Thursday, June 22. 2006
Our own Dr. Bliss just blew off some steam on this subject (scroll down to "bitching"), but now I see more in the same vein from Dr. Sanity. She is right to be disgusted and fed up. A quote from her piece: Every time I see our country accept the premises of the insane political correctness promulgated by the political left--a doctrine that claims that, while all cultures and countries are equal; you, America, are uniquely bad and evil and must be punished for your sins. Every time I witness the hysteria mounted when America falls short of its own ideals--and then willingly and honorably acknowledges the fact and takes steps to correct it; every time I witness the granting of moral equivalence between America and the barbaric terrorists who get a free pass from the international community and the MSM for their behavior (being a terrorist means never having to say you're sorry as far as the left is concerned)-- I am appalled.
Is there no decency, no honor left in the Democratic party anymore? Has most of the world gone completely insane? Is the suicidal appeasement of evil and the denigration of good now the norm? And what will happen to the world if America is finally beaten down and just...shrugs...when the next international crisis arises.
My opinion, Dr. Sanity? Yes. And have another beer while we try to figure out how to buy CBS!
 Stolen from Mr. Free Market:
A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand. Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk. He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well. Then one day, the rancher's widow said to the hired hand, "You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels." The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. One o'clock came, however, and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no hired hand. He returned around two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him. She quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she said. Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off my boots." He did as she asked, ever so slowly. "Now take off my socks." He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots. "Now take off my skirt." He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light. "Now take off my bra." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor. Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."
The state of the visual arts: London museum displays base of sculpture - thinks it's the whole thing. Sculptor wins prize, and is wise enough to let the story speak for itself. Driscoll Politest city in the world? Yes, NYC, where eye contact is considered a threat ("Hey - whatchew lookin' at?"), wins. In my experience, it is true. h/t, Ace. Andrew Sullivan (why do we read him?) says: "This is a battle between barbarism and civilization. We cannot destroy our moral compass in order to save it."
I say: "The hell we can't". Well, not destroy it permanently, but there are times for a bit of practical morality and practical immorality - like when someone is trying to kill you. The big world isn't nursery school, and when soldiers worry more about being good than killing and breaking, they will be useless, and a danger to eachother. Where did this idea of "nice war" come from, anyway?
You won't believe this. ABC News collecting data from "how is global warming affecting your life?" That's easy to answer: It's already hotter than May was, and I am having to run my air conditioner, thus burning tons of fossil fuels, which will probably cause July to be even hotter. People are so gullible, I bet they get tons of responses ("my roses are fading faster", "I was sweating like a dog today", etc) - all due to a 1 degree change in the past 100 years. And no, dogs do not sweat. On the same subject of climate hysteria, Londoners terrified by climate, and refuse nuclear power. Well, they should give up their cars and subways and electric, for starters. What else? (h/t, Am Thinker) Also, if you ask me, Londoners should be praying for climate change. Did you see this already? 3 airline plots foiled since 9-11. Aw, shut up already: The UN has plans for world gun control. I guess taking firearms and grenade launchers from genocidal maniacs in Africa is just too difficult. More self-satire from the UN which is as arrogant as it is impotent...and you know, if they had the power, they would make gun control exceptions for their own bodyguards. The Holy Trinity has been determined to be sexist and patriarchal, according to Presbyterians. Big surprise there - isn't everything sexist and patriarchal, these days, including ham sandwiches? It is comforting to know that the Presbys are focusing on the really important subjects like the gender and sexual orientation of the Holy Spirit. Moonbattery National Parks etc: Middlebrow has a map of the world's largest marine preserve, signed into law by who? last week. Not Bush? Also, in a move sure to please conservationists, the Parks have made a policy decision to favor protection over recreation. That is the right move. For idiot fun, try Disneyland, not Yellowstone. Volokh critiques Slate on its tenth birthday, respectfully but pointedly. We should all criticize like this. Whole Foods to discontinue selling live lobsters as "inhumane." I call that decision inhumane to humans. h/t, Junk Science Where did all of the Indian tech engineers come from? Private schools, in India. The missile shield. The American libs always opposed it - but why? Let's be grateful that Reagan pushed forward with it. Quote on subject from good piece in NY Sun: Maybe Senators Clinton and Schumer were reading the New York Times, which in December 2002 pronounced that "rushing" to construct a missile defense was "premature." Advised the Times editorial, "It would have made more sense to wait." For what could the editors of the Gray Lady be waiting - for Kim Jong Il to strip down to his underwear and fetch up as the Naked Cowboy, strumming a guitar and yodeling Joan Baez songs in Times Square? The serious answer is that we are watching an extraordinary moment in the showdown unfolding as America, for the first time, switches on its anti-missile defenses. It is one of those moments when the country will begin to understand the depth of President Reagan's understanding of the dynamics of the nuclear age.
