This morning, I woke up really early, got busy scrolling through internet garbage, and then ended up waking Ko up late. I drop him off downtown, where a bus takes him to his school. This saves me a good 45 minutes, most of which is crawling through heavy traffic to get in and out of the neighborhood where his school is. So it's very important for me to make the bus.

All of a sudden, the socials for dumb asses are flooded with fake pictures of Donald Trump doing something good for storm victims. I've gotten a good laugh, but can I use AI to create some more?

I have a theory that time travel is already invented -- either now or in the future. In here, I explain why you've not yet met a time traveler.

Some folks have been wondering how the new boat did during her first New Orleans hurricane. Short answer: just fine. She looks exactly like I left her before the storm. But storm-time New Orleans lakefront is interesting enough. Here's a story in pictures. And one little video at the end.

It's been a month back in Baton Rouge and back to real life, and for the most part, it has sucked. We knew we were coming back to some boat maintenance, but our house was a disaster area.

We found an interesting meat market.

A recent Facebook comment got me to thinking about some of the characters from my early sailing days.

At the time of this post, we're in the middle of our Atlantic crossing. There's a lot of time for music and books, so that might be what I'm posting about for a little while.

I encountered a technology this week that I haven't come across before. Normally, that would be a source of great joy for me, but this time, not so much.

There are a couple of little things that I found surprising about buying things that coil up in Eurpoe.

Slovenians love to take a walk. And it's a great place to walk. But there's also a flip side to being a great place to walk.

Now that I don't have to get a kid up and make him get ready for school, I can start my mornings with long walks with the dog. It's been nice to take in the neighborhood Christmas decorations at a walking pace. But this week, I noticed a couple of decorations whose seasonality is questionable: