N 34° 24.657' W 119° 41.006'

Did you know that cohort also means "a group"? Not sure why that's been bouncing around my head.

Heh. Barukh atah Adonai Eloheinu Melekh ha-olam shehekheyanu, v'kiyimanu, v'higiyanu laz'man hazeth.

Hi, I'm Chris. I live on a sailboat at the moment. It's a lot of fun, even if we are in Southern California at the moment (Santa Barbara, if you don't have an atlas or otherwise couldn't look up the coordinates). There's a constant struggle to keep the boat from falling apart, so there's been lots to do--yesterday Greg and Mona were rebuilding the macerator pump for the forward head (smelly, and unfortunately still broken), and I was trying to make the stereo work. Unfortunately I had gotten it mostly working and was putting it back in place, and it hit two bare wires which for reasons passing understanding had 12V going through them, and now the stereo won't turn on. Oops.

Occasional bits of adventure: a few mornings ago the davit arm snapped, and the dinghy flipped and the outboard dragged in the water for a little bit (also put a hole in the dinghy, which is sort of repaired, but the outboard is still dead). Passing Point Conception, sort of the Cape Horn of the region, the worst that happened was that the jib halyard went up to the top of the mast. We got it yesterday here at anchor.

Santa Barbara has too many blonde, overly-skinny people. My dislike for SoCal remains unabated.

To those of you who have a pool on who gets thrown off the boat first: I would suggest that if no one gets thrown off, Mona and I get the money. We'll take that spot in the pool, if you like.

Dolphins. We saw two pods of dolphins the other day. They jump out of the water, a couple dozen of them, in sync and at angles, just to say hello or play with the boat, and when they've gone past us they stop.

And how are you?