Shiver Me Timbers
Jul. 30th, 2006 08:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leynosOn the morning of the second day of sailing lessons, we received a received little lecture on how to parse the Met Office weather forecasts. In a funky RFC kinda way, there actually exist standard definitions for words like "soon," "occasionally," and "mild." Now I should be able to garner useful information from the BBC Shipping Forecast. In theory anyway. They also explained how pressure systems work.
After that, we took the boats out and practiced coming to berth from and against the wind. Thankfully, this didn't result in any major incidents.
Following lunch, we went through sailing round a triangular course. What this entails, is sailing downwind, beating upwind (in a zigzag course), adjusting the sails to suit the direction of course, and jibing (turning across the wind while its to your back). So, pretty much everything then.
Under the supervision of the instructor, I conducted two perfect laps, so I was feeling quite ready to take on the course unassisted. Of course, the minute the instructor left the boat, I went to pieces. "Um, why is the boat moving sideways?!?" My crew shouting orders at me didn't help much either. (Shouldn't it be the other way round?) I got it eventually though, and by the time we were told to head back in, we had all sailed a few perfect laps unsupervised.
I felt a bit out of place over the weekend tho. Everyone on the course seemed to be in their mid-thirties and employed as high skill-professionals or managers. I don't like to think of my job as defining me, but in the real world, that seems to be the first thing people look at, unfortunately.
One more weekend to go. I wonder what it will bring.
~
It's not every day that you get to see a window into the inner workings of fate. Everyone knows of friendships that have come about through a chance meeting dependent on a hundred or more disparate factors. By chorally, a million "could have beens" pass us by every day. You accept a lift off of a classmate. As you drive past the bus stop you would have waited at, there is standing the girl who smiled at you earlier and you smiled back at. Of course, nothing would have happened. But it's nice to dream.
~
The itamae at Sushiya seems to get better at his craft every time I visit. I tasted the most divine of unagi and sea bass nigiris today. Bonsai and Izzi just can't hold a candle.
~
I now have LocoRoco for the PSP.
After that, we took the boats out and practiced coming to berth from and against the wind. Thankfully, this didn't result in any major incidents.
Following lunch, we went through sailing round a triangular course. What this entails, is sailing downwind, beating upwind (in a zigzag course), adjusting the sails to suit the direction of course, and jibing (turning across the wind while its to your back). So, pretty much everything then.
Under the supervision of the instructor, I conducted two perfect laps, so I was feeling quite ready to take on the course unassisted. Of course, the minute the instructor left the boat, I went to pieces. "Um, why is the boat moving sideways?!?" My crew shouting orders at me didn't help much either. (Shouldn't it be the other way round?) I got it eventually though, and by the time we were told to head back in, we had all sailed a few perfect laps unsupervised.
I felt a bit out of place over the weekend tho. Everyone on the course seemed to be in their mid-thirties and employed as high skill-professionals or managers. I don't like to think of my job as defining me, but in the real world, that seems to be the first thing people look at, unfortunately.
One more weekend to go. I wonder what it will bring.
~
It's not every day that you get to see a window into the inner workings of fate. Everyone knows of friendships that have come about through a chance meeting dependent on a hundred or more disparate factors. By chorally, a million "could have beens" pass us by every day. You accept a lift off of a classmate. As you drive past the bus stop you would have waited at, there is standing the girl who smiled at you earlier and you smiled back at. Of course, nothing would have happened. But it's nice to dream.
~
The itamae at Sushiya seems to get better at his craft every time I visit. I tasted the most divine of unagi and sea bass nigiris today. Bonsai and Izzi just can't hold a candle.
~
I now have LocoRoco for the PSP.
