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I haven't heard of this type of cruise before, if it is in real then i would like to go for it. It will be very adventurous and even i want to know that how this experience will be, I have some friend

Translation ... "Sorry dude, no names and/or locations because I made it all up."   Reality ... Reid "supporters" rise up in direct opposition of "rabidity" of Reid bashers.   For instance, look a

Why is it that you demand that other people prove their assertions to your satisfaction while you spout oft bizarre theories that utterly defy reason and expect to be taken seriously?.   Stowe isn't

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Reading From The Book of Weed George...

Weed appeareth beforeth his disciples and sayeth-

 

"Do you really want to hurt me?

Do you really want to make me cry?"

 

Suddenly, a sea pigeon appeared,

eatting remains of a flying mahi fish

that soon bounced off the plexi bubble

en route to the Steinway deck,

only to be impaled by a drywall screw.

 

Life is indeed a circle.

 

So sayeth Yin Yang Buddah Moon.

Praise & Glory be to Gazelle

Amen.

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Reading From The Book of Weed George...

Weed appeareth beforeth his disciples and sayeth-

 

"Do you really want to hurt me?

Do you really want to make me cry?"

 

Suddenly, a sea pigeon appeared,

eatting remains of a flying mahi fish

that soon bounced off the plexi bubble

en route to the Steinway deck,

only to be impaled by a drywall screw.

 

Life is indeed a circle.

 

So sayeth Yin Yang Buddah Moon.

Praise & Glory be to Gazelle

Amen.

 

Counting my Rosary beads.....

 

 

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The Empire of Stowedonia got me thinking. If Reid & Company want to secure his economic future, then all they gotz to do is anchor in international waters and start the Stowetribecasino. THE ONLY FLOATING CASINO WITHOUT MOB INVOLVEMENT. No payoffs to organized crime or the federal government- I repeat myself.

 

Thar's blackjack on the backdeck, bathrooms on the poopdeck, and slots on the rear quarter. Step right up ladies and gents. He'll even fly an SA flag upon request. Like they say, Love (Boat) makes the world go round.

 

 

 

Kill this thread.

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Kill this thread.

 

wag, you're positivly fkn schizo. you parody along but want to close the thread

how can we learn from your wisdom without the soapbox?

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The Empire of Stowedonia got me thinking. If Reid & Company want to secure his economic future, then all they gotz to do is anchor in international waters and start the Stowetribecasino. THE ONLY FLOATING CASINO WITHOUT MOB INVOLVEMENT. No payoffs to organized crime or the federal government- I repeat myself.

 

Thar's blackjack on the backdeck, bathrooms on the poopdeck, and slots on the rear quarter. Step right up ladies and gents. He'll even fly an SA flag upon request. Like they say, Love (Boat) makes the world go round.

 

 

 

Kill this thread.

 

 

Kill yourself, and put us out of your misery.

 

 

One brown nosing asshole calls me schizo and the other tells me to kill meself. Fuck 'em both. Do the world a favor and kill this stinkin fuckin insane thread.

 

 

Rag is going sailing. Wipe that.

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Rag seems an appropriate new moniker since you've become such a whining twat.

not sure who you think i'm brown nosing here but you've got yours wedged up weidys' butt pretty good.

have a great sail Rag, you need the therapy badly.

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this willend with:

 

RW rendezvousing with RS to save the precious artworks.

RW returning to the lost hovian tribes with the 15 commandments.

Darshen discovering the lost chronicles of nincompoopia washed up on a beach and

The executors of RW'S estate finding the secret Stowe diaries in his loft and

the announcement of the death of RS lost at sea and

the doubling of value of RS artworks to an average price of 20 cents each and

RD posting on this site, a video of RS walking away from the back of the coroner's van.

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Just noticed the new posting they have on their site: Important events of the trip so far. I'm still in wonderment that he managed to get rolled over on the exact date (in his mind) that he equalled Jon Sanders record. Cheeze, he keeps forgetting that he blew it when he had to drop Soy off and should have started the count all over again. D-day minus 306 and counting, WEid and/or MC.

 

1000 DAYS SO FAR - KEY SAIL DATES

Friday, 13 February 2009

1000 DAYS AT A GLANCE, or key dates in the sail and story thus far: (hyperlink brings you to the blog for that day.)

 

 

Day L(LAUNCH)-225: September, 2007 - Reid and Soanya go off shore power.

 

Day L-88: January 14, 2007 - Mission and Planned Path Announcement.

 

Day L-43: March 9, 2007 - A Voyage of the Heart.

 

Day L-38: March 14, 2007 - The Long Voyage and records.

 

Day L-18: April 3, 2007 - Mars Analogies: Dennis Chamberland quotes.

 

 

 

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LAUNCH - 4/21/07 - Reid and Soanya depart terra firma on the Schooner Anne from Hoboken, NJ.

 

Day 1 - 4/22/07 - First day at sea.

 

 

 

 

 

Day 4 - 4/25/07 - Navy re-routes the Anne to a more southerly course due to military testing.

 

Day 15 - 5/6/07 - Collision with a freighter. The Anne starts to drift for a month while Reid cuts the bowsprit and rigging and re-cuts sails to fit the new 3-foot bowsprit.

 

Day 16 - 5/7/07 - Bowsprit work begins.

 

Day 21 - 5/13-07 - Bowsprit work: the heavy labor.

 

Day 34 - 5/25/07 - Bowsprit repair continues, two sails out of four are now able to be used.

 

Day 40 - 6/1/07 - Three out of four sails are up and propelling the schooner forward.

 

Day 45 - 6/6/07 - R + S catch their first mahi-mahi.

 

Day 68- 6/29/07 - Giving thanks to Doyle Sails.

 

Day 74 - 7/5/07 - Thanks to Axis Global.

 

Day 75 - 7/6/07 - First bottom cleaning.

 

Day 90 - 7/21/07 - Crossed the equator into the South Atlantic.

 

Day 100 - 7/31/07 - Day 100!

 

Day 140 - 9/9/07 - Soanya paints repaired bowsprit.

 

Day 193 - 11/3/07 - Second bottom cleaning.

Somewhere around here Soy gets preggers

Day 200 - 11/8/07 - Day 200.

 

Day 226 - 12/4/07 - Entering the Roaring 40's. Soanya is nauseous to the point of being bed-ridden.

 

Day 237 - 12/15/07 - Past the Cape of Good Hope.

 

Day 248 - 12/26/07 - Soanya realizes she must leave, but there is no land nearby. The next port will have to be in Australia, what should have been one month away due to gales was two months away.

 

Day 276 - 1/23/08 - Optima battery check.

 

Day 300 - 2/16/08 - The mainsail blows out for the first time. Will Reid and Soanya be able to make the rendezvous off the coast of West Australia?

 

Day 306 - 2/22/08 - Soanya is safely transferred to land. The manager of the Royal Perth Yacht club, Stuart Walton, came out in his motor boat 11 miles offshore of Perth, Australia to make the rendezvous. They would have done it out of sight of land, but the night before a gale blew and the waves were rough and choppy, less than ideal to go boat hopping in deep waters. That was the first time either Reid or Soanya had seen land in ten months.

 

Reid and Soanya claim the following records:

 

1) Longest man and woman non-stop sea voyage.

2) Longest time for a female out at sea non-stop.

 

Day 340 - 3/27/08 - Reid passes under Tasmania, he is now sewing torn sails after torn sail and will do so for the rest of the 1000 days.

 

Day 365 - 4/21/08 - One year at sea!

 

Day 400 - 5/25/08 - Day 400.

 

Day 452 - 7/16/08 - Soanya gives birth to a son back in New York City. Reid is in the eastern Pacific.

 

Day 455 - 7/19/08 - Desalinator fails. Reid hasn't caught a good rain in months and had started using the desalinator to compliment his water stores. Now he has to make do with one gallon of water per day and hope that "catchable" rain falls sometime soon.

 

Day 475 - 8/10/08 - It finally rains enough to fill all the tanks and Reid now has enough water for at least nine months.

 

Day 500 - 9/5/08 - Halfway there! And still going.

 

Day 530 - 10/5/08 - Reid completes a conceptual drawing of a whale with the course that he sailed in the Pacific Ocean. The drawing began unintentionally.

 

Day 592 - 12/4/08 - Third bottom cleaning of the Anne.

 

Day 600 - 12/12/08 - Headed for the Southern Ocean again.

 

Day 638 - 1/19/09 - Reid rounds Cape Horn.

 

Day 658 - 2/8/09 - Rogue Wave and Capsize. Reid begins the chase for the longest continuous solo sea voyage in history without resupply.

 

Day 678 - 3/1/09 - "Moon, Mars and Humankind". The skipper discusses some of the inspiration for his voyages.

 

Day 702 - 3/23/09 - 700+ days nonstop at sea. A "day in the life": On day 702, Reid discusses his daily routine.

 

Day 703 - 3/26/09 - The Anne completes her first circumnavigation.

 

Day 715 - 4/7/09 - Reid and Soanya's participate in the CONTACT Space conference on spacetravel and psychology.

 

Day 747 - 5/9/09 - Thanks to Yoga.

 

Day 749 - 5/11/09 - Oceanic Heart. The Anne completes a path of a heart on the ocean, dedicated to Soanya.

 

Day 750 - 5/12/09 - Three-quarters of the way to 1000 days! On Day 751, Reid discusses what's next after the Heart, and starts to head to the Equator to catch more rainwater.

 

Day 775 - 6/6/09 - Equatorial Lunch. at the Equator, food supply is holding out well at day 775.

 

Day 800 - 7/1/09 - 800 days straight nonstop at sea: 1005 days off of shore power, the Anne and it's skipper still fare well!

 

Day 801 - 7/2/09 - "Pop Exploration" : The skipper discusses modern explorers with vision.

 

Day 807 - 7/8/09 - Roller furling sail gives out.

 

Day 815 - 7/16/09 - Motor room floods: propshaft stuffing is serviced.

 

Day 828- 7/29/09 - "God is in every direction"

 

Day 832 - 8/2/09 - "Zen Sailing"

 

Day 844 - 8/14/09 - Roller furling sail and rigging converted into a hank jib.

 

Day 850 - 8/20/09 - 850 days nonstop at sea.

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Just noticed the new posting they have on their site: Important events of the trip so far. I'm still in wonderment that he managed to get rolled over on the exact date (in his mind) that he equalled Jon Sanders record. Cheeze, he keeps forgetting that he blew it when he had to drop Soy off and should have started the count all over again. D-day minus 306 and counting, WEid and/or MC.

 

1000 DAYS SO FAR - KEY SAIL DATES

Friday, 13 February 2009

1000 DAYS AT A GLANCE, or key dates in the sail and story thus far: (hyperlink brings you to the blog for that day.)

 

 

Day L(LAUNCH)-225: September, 2007 - Reid and Soanya go off shore power.

 

Day L-88: January 14, 2007 - Mission and Planned Path Announcement.

 

Day L-43: March 9, 2007 - A Voyage of the Heart.

 

Day L-38: March 14, 2007 - The Long Voyage and records.

 

Day L-18: April 3, 2007 - Mars Analogies: Dennis Chamberland quotes.

 

 

 

*****************************************************************************

 

 

LAUNCH - 4/21/07 - Reid and Soanya depart terra firma on the Schooner Anne from Hoboken, NJ.

 

Day 1 - 4/22/07 - First day at sea.

 

 

 

 

 

Day 4 - 4/25/07 - Navy re-routes the Anne to a more southerly course due to military testing.

 

Day 15 - 5/6/07 - Collision with a freighter. The Anne starts to drift for a month while Reid cuts the bowsprit and rigging and re-cuts sails to fit the new 3-foot bowsprit.

 

Day 16 - 5/7/07 - Bowsprit work begins.

 

Day 21 - 5/13-07 - Bowsprit work: the heavy labor.

 

Day 34 - 5/25/07 - Bowsprit repair continues, two sails out of four are now able to be used.

 

Day 40 - 6/1/07 - Three out of four sails are up and propelling the schooner forward.

 

Day 45 - 6/6/07 - R + S catch their first mahi-mahi.

 

Day 68- 6/29/07 - Giving thanks to Doyle Sails.

 

Day 74 - 7/5/07 - Thanks to Axis Global.

 

Day 75 - 7/6/07 - First bottom cleaning.

 

Day 90 - 7/21/07 - Crossed the equator into the South Atlantic.

 

Day 100 - 7/31/07 - Day 100!

 

Day 140 - 9/9/07 - Soanya paints repaired bowsprit.

 

Day 193 - 11/3/07 - Second bottom cleaning.

Somewhere around here Soy gets preggers

Day 200 - 11/8/07 - Day 200.

 

Day 226 - 12/4/07 - Entering the Roaring 40's. Soanya is nauseous to the point of being bed-ridden.

 

Day 237 - 12/15/07 - Past the Cape of Good Hope.

 

Day 248 - 12/26/07 - Soanya realizes she must leave, but there is no land nearby. The next port will have to be in Australia, what should have been one month away due to gales was two months away.

 

Day 276 - 1/23/08 - Optima battery check.

 

Day 300 - 2/16/08 - The mainsail blows out for the first time. Will Reid and Soanya be able to make the rendezvous off the coast of West Australia?

 

Day 306 - 2/22/08 - Soanya is safely transferred to land. The manager of the Royal Perth Yacht club, Stuart Walton, came out in his motor boat 11 miles offshore of Perth, Australia to make the rendezvous. They would have done it out of sight of land, but the night before a gale blew and the waves were rough and choppy, less than ideal to go boat hopping in deep waters. That was the first time either Reid or Soanya had seen land in ten months.

 

Reid and Soanya claim the following records:

 

1) Longest man and woman non-stop sea voyage.

2) Longest time for a female out at sea non-stop.

 

Day 340 - 3/27/08 - Reid passes under Tasmania, he is now sewing torn sails after torn sail and will do so for the rest of the 1000 days.

 

Day 365 - 4/21/08 - One year at sea!

 

Day 400 - 5/25/08 - Day 400.

 

Day 452 - 7/16/08 - Soanya gives birth to a son back in New York City. Reid is in the eastern Pacific.

 

Day 455 - 7/19/08 - Desalinator fails. Reid hasn't caught a good rain in months and had started using the desalinator to compliment his water stores. Now he has to make do with one gallon of water per day and hope that "catchable" rain falls sometime soon.

 

Day 475 - 8/10/08 - It finally rains enough to fill all the tanks and Reid now has enough water for at least nine months.

 

Day 500 - 9/5/08 - Halfway there! And still going.

 

Day 530 - 10/5/08 - Reid completes a conceptual drawing of a whale with the course that he sailed in the Pacific Ocean. The drawing began unintentionally.

 

Day 592 - 12/4/08 - Third bottom cleaning of the Anne.

 

Day 600 - 12/12/08 - Headed for the Southern Ocean again.

 

Day 638 - 1/19/09 - Reid rounds Cape Horn.

 

Day 658 - 2/8/09 - Rogue Wave and Capsize. Reid begins the chase for the longest continuous solo sea voyage in history without resupply.

 

Day 678 - 3/1/09 - "Moon, Mars and Humankind". The skipper discusses some of the inspiration for his voyages.

 

Day 702 - 3/23/09 - 700+ days nonstop at sea. A "day in the life": On day 702, Reid discusses his daily routine.

 

Day 703 - 3/26/09 - The Anne completes her first circumnavigation.

 

Day 715 - 4/7/09 - Reid and Soanya's participate in the CONTACT Space conference on spacetravel and psychology.

 

Day 747 - 5/9/09 - Thanks to Yoga.

 

Day 749 - 5/11/09 - Oceanic Heart. The Anne completes a path of a heart on the ocean, dedicated to Soanya.