and, I might add, to understand the suicidal foolishness of the Left. Read the piece (link above)
We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount... The world has achieved brilliance without wisdom, power without conscience. Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. Gen.Omar Bradley
Wednesday, June 21. 2006
Vanderleun tells the story of how Grace returned him to sanity. "He wasn't in his right mind." American Digest. Would I recommend it if I didn't think it were good?
Kirsh at the New York Sun reviews a new book on Agincourt, A Victory Owed to God, by Barker. Sounds good. Where do they find writers as good and knowledgeable as Kirsh? Anyway, had to include this quote: This story shall the good man teach his son:
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers:
For he today that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother: be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition.
And gentlemen in England, now abed,
Shall think themselves accurst they were not here;
And hold their manhoods cheap, while any speaks,
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
(Here's the whole speech.)
A photo from our Aliyah Diary author's bike trip through the Negev Desert in May. Article below. 
The start of the bike trip through the Negev. May 19 2006 Bike. A punchy, short word. For five days, over 535 kilometers from Jerusalem to Eilat, through the Negev desert, I biked. “Bicycle,” smoother, more fluent, more melifluous begin with a plosive at the lips, then to the sibilant in front of the mouth, ending with the gutteral flowing into the sinuous tongue, which touches its tip lightly to the back of the teeth for the “el.” I rode on a geometric matter of triangles, circles and one comet-like ellipse. With a group dwindling to some 28, I had much time to reflect on this machine’s simplicity, elegance, and because of its minimalist construction, highly responsive to your movements. Before Mies van der Rohe, before the Internationalist movement, bike makers understood “form following function.” Triangles and circles; one ellipse. Its body is almost an isoceles triangle, tipped with one corner of its base facing groundwards, it’s apex facing forwards, beneath your breastbone; from the final corner emerges the saddle post, upon which rests a triangular wedge, a saddle. This is minimalist: a wedge for your pudendum; an irritant for your ischial tuberosities. Sharing the bike’s main triangle’s base is a second triangle, rearwards and angling slightly downwards, its apex culminating in the axle of the rear wheel. From above, you can see that the top side of this rearward triangle splits and forms a narrow triangle, forks for the rear axle. In front, through the apex of the main triangle, travels another very narrow triangle, the front forks, that sit upon and hold firm the front axle. Four triangles make its body; a fifth the saddle.
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Fluffernutter under attack in MA. This is worse than the Brits attacking ice cream. Millions of hearty and rugged Yankees, including my family, have been raised on this (disgusting) New England concoction. And Rightly So. My opinion: They can ban fluffernutters when they ban alcohol to politicians. OK? The International Seed Vault. This is my idea of worthwhile international cooperation: making sure that we have seeds from every plant. Wonderful. Marginal Rev. found it.
This is my final Larry Summers post, and I wish him the best: Grievance-collecting, as we shrinks term it, is a personality trait which commonly serves the purpose of self-interest or self-aggrandizement. It is rarely, in normal life, a rational or justifiable mode of operating. While it is typically associated with paranoid personality traits, our society has taught people that it can be useful as a ploy or manipulation, and that people can actually benefit from having grievances, rather than being pitied and getting plain old-fashioned attention. In our topsy-turvy, politically-correct, hypersensitive world, having grievances becomes a badge of honor. This is psychologically perverse. And it is perverse to claim "offense", in my opinion. Who said YOU shouldn't be offended, anyway? Surely we all deserve to be offended, and all will be whether we deserve to be, or not. But those who seek offense and collect it will surely find the most - and will invent or imagine it when they cannot find it. Every psychiatrist has seen a woman who had a notebook, or a mental notebook, of every insenstive act or word of their husband since the day they met. What those women (yes, it's always women) never realize is that, if he wanted to, the husband could have the same notebook, but he doesn't focus on it. What's that problem? That problem is imagining, or wishing, that the world would pander to our every little neurotic hypersensitive feeling. There is the infantile narcissism, which tends to be much more concealed or disguised where it appears in men. And in the political and academic worlds, this seeming-weakness is exploited, converted into power to control and manipulate through guilt, and to gain a free pass for one's own aggression or destructiveness. In America today, that conscious and deliberate exploitation of this format is a dominant force, which few are brave enough to confront. Yet it must be confronted, not only because it is nuts, but because it damages the person who does it, in the long run. In psychiatric practice, we confront victimization daily, and refuse to permit patients to use it as a cop-out and an excuse for avoiding performance, achievement, earned, positive attention, and building good relationships. There is no human dignity, and no self-respect, and no future, in a career of bitching. Every human has tough things to deal with, whatever color, religion, nationality, sexual interest, etc. they are stuck with. Get over it, as the Eagles say, and grow up. And growing up means giving up the baby methods of power and attention...and accepting our best, small, humble contributions to life. I have felt that those sniveling gals at Harvard who sunk Larry Summers really took the cake in this game, and I am ashamed of my association because of that ridiculous episode. But they showed their power, didn't they? The power of sniveling bitching. That does women no good whatsoever - they need to be the best in their class in Physical Chem II, Linear Algebra, and Discrete Probability, if they even want to do graduate work. Tears and hystrionic self-pity won't do it in the big world, where performance and mastery count. Make a rocket land on Mars or circle Saturn - that means something. Some women can do that - most cannot. But neither can most men. But we can all do something useful in this world, and destroying others isn't it.
 Summertime! The news, and the blogs, lose some intensity in the summertime. And the less we post, the more readers we seem to have. Hmmmm.
Stumbled into this piece at Chequerboard - discussing income inequality and output inequality. It makes sense. h/t, Vanderleun Collier and Horowitz consider the party of "retreat and defeat," in the light of Vietnam. We were defeated at home, no doubt. Front Page Monte Carlo methods. These are now used all the time, and there was a time when I could understand the math. I just tried to reconnect with the concepts. Squid recipes. Many of them, on the right side of the page. If they called it Sea Turkey, or Ocean Carrot, or something, people would eat more of this fine critter. In my opinion, tastier than octopus, but its name is too squiddy. Are we allowed to discuss the genetics of intelligence and Jews? Auster wonders. Iran. Beth is mildly annoyed by the Guardian's reportage. But Sandmonkey likes the Iranian soccer babe cheerleaders. For good reason. A bear in your kitchen, eating your oatmeal. What do you do? Conspiracy theories in the Arab world. Augean Stables.
If all our misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be content to take their own, and depart. Socrates
Tuesday, June 20. 2006
A reader showed us Librivox - free downloads of readings of literature in the public domain, read by volunteers. This is the real use of ipods. Their catalog is not long, yet.
From Psalm 116, posted on Sunday: "The snares of death encompassed me; the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me; I suffered distress and anguish." FYI, A brief history of Hell, Sheol, and Gehenna, here.
Or you can just wait, and learn about it when you get there. ("Hell" is from Germanic mythology.)
