Monday, January 26, 2015

Podcasts Update #2

I have practiced my interview materials, I have spoken with the engineer and set up the equipment and I hope to get the interviews done sooner rather than later, by mid-February with any luck. Our website is up though not ready for prime time yet and this next week we are supposed to get our e-mails out to our prospective interview subjects. They will be audio interviews using that miracle of modern technology- Skype.

It amazes me with my background in radio how simple and compact a modern interview "studio" can be, a pair of ear buds a microphone and a laptop replaces all the machinery of a few decades ago. Editing and production will be carried out by the engineer who I have not yet met in person, and may not for a while. Digital recordings render great sound quality and editing is by pixels and no longer with razor blades.  Fortunately I will not be doing the editing which will require keeping each weekly podcast down to about half an hour.

The project I have been asked to work on involves interviews on the subject of travel and staying safe while away from home with interviews with people who live part of their lives on the road, or away from home and how they cope with modern technology and the demands of a sometimes nomadic life.

The podcasts should start airing we hope by the beginning of March, maybe sooner but I hope absolutely not later. I look forward very much to your feedback, indeed we will rely on it.

The Meadows, Silent

 It was a lovely winter's day yesterday, cool, breezy with crisp sunshine and a high around 70  degrees, which made it okay to have a late start from my morning dog walk.
It was in point of fact almost afternoon by the time I got Cheyenne onto Eisenhower Drive in Key West and we made our way into the Meadows for a shaded walk. There was no sign of life, no one in the streets, slightly eerie on a pleasant Sunday morning.
I stopped at Eisenhower because traffic into town was just awful, slow distracted and excessively crowded and I just had to pull off Palm Avenue to get out of the jam. Besides The Meadows is a neighborhood filled with dogs and I figured she'd have a bit to smell.
 I had a few things to look at.
 We watched a couple of old foges working on an old VW which activity reminded me of my youth. Cheyenne thought a car with legs was weird and she wanted no part of it.
 A rope to remind us all of Key West's nautical heritage:
 The Moose Lodge is a huge white undistinguished building except it has some really nice glass windows set into the white facade.
 And a remarkable scooter survivor, an elderly but vibrant Honda Spree.
The boatyard where I got my Yamaha outboard longer ago than I care to admit stores boats up in the air. a form of storage I find fascinating every time I walk by. 
 By the way I always try to remind visitors not to park as you see others park. A car planted in front of a sign may be the vehicle of the property owner, a friend of said owner, or someone with special dispensation or possibly just someone lucky enough not to get towed. Don't imitate them on the off chance is always my advice.
 What a glorious day, not a cloud in the sky and the promise of hellacious temperatures and snow and all that crap Up North. This is my kind of seasonal weather:
It was all a bit much for my Pooh Bear who retired to the shade of the Moose Lodge to escape the winter heat. 
A big bowl of water later she was in the car in air conditioned comfort (my dogs don't ride in truck beds) where she idled the morning away while I did my chores. And as for the weather this week we get sunny cool days with highs near 75 and cold nights with lows near 60. Cold enough, thank you.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Marvin Key 2011

January almost exactly four years ago saw us out with friends enjoying a sunny day on cool water. A great look back to a good time. I keep hoping for a little more time to be bale to spend more out on the water...2014 wasn't great and I hope 2015 will be better!

Return To Marvin Key

The plan was to ride Chuck and Wayne's 21-foot boat to Marvin Key, and this time find sand at low tide. Therese, our peripatetic French friend visiting from her home in Holland.Therese likes tropical heat and Florida in winter is better than Holland, though it could be warmer- witness the jacket. Wayne was benefiting from some dog heat (Zuzu or Tootie).
The engine alarm buzzer went off much to the boys' consternation. "It does that every time we get here!" was the lament. I diagnosed over heating and in fact we found a large clump of weed on the 150 hp outboard, accumulated during our run through a shallow channel.
Cheyenne ignored all this commotion and snuggled herself a bed in the cuddy cabin.Captain Crabmore, aka Chuck, was busy navigating, his stubble glinting alluringly in the sharp sunlight.Ah, yes at last Marvin Key at low-ish tide.
Wayne got ready to leap onto the sandbar, dock line in hand, while I disentangled the anchor and it's line. The curvature of the Earth is clearly visible in this picture.
Everyone was ready for a walk after twenty minutes on the boat.
It was a scene worthy of an epic movie this sand bar under the blazing Florida sun.Cheyenne understood the merit of the situation immediately and struck a regal Labrador pose (after relieving herself in the privacy of the mangrove bushes).
Small stick figures pottered about back and forth like characters in a silent play.Therese forgot for a moment that she is a high powered lawyer with a diplomatic passport issued by the United Nations and took off her sandals to go for a walk.The water was running fast and blue in the channel between the islands.
Zuzu and Tootie got into the playing thing.Cheynne struck another of her favorite poses.The water temperature was rather brisk but the Pied Piper of Viszlas was abroad in his green shoes.

The tide was further out, quite visibly, as we walked away from the boat, looking like a rather disreputable bunch of Cuban refugees. well heeled perhaps, but refugees nonetheless.Chuck looking "Australian" according to Wayne, a man who seeks the exotic in his relationships.Wayne assured me Chuck was explaining to Therese and my wife about the most enormous size of his most important attribute in this picture, below:It seemed prudent to put some distance between myself and the rather substantive conversation going on up ahead.Can you believe I live here, or at least within a twenty minutes boat ride of this Paradise?Chuck is rather conservative in his tastes, as evidenced by his footwear:
Therese, heavy in a conversation with Wayne about their mutual experiences living in the Ivory Coast, was wearing her subdued and efficient sandals:Wayne likes electric green Nuthingz:My wife bought these Crocs in Bend, Oregon last summer:I nearly went arse over tip trying to photograph myself walking through the rising tide, so I stopped trying to multi task and paused long enough to record my own footwear in the rising waters of Marvin Key.By now we were all forced to wade every step of the way. The tide was low at 8 am, by now it was closer to ten and high tide was supposed to be at noon. On the Gulf of Mexico side of the islands the tides are totally uneven.Therese was unfazed by this turn of events, she was not planning on drowning as they need her back at the International Court of Justice in the Hague next week.
The boat was where we had left it though water was spilling over the sands by now.Other people were buzzing round like demented blue bottles looking for somewhere to launch their kayak.When all else fails rely on your dog to cheer you up.
She had a rip snorting good time on the sand. It's too bad the family that used to own her never bothered to show Cheyenne how to swim, or how to enjoy herself on the beach.
And as I waxed philosophical about the happiness of my dog the tide contin ued to roll in.When I showed Therese an online manifesto from the right wing nutters complaining about the United Nations wanting to take away people's guns she replied dryly: "And people say the U N never does anything!"We pushed the dogs on board and pushed the boat out into deep water....after retrieving the anchor and the dog water bowl...Somewhere between us and Sugarloaf Key we passed these people out fishing.Just another great day on the water in the Fabulous Florida Keys.