 

Day 750 - 5/12/09 - Three-quarters of the way to 1000 days! On Day 751, Reid discusses what's next after the Heart, and starts to head to the Equator to catch more rainwater.

 

Day 775 - 6/6/09 - Equatorial Lunch. at the Equator, food supply is holding out well at day 775.

 

Day 800 - 7/1/09 - 800 days straight nonstop at sea: 1005 days off of shore power, the Anne and it's skipper still fare well!

 

Day 801 - 7/2/09 - "Pop Exploration" : The skipper discusses modern explorers with vision.

 

Day 807 - 7/8/09 - Roller furling sail gives out.

 

Day 815 - 7/16/09 - Motor room floods: propshaft stuffing is serviced.

 

Day 828- 7/29/09 - "God is in every direction"

 

Day 832 - 8/2/09 - "Zen Sailing"

 

Day 844 - 8/14/09 - Roller furling sail and rigging converted into a hank jib.

 

Day 850 - 8/20/09 - 850 days nonstop at sea.

 

 

thank you ac, just quoting for deletion proofing

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frigging woofsey screwed things up! He had back-to-back comments near the bottom of page 250 and now they aren't there. We wanted the top of the page to be special, and an Elle dedication was so fitting...now you ruined it. Are you sure you aren't gouv, woofsey?

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Been away at a regatta, missed this:

 

“Now we were sailing together on our way from Troy, the son of Atreus and I, in all friendship; but when we came to holy Sunium, the cape of Athens, there

 

Phoebus Apollo [280] assailed with his gentle1 shafts and slew the helmsman of Menelaus, as he held in his hands the steering-oar of the speeding ship, even

 

Phrontis, son of Onetor, who excelled the tribes of men in piloting a ship when the storm winds blow strong. So Menelaus tarried there, though eager for his

 

journey, [285] that he might bury his comrade and over him pay funeral rites. But when he in his turn, as he passed over the wine-dark sea in the hollow ships,

 

reached in swift course the steep height of Malea, then verily Zeus, whose voice is borne afar, planned for him a hateful path and poured upon him the blasts of

 

shrill winds, [290] and the waves were swollen to huge size, like unto mountains. Then, parting his ships in twain, he brought some to Crete, where the

 

 

Cydonians dwelt about the streams of Iardanus. Now there is a smooth cliff, sheer towards the sea, on the border of Gortyn in the misty deep, [295] where the

 

Southwest Wind drives the great wave against the headland on the left toward Phaestus, and a little rock holds back a great wave. Thither came some of his

 

ships, and the men with much ado escaped destruction, howbeit the ships the waves dashed to pieces against the reef. But the five other dark-prowed ships

 

[300] the wind, as it bore them, and the wave brought to Egypt. So he was wandering there with his ships among men of strange speech, gathering much

 

livelihood and gold; but meanwhile Aegisthus devised this woeful work at home. [305] Seven years he reigned over Mycenae, rich in gold, after slaying the son

 

 

of Atreus, and the people were subdued under him; but in the eighth came as his bane the goodly Orestes back from Athens, and slew his father's murderer,

 

 

[310] the guileful Aegisthus, for that he had slain his glorious father. Now when he had slain him, he made a funeral feast for the Argives over his hateful

 

mother and the craven Aegisthus; and on the self-same day there came to him Menelaus, good at the war-cry, bringing much treasure, even all the burden that

 

his ships could bear. “So do not thou, my friend, wander long far from home, leaving thy wealth behind thee and men in thy house [315] so insolent, lest they

 

divide and devour all thy wealth, and thou shalt have gone on a fruitless journey. But to Menelaus I bid and command thee to go, for he has but lately come

 

from a strange land, from a folk whence no one would hope in his heart [320] to return, whom the storms had once driven astray into a sea so great, whence

 

the very birds do not fare in the space of a year, so great is it and terrible. But now go thy way with thy ship and thy comrades, or, if thou wilt go by land, here

 

are chariot and horses at hand for thee, [325] and here at thy service are my sons, who will be thy guides to goodly Lacedaemon, where lives fair-haired

 

Menelaus. And do thou beseech him thyself that he may tell thee the very truth. A lie will be not utter, for he is wise indeed.”

 

 

 

So he spoke, and the sun set, and darkness came on. [330] Then among them spoke the goddess, flashing-eyed Athena: “Old man, of a truth thou hast told

 

this tale aright. But come, cut out the tongues of the victims and mix the wine, that when we have poured libations to Poseidon and the other immortals, we

 

may bethink us of sleep; for it is the time thereto. [335] Even now has the light gone down beneath the darkness, and it is not fitting to sit long at the feast of

 

the gods, but to go our way.” So spoke the daughter of Zeus, and they hearkenened to her voice. Heralds poured water over their hands, and youths filled the

 

bowls brim full of drink, [340] and served out to all, pouring first drops for libation into the cups. Then they cast the tongues upon the fire, and, rising up,

 

poured libations upon them. But when they had poured libations and had drunk to their heart's content, then verily Athena and godlike Telemachus were both

 

fain to return to the hollow ship; [345] but Nestor on his part sought to stay them, and he spoke to them, saying: “This may Zeus forbid, and the other immortal

 

gods, that ye should go from my house to your swift ship as from one utterly without raiment and poor, who has not cloaks and blankets in plenty in his house,

 

[350] whereon both he and his guests may sleep softly. Nay, in my house there are cloaks and fair blankets. Never surely shall the dear son of this man

 

Odysseus lie down upon the deck of a ship, while I yet live and children after me are left in my halls [355] to entertain strangers, even whosoever shall come to

 

my house.” Then the goddess, flashing-eyed Athena, answered him: “Well indeed hast thou spoken in this, old friend, and it were fitting for Telemachus to

 

hearken to thee, since it is far better thus. But while he shall now follow with thee, that he may sleep [360] in thy halls, I for my part will go to the black ship,

 

that I may hearten my comrades and tell them all. For alone among them I declare that I am an older man; the others are younger who follow in friendship, all

 

of them of like age with great-hearted Telemachus. [365] There will I lay me down by the hollow black ship this night, but in the morning I will go to the great-

 

hearted Cauconians, where a debt is owing to me, in no wise new or small. But do thou send this man on his way with a chariot and with thy son, since he has

 

come to thy house, and give him horses, [370] the fleetest thou host in running and the best in strength.”

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Reid, they are not killing this thread. It brings too many to this site. Even if they do, you're still killing it!!! There are a few posters that they ought to kill but the thread will LIVE!!!!!!

Seriously people, you got to give it to Reid for being at sea for 860 days!!!!!! A feat no human has ever done!!! :rolleyes::P

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Flashback:

The Schooner Anne Redoubled

by Reid Stowe

Last month as some of you may remember— Lee Klein. Lee Klein wrote an article about his mini-adventure "Aboard the Schooner Anne," which I appreciated because his numerous exaggerations stretched the truth into myth. As I left the magazine open on my table, my page looked like an introduction to the porn section theme of that issue. It could have been a good forward if I had told Lee how at 19 I had an ecstatic vision of Tantra and learned to make love to the Goddess. I might have been able to frame the porn information with ecstasy and prolonged the pleasure through the flesh into an experience of cosmic sexuality. Thanks to a chance meeting with this magazine editor, Abraham Lubeiski, the opportunity arrived. He said, "Go for it. If you finish in a few days, I’ll give you a two page spread in the next issue." Speaking of spread, I worship the Goddess with her legs wide open as the genitrix of all things… as I sail naked with no motor, radio or electronics, one hand praying, and the other clutching my old brass sex-tant…into her womb and out into the universe.