You dirty rat. Study shows rats living in filth are healthier than those in clean laboratory conditions. Plus implications for the human immune system, and support for our preference never to bathe, shave, clean the house, or wash anything. NYT Left-wing nostalgia. Living in the past can distort your view of the present. Driscoll on Barone's piece. Gators, bears, cougars: They are less fearful of man (and dogs), and more likely to attack. We should leave them their own space, and quit moving into theirs: there really is enough space to go around. Murders up: Things getting back to normal in New Orleans. Gov. calls in National Guard. What are the limits of the Clean Water Act? The Supreme Court cannot decide. The issue is land ownership vs. wetlands protection. Call me Jose - Me no pay tax: Become illegal and cash in: P/T Pundit The history of the inheritance tax. View from 1776 I am Pasquale Orsini. Shape of Days - nice piece of writing. What is Murtha really thinking? And how can he get so much press if he doesn't make sense? Rick Moran Details on Al Quaida's NYC subway attack plan. Protein. I think they were afraid that they would piss us off even more.
Judge not, lest ye be judged judgemental. The Owner's Manual
Monday, June 19. 2006
 "Category error" is one of those terms that I use intuitively (AKA lazily), but never looked into.
The definition is ascribing a property to something whch cannot have that property, thus placing it in the wrong, inaccurate, or misleading category of things. Example: "It's like comparing apples with oranges." (It's an odd expression, since they are both round fruit, etc, but we know what is meant by the analogy.) Often category errors are simply cute ways of speaking or figures of speech, without intent to confuse, as in: Example: "My car doesn't want to start." (attributing intentionality to a pile of metal) Example: Socialist ideas marched through Europe. Example: "My computer can't think fast today." or humorous: Ex: "My brain is trying to kill me" (Calvin, of Calvin and Hobbes) or colorful and poetic: Ex: :"..while my guitar gently weeps." When a psychiatrist says "The id is at war with the superego" (Dr. Bliss would never speak that way), that entails a sort of category error by attributing "thingness" and capacity for action to abstrations (also entails the fallacy of "reification" - closely related - eg. attributing "thingness" to abstract concepts). Thus while the statement basically says nothing, it's a useful if awkward kind of shorthand for something that is meaningful. The philosopher Gilbert Ryle, in his very readable mega-classic The Concept of Mind, represents the latest word on the ways we think of mental things - (and slays Descartes in the process). How can category errors be used to trick people? It just takes a little sleight-of-hand. One often used by medical malpractice plaintiff's lawyers and all kinds of trial lawyers is to attempt to conflate two distinct categories: "accident" with "error." Thus: "Ladies and gents of the jury, it is clear that if Mr. Jones had bothered to built a stronger fence around his pool, the thunderstorm that knocked down the tree would not have crushed his fence, thus permitting the neighbor, poor old widow Mrs. Smith's only friend, her cute little white Shitzu (show photo), to drown in the pool, leaving her bereft and traumatized, requiring years of costly psychiatric help and daily taxi rides to the Pet Cemetery. Ladies and gentlemen, this was no weather accident - this was negligence pure and simple with a catastrophic result." Here's another: "2900 children died from firearms in 2004. Handguns must be made illegal." What category errors are involved here? First, they define "children" as age 0-19, thus including gang warfare and criminal actions in the numbers. Second, they include suicides, which accounts for 33% of that number, and accidents, which are 6%. Third, they do not mention how many of those deaths were via illegal firearms - eg. already banned). Fourth, they do not mention how many of those deaths were by handgun. Thus by confusing and mixing categories, an effort is made to maximally dramatize the effect. A now-classic example is the famous "hockey stick" graph which is meant to demonstrate man's effect on climate. The hockey stick graph represents an insidious category error, because it uses tree-ring climate data for most of the graph, but the recent upswing is from entirely different data - surface temperature - so it is like counting bushels of oranges in this year's apple crop. Editor: My apologies to The Barrister, but I did a bit of work on this one also, making it a bit too long.
Be patient with Maggie's today. It's a busy morning at the farm: all the chickens need to be milked, and the cows bathed, and the turtles need exercise...and the truck needs a new dihydrogenator. Plus we posted quite a bit over the weekend.
