comes naturally. Probably because I’ve never

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The Anniversary of My 27th Birthday, Council Chambers in the Toilet, and More Pigeon Porn

Pigeons are doing it everywhere I go.

For the Anniversary of my 27th Birthday, I had plans for a lovely three-day weekend: A trip on a boat, a massage and dinner with a friend and, most especially, birthday nookie.

Birthday nookie is important. Everyone should get birthday nookie.

It should be a requirement. It is if you’re with me.

My birthday, your birthday, New Year’s Eve, Valentine’s Day, Arbor Day…

Any day that ends in “y”.

Moving on…

I’m sorry to say all the plans fell through. No massage, no boat ride. *sigh*

No birthday nookie!

But I had a backup plan: Beach party, and bonfire with friends and smores. I love smores.

Almost as much as birthday nookie.

Those plans fell through, too. (Boring, uninteresting story or I would totally tell you.)

I didn’t get smores. *sniff*

No birthday nookie, no smores. (the hell?!)

I had an absolutely lovely day, nonetheless. Wherever I am is where the party is.

First I stopped at the Capitola City Council Chambers. They were in the toilet….

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My First Brush With The Law

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When Lost in the Crenshaw District of L.A., Sacrifice The Blond

Jessica Lang in King Kong 1976

In an effort to end my, shall we say discomfort, Kahlil decides to speed up this catastrophe and ask directions from SOME RANDOM SHIFTLESS PERSON standing on the street corner. But not just any corner – Kahlil chooses the corner on my side of the car. I’d like to know what’s wrong with his side of the bulletproof car? Oh, that’s right: Sacrifice the blond. That’s what they always do in the movies. . . . → But wait, there’s more! : When Lost in the Crenshaw District of L.A., Sacrifice The Blond

Flirting with Disaster: Dating Exiled Afghani Royalty

A random medalion - not Kahlil's.

I asked, “What’s up with the window?”, pinching the 3/4-inch-thick glass between my finger and thumb. Kahlil (with an accent), very matter-of-fact, “The Mercedes is bullet proof. The doors are also reinforced. My family sends me one every year.” Me, “Oh.” (Obviously, he was dating me for my razor-sharp wit.) . . . → But wait, there’s more! : Flirting with Disaster: Dating Exiled Afghani Royalty