That was back in 1972 when I finished building my first boat Tantra, weighing in at 1,400 lbs., the smallest boat to cross the Atlantic Ocean twice. Before I left, I thought about what I could do to insure my survival. As a child I realized my art empowered me, by the time I was twenty I had a magical formula I was willing to risk my life on. I made figure heads for the bow of each hull of my catamaran and saw the spirit of all the dragons and "eyes" of ancient history entering into them. I’ll have to take one step back to explain how this endeavor evolved. When I sailed the South Pacific as a teenager I met Bernard Moitessier, the first man to sail non-stop around the world. He and his ocean voyaging apprentice, Ivo Van Laake, taught me the finer points and gave me The Tibetan Book of the Dead. I sat in the lotus, held my breath, pounded my chest, bounced my butt off the deck and roared like a lion until the white light rose up my spine and lifted me out of my body. Ivo and I became artist/yogin partners as we painted and sculpted for two years twice across the Atlantic and up the Amazon River. He went to Bolivia while I returned to the mouth of the Amazon River where I took delivery of another yacht up to the Caribbean. I had more out of the body experiences when pirates captured us and tied us up for three days. We got away and sailed up to Martinique, leaving the Tantra anchored in the pirates’ jungle lair. I turned twenty-two wondering what to do with my life. The pirates didn’t know what to do with the boat or my mystical paintings... Buddha’s and their consorts making love with their chakras connected—the aides to my meditation. Four months later I went back to the Amazon and rescued my boat. This is all documented thanks to my Mom telling the press. My brother, Bobby, and I sailed back home to our family beach cottage in North Carolina with a plan to build the ultimate long distance heavy weather sailboat.

In a few years we were sailing the Tantra Schooner "Anne" (named after my Mom) around the world hauling cargo and chartering. The Atlantic loomed as the ultimate sailing challenge and I headed in the direction. I wanted more than just a sailing voyage, so in 1986 I organized the first Arts and Cultural Expedition to the Seventh Continent. We were six men, two women, five nationalities, artists, musicians, comedians, outlaws and more than just surviving in the world’s harshest environment, we created art for traveling shows to the different bases complete with music and comedy acts. The crew was so in awe that they believed we should leave the continent pristine and undisturbed. I didn’t agree and created a massive painting on five whale oil storage drums. I used a roller on a bamboo pole to paint five thirty-foot high faces and hands holding candles. From the captain’s log February 5, 1987, "my paintings created a small mutiny among the crew. The faces are alive and more powerful than expected. The crew has more surprises coming. Wait until the see my other projects. I set up mirrors to reflect the sun and burn patterns into the glaciers. The Antarctic is now graced with earthworks, alignments, observatories, wishing wells, mazes for wondering, shrines, ritual areas and future launching pads. One penguin rookery is set up such that when the penguins come out of the water they have to walk in rows and converge in front of a penguin God.

During the eighties and early nineties I kept a loft in SoHo and produced a lot of work while participating in the art scene. Jean Michael Bosquiat painted a life-sized portrait of me with my name over my head like a crown and gave it to me. I came and went from the schooner as I voyaged around the world and promoted my project of "1,000 days Non-Stop at Sea."

In 1990 I published an article "Seafarers of Today Provide a Role Model for Spacefarers of Tomorrow" in which I promoted "1,000 Days Non-Stop at Sea" as a space analogous expedition that would contribute to the knowledge of human behavior relevant to humans traveling into space. I tried to get NASA’s sponsorship, but only got letters of endorsement… "The expedition has potential to contribute beneficial information in several areas... We look forward to future discussions concerning potential areas of mutually beneficial cooperation with "1000 Days Non-Stop at Sea" as the objectives configuration and time frame for the project are further defined". William Smith, Director Exploration Technology.

Voyaging partner Laurence Guillem and I have transformed sailing’s formula– go from A to B as quickly as possible, into a conceptual time span. We went to sea for "100 Days out of site of land". A year later we went back to sea for 200 days on a voyage titled "Odyssey of the Sea Turtle", during which we drew a Sea Turtle around the South Atlantic Ocean with the course we sailed. It was the longest non-stop man and women sailing voyage creating continental sized art meant to be an antidote for our speed obsessed society.

Now once again I am alone as I was in my youth when sailing solo was my rite of passage initiation into the realm of the spirit shaman. As I prepare to depart the terra firma longer than any humans have before, I often wonder who is the couple famous for contributing to the evolution of mankind? I aspire to bring a woman with me if it is her desire to momentarily leave the material world behind and call on all her higher abilities to take a voyage beyond human experience into the white light. My resolve to go with a woman or without has to be equal. What if she can’t keep going? We all know we have to make our great transition alone, or do we? The goddess I see is always with me, beautiful, loving and beckoning me and I’m always smiling, eyes open and ready. I (or we?) are planning departure from out berth on W. 23rd Street in late fall.

reidstowe@yahoo.com

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Flashback:

The Schooner Anne Redoubled

by Reid Stowe

Last month as some of you may remember— Lee Klein. Lee Klein wrote an article about his mini-adventure "Aboard the Schooner Anne," which I appreciated because his numerous exaggerations stretched the truth into myth. As I left the magazine open on my table, my page looked like an introduction to the porn section theme of that issue. It could have been a good forward if I had told Lee how at 19 I had an ecstatic vision of Tantra and learned to make love to the Goddess. I might have been able to frame the porn information with ecstasy and prolonged the pleasure through the flesh into an experience of cosmic sexuality. Thanks to a chance meeting with this magazine editor, Abraham Lubeiski, the opportunity arrived. He said, "Go for it. If you finish in a few days, I'll give you a two page spread in the next issue." Speaking of spread, I worship the Goddess with her legs wide open as the genitrix of all things… as I sail naked with no motor, radio or electronics, one hand praying, and the other clutching my old brass sex-tant…into her womb and out into the universe.

That was back in 1972 when I finished building my first boat Tantra, weighing in at 1,400 lbs., the smallest boat to cross the Atlantic Ocean twice. Before I left, I thought about what I could do to insure my survival. As a child I realized my art empowered me, by the time I was twenty I had a magical formula I was willing to risk my life on. I made figure heads for the bow of each hull of my catamaran and saw the spirit of all the dragons and "eyes" of ancient history entering into them. I'll have to take one step back to explain how this endeavor evolved. When I sailed the South Pacific as a teenager I met Bernard Moitessier, the first man to sail non-stop around the world. He and his ocean voyaging apprentice, Ivo Van Laake, taught me the finer points and gave me The Tibetan Book of the Dead. I sat in the lotus, held my breath, pounded my chest, bounced my butt off the deck and roared like a lion until the white light rose up my spine and lifted me out of my body. Ivo and I became artist/yogin partners as we painted and sculpted for two years twice across the Atlantic and up the Amazon River. He went to Bolivia while I returned to the mouth of the Amazon River where I took delivery of another yacht up to the Caribbean. I had more out of the body experiences when pirates captured us and tied us up for three days. We got away and sailed up to Martinique, leaving the Tantra anchored in the pirates' jungle lair. I turned twenty-two wondering what to do with my life. The pirates didn't know what to do with the boat or my mystical paintings... Buddha's and their consorts making love with their chakras connected—the aides to my meditation. Four months later I went back to the Amazon and rescued my boat. This is all documented thanks to my Mom telling the press. My brother, Bobby, and I sailed back home to our family beach cottage in North Carolina with a plan to build the ultimate long distance heavy weather sailboat.

In a few years we were sailing the Tantra Schooner "Anne" (named after my Mom) around the world hauling cargo and chartering. The Atlantic loomed as the ultimate sailing challenge and I headed in the direction. I wanted more than just a sailing voyage, so in 1986 I organized the first Arts and Cultural Expedition to the Seventh Continent. We were six men, two women, five nationalities, artists, musicians, comedians, outlaws and more than just surviving in the world's harshest environment, we created art for traveling shows to the different bases complete with music and comedy acts. The crew was so in awe that they believed we should leave the continent pristine and undisturbed. I didn't agree and created a massive painting on five whale oil storage drums. I used a roller on a bamboo pole to paint five thirty-foot high faces and hands holding candles. From the captain's log February 5, 1987, "my paintings created a small mutiny among the crew. The faces are alive and more powerful than expected. The crew has more surprises coming. Wait until the see my other projects. I set up mirrors to reflect the sun and burn patterns into the glaciers. The Antarctic is now graced with earthworks, alignments, observatories, wishing wells, mazes for wondering, shrines, ritual areas and future launching pads. One penguin rookery is set up such that when the penguins come out of the water they have to walk in rows and converge in front of a penguin God.

During the eighties and early nineties I kept a loft in SoHo and produced a lot of work while participating in the art scene. Jean Michael Bosquiat painted a life-sized portrait of me with my name over my head like a crown and gave it to me. I came and went from the schooner as I voyaged around the world and promoted my project of "1,000 days Non-Stop at Sea."

In 1990 I published an article "Seafarers of Today Provide a Role Model for Spacefarers of Tomorrow" in which I promoted "1,000 Days Non-Stop at Sea" as a space analogous expedition that would contribute to the knowledge of human behavior relevant to humans traveling into space. I tried to get NASA's sponsorship, but only got letters of endorsement… "The expedition has potential to contribute beneficial information in several areas... We look forward to future discussions concerning potential areas of mutually beneficial cooperation with "1000 Days Non-Stop at Sea" as the objectives configuration and time frame for the project are further defined". William Smith, Director Exploration Technology.

Voyaging partner Laurence Guillem and I have transformed sailing's formula– go from A to B as quickly as possible, into a conceptual time span. We went to sea for "100 Days out of site of land". A year later we went back to sea for 200 days on a voyage titled "Odyssey of the Sea Turtle", during which we drew a Sea Turtle around the South Atlantic Ocean with the course we sailed. It was the longest non-stop man and women sailing voyage creating continental sized art meant to be an antidote for our speed obsessed society.

Now once again I am alone as I was in my youth when sailing solo was my rite of passage initiation into the realm of the spirit shaman. As I prepare to depart the terra firma longer than any humans have before, I often wonder who is the couple famous for contributing to the evolution of mankind? I aspire to bring a woman with me if it is her desire to momentarily leave the material world behind and call on all her higher abilities to take a voyage beyond human experience into the white light. My resolve to go with a woman or without has to be equal. What if she can't keep going? We all know we have to make our great transition alone, or do we? The goddess I see is always with me, beautiful, loving and beckoning me and I'm always smiling, eyes open and ready. I (or we?) are planning departure from out berth on W. 23rd Street in late fall.

reidstowe@yahoo.com

Reid levitating in front of his painting "I am connected to all of the women in the world"

 

Jeebus and an arm rub from Buddah, Pip, that's some fucking reading. I'll check in the AM and try.

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Just finished watching the new release "Watchmen", about all the modern self delusional heroes. Disappointing movie. It didnt mention Reid Stowe once.

Ah well, back to the free entertainment...

 

If they can put a worldwide webcam in a chicken coop in North Arizona and record thousands of hits, why is it that the charismatic Suenya cant make a dime out of her amazing horizontal 9 MONTH NANO NAP adventure ?.

We need someone to put her touch with The Wiggles....

If Jeff can make a living out of sleeping all the time, then surely the charismatic Suenya can....

"WAKE UP SUENYA ! "....

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frigging woofsey screwed things up! He had back-to-back comments near the bottom of page 250 and now they aren't there. We wanted the top of the page to be special, and an Elle dedication was so fitting...now you ruined it. Are you sure you aren't gouv, woofsey?

 

Page 250? what the hell, babe? I only came onboard this ship of bipolarism at about page 425-something.

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During the eighties and early nineties I kept a loft in SoHo and produced a lot of work while participating in the art scene. Jean Michael Bosquiat painted a life-sized portrait of me with my name over my head like a crown and gave it to me. I came and went from the schooner as I voyaged around the world and promoted my project of "1,000 days Non-Stop at Sea."

 

Sure enough, this is completely true, but it seems that Reid already sold the painting or has at least offered it for sale ...

 

http://www.christies.com/LotFinder/lot_det...bjectID=1789028

 

I'm guessing it has already sold some time ago at that price, any kind of Basquiat of that size is worth about two to four times that price.

 

I would probably trade my entire art collection (sans a few Joseph Chiang and Erik Nassinyk pieces) for a single Basquiat ...

 

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I would probably trade my entire art collection (sans a few Joseph Chiang and Erik Nassinyk pieces) for a single Basquiat ...
Deal. Picked up this gem at a recent SA estate sale....but it clashes with the yellow & red bean bag chairs in the living room, thus has to go.

 

 

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During the eighties and early nineties I kept a loft in SoHo and produced a lot of work while participating in the art scene. Jean Michael Bosquiat painted a life-sized portrait of me with my name over my head like a crown and gave it to me. I came and went from the schooner as I voyaged around the world and promoted my project of "1,000 days Non-Stop at Sea."

 

Sure enough, this is completely true, but it seems that Reid already sold the painting or has at least offered it for sale ...

 

http://www.christies.com/LotFinder/lot_det...bjectID=1789028

 

I'm guessing it has already sold some time ago at that price, any kind of Basquiat of that size is worth about two to four times that price.

 

I would probably trade my entire art collection (sans a few Joseph Chiang and Erik Nassinyk pieces) for a single Basquiat ...

 

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Alright, who has taken over Cliffy's computer? That post was brief, readable, and shed a little light on something in the thread without departing on some soporific side sojourn. :P

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Alright, who has taken over Cliffy's computer? That post was brief, readable, and shed a little light on something in the thread without departing on some soporific side sojourn. :P

 

Nobody took over my computer Tom Ray, and I am no less or more lucid than I've ever been.

 

The problem is that your growing lust for all things Macgregor 26 is starting to decay your mind to the point that you now seem to think that my own barely logical and fairly subsane rants are now making sense.

 

Nope, I'm just as unreadable, and soporific as I've always been, but you're loosing your mind dreaming about water-ballasting, easy trailer launches, one-handed mast-lowering that will allow you to sneak under all of those bridges and that puny little 50 horse that will bring you home in time to see that lovely wife of yours.

 

You've gone around the bend brother, soon enough we're going to start seeing your posts here. Isn't there anyone on this forum that can save poor Tom Ray?

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HELL YES MAN!!! :lol:

 

 

Hell yes, man! Your hero is a charlatan, con man, and grifter-drifter of the nth degree.

 

I have a flea circus in my basement that I am equally proud of. e-mail for pics and videos...

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That's a sweet shot of some beautiful bright work for the schooner Anne. I'll bet she gets more of that when she returns to port in about 140 days or so! ;)

 

 

And more of this...............

 

 

 

 

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That's a sweet shot of some beautiful bright work for the schooner Anne. I'll bet she gets more of that when she returns to port in about 140 days or so! ;)

Might as well start figuring the refit estimate

Haul & block boat- $650.00

Scrape reef from hull- $4,750

Begin monthly storage- $430.00

New bow sprit- $3,800.00 (Includes removal of broken POS)

Remove spars for refit $540.00

Refit spars- 15,800

New Standing Rigging $13,480

New running rigging $4,240

Clean bilges $3,500

Repair hull cement $45.00

Replace all thru hull fittings $2,750

Recaulk deck $4,150

Service engine & replace corroded/worn parts $1,460

Paint antifouling $2100 (includes surface prep & paint)

Replace steering quadrant $2,340

Remove rudder, replace bearings & gland $1,800

Topsides paint $450

Replace all piping $2900

Recaulk portlights $1950

Replace nav lighting/deck lighting $540

Restep spars $540

Anyway, this is a beginning list. please add other needs.

Then hit the PayPal button...

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What the hell is going on here, Wofsey? You were the great Mac defender!

 

You should be flicked anyway for deleting posts to knock Elle from her rightful 25,000th Post place at the top of the page! :angry:

 

 

Lissen up sugar pop ... I still think the Mac 26 is a decent boat for the money, I tend not to fill my days thinking about which are the correct shoes, winches, and trailerable sailboat to buy in order to fit into (in)correct society. It's funny to me how the groupthink here adopts certain conventions; Mac 26 bad, Reid Stowe buffoon ... and then anyone who doesn't fall into line is something less than human. Suddenly, good old Tom Ray, one of the strongest sticks in the pile is popping off all these purely rational and beautifully logical statements about the Mac 26, based on his real experience with sailing and selling them, rather than something burned into his brain in Room 101.