In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility - I welcome it. John F. Kennedy
Sunday, June 18. 2006
 It's tough to be a Dem these days, because Bush has squeezed us/them out of the center.
As they drift, or are squeezed, Leftward, they alienate voters both on the "social" issues and on defense. (Don't ask me what I mean by "leftward," since much of it isn't really "Left:" there is nothing intrinsically Left about Jihad-denial, for example.) Or is there? Our bred-in-the-bone Repub Mrs. Chairman feels that it is always a tactical imperative of the Left to disparage the US, because they have an agenda of social change. Thus anything that smells of nationalism, patriotism, pride, or which focuses on external rather than internal evils, delays the movement towards their quasi-socialist agenda, which can only be based on the "What's wrong with America?" question. For the country that everyone in the world wants to come to, and to be like, it is a bit odd. When we Dems begin standing up for America, and abandon socialism, we can begin winning national elections again. Most honest people who take risks to come here, and do so legally, want economic and political and personal freedom, not hand-outs, and not an easy lfe. Indeed, it is remarkable to what extent the Dems no longer tout the US as the bastion of individual freedom, opportunity, and good values, the way JFK always did. (Mrs. Chairman is smarter than me, but she will not blog.) We need two lively parties to make a good game of "Capture the Flag." In the end, the struggle is always for the non-ideological "center," (which has always been fairly conservative outside of the MSM, academia, union loyalists, California, and New England/New York, and the ridiculously wealthy for whom redistributional taxes are no concern), but which has slowly drifted "rightward" - I think mainly in reaction to the alarming "Leftward" drift of the Dems since JFK - and the high visibility of their irrational and often wackily colorful fringe elements and "lens lice," as Curtis Sliwa terms them. That "Leftward" drift is a major political error, especially in a time when the rest of the decadent and spoiled Western World is so visibly and desperately trying to undo their socialist errors of the past. I call it "trying to take candy from babies." You get a lot of "boo hoo hoo" from the dependency voters - but they are not the centrist voters the Dems need. Nor are the Mexican illegals. Shameful. We (yes) Dems should be a proud patriotic party - not sycophants and ass-kissers and vote-buyers for whoever wants a free ride on somebody else's nickel and effort. And we should be the party of JFK and Truman - not limp surrenderists but tough against threat, and tough administrators at home. Not socialist - but helping to spread opportunity. Not negative - cheerful. Not hateful - appreciative and respectful - normal. I have little respect for JFK as a person, but as a politican, the guy was damn good for an amateur rich kid. In Vietnam, we all failed his vision of freedom. I was there, opposing desperate totalitarian Marxist loonies. But we were undercut by our surrenderist Marxist "hate America" loonies at home, and it has taken Vietnam many years, many deaths, much sorrow - to finally come around. I should remind our readers that I worked for JFK's campaign, and made my mother come with me to drive an hour to the Bridgeport, CT train station to hear him on a campaign stop. I remember how red his hair was, in the sun, and how my Mom, and the other ladies, all said "He's so young and handsome." He was elected by women (if he was, in fact, elected: Daly had quite a powerful dead-voter Chicago scam going then, and I remember how he proudly "guaranteed" Illinois - "whatever it takes." I confess, at the time, I thought that was pretty cool. Not now, not funny.). If anyone recalls, JFK "won" that election by appearing stronger on defense and anti-Soviet, and just as conservative and Federal tax-cutting, as Nixon - who won the guy vote. Yes, I remain a Dem - Bird Dog calls me a limo liberal - but I am not a liberal. I just want my party to give me candidates that I can vote for. Why still a Dem? Don't ask: it is personal. Well, want I want to do is to direct you to an excellent and thoughtful piece by Shulman at American Future on the struggles going on in the Dem party. It deserves to be an op-ed in the NYT, along with another must-read which Shulman links - Beinart's piece A Fighting Faith in the always-interesting New Republic.
When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now ,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four? McCartney update here at BBC. The full lyrics here.
 1I love the Lord, because he has heard my voice and my supplications.
2Because he inclined his ear to me, therefore I will call on him as long as I live.