 

And as for you bizarre and twisted accusations that I have been "deleting posts to knock Elle from her rightful place at the top of the page," I can only assume you mean that bit of lycra-covered semi-porn that passes for something resembling a locker room joke with the blokes at SA.

 

To assume that I would even care who Elle is, let alone delete some of my beautiful writings in order to alter the position of these bits of eyeball sours is not to know the real me. You're off thinking Reid Stowe is the strutting cock-of-the-walk, but in fact it is me, who thinks the trivialities that I wipe on the back of a used cocktail napkin are far more worldly and meaningful than any picture of some semi-transparent boobie-covers.

 

Besides, I didn't even come to SA until about page 400-something. I wasn't around on page 250.

 

And then you put your cute little angry face, like this ... :angry:

 

Not to spill the wind from your sails there honey, but I've had women so mad at me that they've launched assorted items at me including a turkey-carving knife, a crystal alarm clock and enough cordless telephones to provide ground communication for a small army. You're going to have to do a bit better to get your attack plane onto my radar screen.

 

Anyway, you wrote that you live in Buenos Aires ... why would somone in B.A. -- surrounded by one of the most beautiful cities and cultures -- care about a forum thread?

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That's a sweet shot of some beautiful bright work for the schooner Anne. I'll bet she gets more of that when she returns to port in about 140 days or so! ;)

Might as well start figuring the refit estimate

Haul & block boat- $650.00

Scrape reef from hull- $4,750

Begin monthly storage- $430.00

New bow sprit- $3,800.00 (Includes removal of broken POS)

Remove spars for refit $540.00

Refit spars- 15,800

New Standing Rigging $13,480

New running rigging $4,240

Clean bilges $3,500

Repair hull cement $45.00

Replace all thru hull fittings $2,750

Recaulk deck $4,150

Service engine & replace corroded/worn parts $1,460

Paint antifouling $2100 (includes surface prep & paint)

Replace steering quadrant $2,340

Remove rudder, replace bearings & gland $1,800

Topsides paint $450

Replace all piping $2900

Recaulk portlights $1950

Replace nav lighting/deck lighting $540

Restep spars $540

Anyway, this is a beginning list. please add other needs.

Then hit the PayPal button...

 

Remove turds from charts, 3 years chart corrections to all. $200

Remove 240 rusty gas cylinders, dispose of thoughtfully. $500

Fumigate hold and remove cheese mould. $1000

Remove and replace poorly maintained winch. $1500

Fill and fair deranged carvings on all timber surfaces. $5000

Dry clean captains uniform for speaking tour. Priceless.

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That's a sweet shot of some beautiful bright work for the schooner Anne. I'll bet she gets more of that when she returns to port in about 140 days or so! ;)

Might as well start figuring the refit estimate

Haul & block boat- $650.00

Scrape reef from hull- $4,750

Begin monthly storage- $430.00

New bow sprit- $3,800.00 (Includes removal of broken POS)

Remove spars for refit $540.00

Refit spars- 15,800

New Standing Rigging $13,480

New running rigging $4,240

Clean bilges $3,500

Repair hull cement $45.00

Replace all thru hull fittings $2,750

Recaulk deck $4,150

Service engine & replace corroded/worn parts $1,460

Paint antifouling $2100 (includes surface prep & paint)

Replace steering quadrant $2,340

Remove rudder, replace bearings & gland $1,800

Topsides paint $450

Replace all piping $2900

Recaulk portlights $1950

Replace nav lighting/deck lighting $540

Restep spars $540

Anyway, this is a beginning list. please add other needs.

Then hit the PayPal button...

 

Remove turds from charts, 3 years chart corrections to all. $200

Remove 240 rusty gas cylinders, dispose of thoughtfully. $500

Fumigate hold and remove cheese mould. $1000

Remove and replace poorly maintained winch. $1500

Fill and fair deranged carvings on all timber surfaces. $5000

Dry clean captains uniform for speaking tour. Priceless.

 

Replace all sheets, pillows, benches, anywhere WEid has been plopping his naked, crusty ass on for 1000 days $500

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Not to spill the wind from your sails there honey, but I've had women so mad at me that they've launched assorted items at me including a turkey-carving knife, a crystal alarm clock and enough cordless telephones to provide ground communication for a small army. You're going to have to do a bit better to get your attack plane onto my radar screen.

 

Anyway, you wrote that you live in Buenos Aires ... why would somone in B.A. -- surrounded by one of the most beautiful cities and cultures -- care about a forum thread?

 

That's funny. Thanks, Mike. Package leaving tomorrow -- what's your shirt size? (hat's adjustable)

 

Pip - Nice collection of pictures. Don't know where you're getting them, just keep posting.

 

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That's funny. Thanks, Mike. Package leaving tomorrow -- what's your shirt size? (hat's adjustable)

 

I wish it were a joke. I've had to buy about twenty cordless phones over the years, they keep getting launched at my brain from across the room. And the weird part, there could be twenty different things within arm's reach to throw and they always go for the cordless phones. For some reason, the calmest, chillest dudes seem to attract women who all seem to be blood-relatives of Satan himself.

 

Shirt size: XL

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That's a sweet shot of some beautiful bright work for the schooner Anne. I'll bet she gets more of that when she returns to port in about 140 days or so! ;)

Might as well start figuring the refit estimate

Haul & block boat- $650.00

Scrape reef from hull- $4,750

Begin monthly storage- $430.00

New bow sprit- $3,800.00 (Includes removal of broken POS)

Remove spars for refit $540.00

Refit spars- 15,800

New Standing Rigging $13,480

New running rigging $4,240

Clean bilges $3,500

Repair hull cement $45.00

Replace all thru hull fittings $2,750

Recaulk deck $4,150

Service engine & replace corroded/worn parts $1,460

Paint antifouling $2100 (includes surface prep & paint)

Replace steering quadrant $2,340

Remove rudder, replace bearings & gland $1,800

Topsides paint $450

Replace all piping $2900

Recaulk portlights $1950

Replace nav lighting/deck lighting $540

Restep spars $540

Anyway, this is a beginning list. please add other needs.

Then hit the PayPal button...

 

Those prices add up to about $70K (in my head addition) and seem about half of what I'd expect to pay a full service yard.

 

Except for the $45.00 for the concrete hull repair. Spot on that number.

 

There won't even be any salvage value to the hulk. I recommend landfall on the Jersey shore. No one will notice or care and our boy can hike down the beach to Atlantic City and start another grift.

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That's funny. Thanks, Mike. Package leaving tomorrow -- what's your shirt size? (hat's adjustable)

 

I wish it were a joke. I've had to buy about twenty cordless phones over the years, they keep getting launched at my brain from across the room. And the weird part, there could be twenty different things within arm's reach to throw and they always go for the cordless phones. For some reason, the calmest, chillest dudes seem to attract women who all seem to be blood-relatives of Satan himself.

 

Shirt size: XL

 

Mike put her on the pro- tour!

 

 

 

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can you just say DUMB

 

 

I have said it twice. Dont you listen?

 

If your wife likes to throw phones, buy her one of these. You hardly feel a thing.

 

 

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This picture sums up my feelings about the whacked out nutcase on the Love Schooner Anne.

This is truly Nero fiddling while Rome burns.

Look at the terrible condition of the surrounding structure!

Yet someone is wasting time and effort on deranged carvings.

If that effort were put into proper construction, materials, maintenance, etc. every person on this forum would have far fewer negative things to say about Reid.

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This picture sums up my feelings about the whacked out nutcase on the Love Schooner Anne.

This is truly Nero fiddling while Rome burns.

Look at the terrible condition of the surrounding structure!

Yet someone is wasting time and effort on deranged carvings.

If that effort were put into proper construction, materials, maintenance, etc. every person on this forum would have far fewer negative things to say about Reid.

 

You can fix that door right up. Doesn't look like it has any rot on it. I say clean her up and put some varnish on her! :blink:

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The Schooner Anne Redoubled

by Reid Stowe

Last month as some of you may remember— Lee Klein. Lee Klein wrote an article about his mini-adventure "Aboard the Schooner Anne," which I appreciated because his numerous exaggerations stretched the truth into myth. As I left the magazine open on my table, my page looked like an introduction to the porn section theme of that issue. It could have been a good forward if I had told Lee how at 19 I had an ecstatic vision of Tantra and learned to make love to the Goddess. I might have been able to frame the porn information with ecstasy and prolonged the pleasure through the flesh into an experience of cosmic sexuality. Thanks to a chance meeting with this magazine editor, Abraham Lubeiski, the opportunity arrived. He said, "Go for it. If you finish in a few days, I'll give you a two page spread in the next issue." Speaking of spread, I worship the Goddess with her legs wide open as the genitrix of all things… as I sail naked with no motor, radio or electronics, one hand praying, and the other clutching my old brass sex-tant…into her womb and out into the universe.

That was back in 1972 when I finished building my first boat Tantra, weighing in at 1,400 lbs., the smallest boat to cross the Atlantic Ocean twice. Before I left, I thought about what I could do to insure my survival. As a child I realized my art empowered me, by the time I was twenty I had a magical formula I was willing to risk my life on. I made figure heads for the bow of each hull of my catamaran and saw the spirit of all the dragons and "eyes" of ancient history entering into them. I'll have to take one step back to explain how this endeavor evolved. When I sailed the South Pacific as a teenager I met Bernard Moitessier, the first man to sail non-stop around the world. He and his ocean voyaging apprentice, Ivo Van Laake, taught me the finer points and gave me The Tibetan Book of the Dead. I sat in the lotus, held my breath, pounded my chest, bounced my butt off the deck and roared like a lion until the white light rose up my spine and lifted me out of my body. Ivo and I became artist/yogin partners as we painted and sculpted for two years twice across the Atlantic and up the Amazon River. He went to Bolivia while I returned to the mouth of the Amazon River where I took delivery of another yacht up to the Caribbean. I had more out of the body experiences when pirates captured us and tied us up for three days. We got away and sailed up to Martinique, leaving the Tantra anchored in the pirates' jungle lair. I turned twenty-two wondering what to do with my life. The pirates didn't know what to do with the boat or my mystical paintings... Buddha's and their consorts making love with their chakras connected—the aides to my meditation. Four months later I went back to the Amazon and rescued my boat. This is all documented thanks to my Mom telling the press. My brother, Bobby, and I sailed back home to our family beach cottage in North Carolina with a plan to build the ultimate long distance heavy weather sailboat.

In a few years we were sailing the Tantra Schooner "Anne" (named after my Mom) around the world hauling cargo and chartering. The Atlantic loomed as the ultimate sailing challenge and I headed in the direction. I wanted more than just a sailing voyage, so in 1986 I organized the first Arts and Cultural Expedition to the Seventh Continent. We were six men, two women, five nationalities, artists, musicians, comedians, outlaws and more than just surviving in the world's harshest environment, we created art for traveling shows to the different bases complete with music and comedy acts. The crew was so in awe that they believed we should leave the continent pristine and undisturbed. I didn't agree and created a massive painting on five whale oil storage drums. I used a roller on a bamboo pole to paint five thirty-foot high faces and hands holding candles. From the captain's log February 5, 1987, "my paintings created a small mutiny among the crew. The faces are alive and more powerful than expected. The crew has more surprises coming. Wait until the see my other projects. I set up mirrors to reflect the sun and burn patterns into the glaciers. The Antarctic is now graced with earthworks, alignments, observatories, wishing wells, mazes for wondering, shrines, ritual areas and future launching pads. One penguin rookery is set up such that when the penguins come out of the water they have to walk in rows and converge in front of a penguin God.

During the eighties and early nineties I kept a loft in SoHo and produced a lot of work while participating in the art scene. Jean Michael Bosquiat painted a life-sized portrait of me with my name over my head like a crown and gave it to me. I came and went from the schooner as I voyaged around the world and promoted my project of "1,000 days Non-Stop at Sea."

In 1990 I published an article "Seafarers of Today Provide a Role Model for Spacefarers of Tomorrow" in which I promoted "1,000 Days Non-Stop at Sea" as a space analogous expedition that would contribute to the knowledge of human behavior relevant to humans traveling into space. I tried to get NASA's sponsorship, but only got letters of endorsement… "The expedition has potential to contribute beneficial information in several areas... We look forward to future discussions concerning potential areas of mutually beneficial cooperation with "1000 Days Non-Stop at Sea" as the objectives configuration and time frame for the project are further defined". William Smith, Director Exploration Technology.

Voyaging partner Laurence Guillem and I have transformed sailing's formula– go from A to B as quickly as possible, into a conceptual time span. We went to sea for "100 Days out of site of land". A year later we went back to sea for 200 days on a voyage titled "Odyssey of the Sea Turtle", during which we drew a Sea Turtle around the South Atlantic Ocean with the course we sailed. It was the longest non-stop man and women sailing voyage creating continental sized art meant to be an antidote for our speed obsessed society.

Now once again I am alone as I was in my youth when sailing solo was my rite of passage initiation into the realm of the spirit shaman. As I prepare to depart the terra firma longer than any humans have before, I often wonder who is the couple famous for contributing to the evolution of mankind? I aspire to bring a woman with me if it is her desire to momentarily leave the material world behind and call on all her higher abilities to take a voyage beyond human experience into the white light. My resolve to go with a woman or without has to be equal. What if she can't keep going? We all know we have to make our great transition alone, or do we? The goddess I see is always with me, beautiful, loving and beckoning me and I'm always smiling, eyes open and ready. I (or we?) are planning departure from out berth on W. 23rd Street in late fall.

reidstowe@yahoo.com

Reid levitating in front of his painting "I am connected to all of the women in the world"

 

 

Thanks Pip.

 

Proves yet again that Weed was, is and always will be the Prince of Bullshit.

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Latest news from the cheesemonaut. Note that all are dated Sunday 30 Aug but are labelled Day 860, 858 and 857. If you don't want to waste time (ha ha) reading all these postings, don't bother. Nothing new. Same incoherent ramblings about nothing.

 

 

Day 860 Part Pragmatic

Sunday, 30 August 2009

 

 

Day 860 - August 30, 2009

 

Wind SSW, 10 knots, Course NNW, Speed 1 knot, Position 7*06n by 17*20w

 

Part Pragmatic

 

I grew up with a father in the military and he taught me to run a tight ship, toys in the toy box when we are through playing and beds made, room orderly. One could say I am part military pragmatic and my motto is "Always Ready". When he was home Dad gave us lots of attention and while he built the first boat, he took the time to teach us as he went. I liked the way he kept his pencil over his ear and sharpened it with a pocket knife.

 

Though we were very young, he taught us how to use knives ("Always cut away from yourself. Pay attention.") and how to sharpen them. Since that time I have had a thing about keeping my knives sharp. I don't like cutting or carving with dull tools. I feel people's knives and try to sharpen them.

 

I am a pragmatist because I have a practical approach to problems and if I think about work or even concepts I look for the practical meaning. For me a certain truth of the matter is to be tested and I look for the practical consequences of my beliefs. That is why I built a schooner and became a schooner sailor even though there is a lot of romance in it.

 

In H. Chappel's History of American Sailing, he cites the schooner as the most important sailboat. Clipper ships were great, but there were not that many of them in comparison to schooners. The planning, testing and results of my pragmatic thinking paid off and the American schooner proved to be the boat to sail the high seas without resupply longer than any boat in history. The next months at sea I will have to be even more strict, aware, industrious and present.