3The snares of death encompassed me; the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me; I suffered distress and anguish.
4Then I called on the name of the Lord: “O Lord, I pray, save my life!” 5Gracious is the Lord, and righteous; our God is merciful.
6The Lord protects the simple; when I was brought low, he saved me. 7Return, O my soul, to your rest, for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.
8For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling.
9I walk before the Lord in the land of the living.
10I kept my faith, even when I said, “I am greatly afflicted”;
11I said in my consternation, “Everyone is a liar.”
12What shall I return to the Lord for all his bounty to me?
13I will lift up the cup of salvation and call on the name of the Lord,
14I will pay my vows to the Lord in the presence of all his people. 15Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his faithful ones.
16O Lord, I am your servant; I am your servant, the child of your serving girl. You have loosed my bonds.
17I will offer to you a thanksgiving sacrifice and call on the name of the Lord.
18I will pay my vows to the Lord in the presence of all his people,
19in the courts of the house of the Lord, in your midst, O Jerusalem. Praise the Lord!
Image: Rembrandt, David singing for King Saul
Saturday, June 17. 2006
Why reject the faux socialism masquerading as Democrat activist politics these days? Because it's no damn fun. They're all just cranks standing on the corner screaming at the traffic and holding placards that read: "The Werld Will End Yesterday." They're always crabby and narrow and in a huff. And they invest every one of their damp farts with the authority of a press release. It' s a sad thing when they display their female armpit hair gone gray as they hold their "Scooter Libby is the Anti-Christ" placards over their heads. Sakes, lighten up. It's the "facists" (Their spelling; what's with the spelling? they've been to college for nine years) and the old fashioned Democrats that are having all the fun. We're smoking big cigars and telling jokes and drinking good booze and doting on our children and avoiding headaches by staying out of Post Modern Art museums and Eminem concerts. And a deer hunter knows infinitely more about nature than some PETA fanatic that's never been anywhere not served by a subway, handing out misspelled screeds outside a KFC. Those "evildoers" are just that, doers; doing real things and having real fun while you Che Shirt snivelers mewl 24/7 that Bush is Hitler and Rove is Goebbels and Bill Gates is Satan and Wal*Mart is Hades and Crude oil is brimstone-- and get this: Al Gore is smart. Put a sock in it, Muffie and Biff. You're forever in the audience, and at the wrong show, to boot. You know who's funny? Mark Steyn is funny. It's easy to be funny, when he's making fun of you: Herewith, "A Call To Celebrities To Conserve":1) Instead of using your air-conditioning system on hot summer days, why not have Barbra and her current husband, actor James Brolin, over for lunch? Ask James how his movie career's going. You'll soon notice the sudden chill in the room! 2) Recycle! Those old breast implants you had taken out? Pop them in the freezer and you'll find they make excellent cold compresses on humid afternoons! 3) In the evenings, cut down on your energy usage by keeping the room as dim as possible. An easy way to do this is to invite Alec Baldwin and Julia Roberts round to discuss politics.
Read the whole thing here.
Everybody has been at the golf Open at Winged Foot this week. No-one in New England or New York has been working. Boring, if you ask me, but it's not my game. But the Newport-Bermuda Race began yesterday. Your editor Bird Dog has always wanted to be asked to crew, but has never been asked, doubtless for good reason. He is blessed with a good feel for the sea, including a certain kind of comfort, or even joy, with very nasty and scary seas, but is cursed with some sort of ineptitude when it comes to practical mechanisms and instant decision-making. And a race in which things do not break is a bore - but something always does break on boats. You can follow the race here. I only know one skipper in the race this year. Is it highly physical? You bet, unless it is one of those dull races with no wind from start to glorious finish, with drinks and abundant hot showers, at the Royal Bermuda Yacht Club in wonderful Bermuda. This 635 mile race is so long that a good start doesn't matter, but you have to keep your crew focused, energized, and on the ball. Why not try for a good start? Photo from just before the starting gun in Newport, RI, below: 
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