 

The odds were always against me and they continue to grow, so I will have to carry my since of pragmatism to the extreme. I am not only part pragmatist. The other definitions of a pragmatist like being officious, opinionated, critical, pedantic, puritanical and stiff lead people to become closeminded. They have a place in society, but at sea, I need to be flexible to survive as well as search for divine love and oneness with humankind.

 

I am part pragmatic, but definitely the sacred seeker, artist fool also lives in me.

 

Day 858 Red Sea Healing

Sunday, 30 August 2009

 

 

Day 858 - August 28, 2009

 

Wind WSW, 15 to 25 knots, Course ENE, Speed 1 to 2 knots, Position 6*52n by17*36w

 

Red Sea Healing

 

I first began bathing in colored light in the Pacific in 1986 on the way to Antarctica. I painted plastic vinyls in acrylic colors and put them up as sunblocks. Being an artist and painting large canvases with lots of color, I became aware of how the colors charged and excited me. Since I was a teenager I experienced ecstatic experiences in rainbows.

 

I described earlier in this voyage the seven colors of the rainbow spectrum finding correspondence in each of my seven chakras. For those not familiar with the chakras there are many books, but a quick look on the internet will show you that awareness of these energy centers existed in many cultures before written history. Now there are quite a few well established healing schools with many people using the chakras in their healing systems.

 

What I know comes mostly from personal experience and years of faith and meditation. This is a very important part of my being able to survive out here at sea and keep myself healthy. You must imagine that I live in a blue, grey and dark environment. I am not in color like people on the land who are often bombarded by colors around them and with so many hours in front of the computer and especially the TV.

 

The original concept with the rich wooden interior of the schooner full of carvings was to create a nourishing environment that would sustain the crew in this beautiful but bleak, harsh, monotonous setting. Having my paintings around is a healing experience. I have written about that earlier and will be doing it in the future.

 

The red transparent painting is over the pilothouse now and it bathes the room in a soft red light. I like to rotate my colors for different levels of vibrating healing light. You know how it is nice to sit by a Christmas tree. The sacred colors and symbolism relaxes us and connects us to warm feelings, memories, our childhood and our ancient past. Feeling holy colors is a healing experience.

 

Day 857 What About Scurvy?

Sunday, 30 August 2009

 

 

Day 857 - August 27, 2009

 

Wind SW 20 knots, Course NNW, Speed, 1.5 knots, Position 6*27n by 17*34w

 

What About Scurvy?

 

My sailing friend asked me about scurvy and do I take vitamins. I have vitamins and red and green fruit and vegetable capsule supplements, but I have not taken them yet. I have been saving them to do the most good when I think I need them. The key to my diet has been eating an abundance of sprouts that are full of vitamins, fresh living nutrients and roughage. Recently my percentage of sprouts has dropped way down. I don't know if it is the heat or their age (they are about three years old).

 

I have given some thought as to what in my diet is keeping me safe from scurvy. Thanks to Danny at Kadouri foods in Brooklyn, I still have plenty of the right kinds of foods. I use lemon juice concentrate on my fresh flying fish and salads everyday. I eat a very big handfuls of dried fruit in my morning excellent McCann's Irish Oats. Normal oats are not comparable. I still have a lot of dried pineapple, cranberries, prunes, raisins, apricots and dates. I have quite a variety of fruit juices that I have mostly been saving and now I am starting to drink.

 

Every afternoon on my coffee break, I eat fresh and crisp whole wheat Dr. Kracker crackers smothered with organic Peanut Butter and Company crunchy peanut butter. On top of this I pile to overflowing many different kinds of jams. I can't leave out the quality nuts I eat that come in big bags raw. We triple wrapped them in plastic and when I need them, I roast them over a low heat and put them in jars. They are so much better than any kind of pre-roasted nut.

 

I also have many cases of canned vegetables left that I have been saving, as well as dried vegetables. If my sprouts stop sprouting I'll take vitamins and supplements just to be safe.

 

The weather in this area has been very nice. I get a few squalls with gusts of wind, but it is manageable. Surprisingly, for being so close to the equator it has not been hot, but even cool enough to cover with a sheet at night. It is often cloudy, so I don't get burned by the sun, but there is still enough sun coming in to the solar panels to keep the batteries charged up.

 

All is well on these isolated, sympathetic seas. Throughout the day and night I give thanks.

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Latest news from the cheesemonaut. Note that all are dated Sunday 30 Aug but are labelled Day 860, 858 and 857. If you don't want to waste time (ha ha) reading all these postings, don't bother. Nothing new. Same incoherent ramblings about nothing.

 

 

Day 860 Part Pragmatic

Sunday, 30 August 2009

 

 

Day 860 - August 30, 2009

 

Wind SSW, 10 knots, Course NNW, Speed 1 knot, Position 7*06n by 17*20w

 

Part Pragmatic

 

I grew up with a father in the military and he taught me to run a tight ship, really !, so tight it has been leaking diesel for 800 days ?toys in the toy box when we are through playing and beds made, room orderly. One could say I am part military pragmatic and my motto is "Always Ready". Really ! what happened to the three types of birth control, and the baggywrinkle, and the antifouling, and and and..... When he was home Dad gave us lots of attention and while he built the first boat, he took the time to teach us as he went. Funny, I thought you said he gave you so much liberty, you taught yourself ?I liked the way he kept his pencil over his ear and sharpened it with a pocket knife. oooh thats gotta hurt

 

Though we were very young, he taught us how to use knives ("Always cut away from yourself. Pay attention.") and how to sharpen them. Since that time I have had a thing about keeping my knives sharp.One look in the toolbox shows just how he looks after his tools... I don't like cutting or carving with dull tools. So now Suenya is a dull tool huh ?I sfeel people's knives and try to sharpen them.

 

I am a pragmatist because I have a practical approach to problems and if I think about work or even concepts I look for the practical meaning. For me a certain truth of the matter is to be tested and I look for the practical consequences of my beliefs. The practical consequences of drug smuggling is jail. You werent looking too hard for it then bro... That is why I (funny, I thought it was a whole lot of people )built a schooner and became a schooner sailor (drifter) even though there is a lot of romance in it. Not much romance in heaving your pregnant partner off the boat,sailing off and then calling your sponsors materialists is there ?

 

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can you just say DUMB

 

 

I have said it twice. Dont you listen?

 

If your wife likes to throw phones, buy her one of these. You hardly feel a thing.

 

The phone-throwing years were pre-wife. The first time I saw that there was a woman that used her phone for ordering takeout rather than throwing it at my head, I knew I found my dream girl. Ten years of marriage and almost all of our phones have died non-ballistic deaths. Ahh.

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Alright, who has taken over Cliffy's computer? That post was brief, readable, and shed a little light on something in the thread without departing on some soporific side sojourn. :P

 

Nobody took over my computer Tom Ray, and I am no less or more lucid than I've ever been.

 

Nope, I'm just as unreadable, and soporific as I've always been

 

You said it - hmmm.... are you going to use your little internet law to A. Harass yourself and B. try to get a judgement?

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That's funny. Thanks, Mike. Package leaving tomorrow -- what's your shirt size? (hat's adjustable)

 

I wish it were a joke. I've had to buy about twenty cordless phones over the years, they keep getting launched at my brain from across the room. And the weird part, there could be twenty different things within arm's reach to throw and they always go for the cordless phones. For some reason, the calmest, chillest dudes seem to attract women who all seem to be blood-relatives of Satan himself.

 

Shirt size: XL

Hey Cliffie. By the time phone number 3 got launched in your direction you should have been looking into the mirror to determine what the problem is. And I can tell you its not an over abundance of calm and chill.

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This picture sums up my feelings about the whacked out nutcase on the Love Schooner Anne.

This is truly Nero fiddling while Rome burns.

Look at the terrible condition of the surrounding structure!

Yet someone is wasting time and effort on deranged carvings.

If that effort were put into proper construction, materials, maintenance, etc. every person on this forum would have far fewer negative things to say about Reid.

 

We wouldn't talk about him at all. He'd be boring, like Cliff.

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