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  My favorite pictures of me and my dad, Sam. The Jacques Cousteau seed was planted early. This is why I fly hang gliders. My grandfather was an authoritarian and disciplinarian, and yet my father is the very opposite. I asked my father and my aunt Nancy how Sam came to be so calm and gentle and loving and they both named their uncle Denton as their male role model, but they also traced Sam's personality and disposition to my grandmother Hazel and her sister Jewell and my great grandparents Charlie and Boombie. We inherit not only neurosis and dysfunction from our ancestors, but also health and our capacity to love and nurture. The word husband used to mean more than "a married man;" it meant caretaker, cultivator, nurturer - a perfect description of my father. I am blessed by my father.

Lots of folks have asked if I will post reports of my adventure to pick up my boat. I don't do social media and given my narcissism, I don't want to use those platforms - not healthy for me, not healthy for society. Metamorphosis of Narcissus, 1937, Salvador Dalí I find the social media business model vulgar, distasteful. I'd rather offer my content like Ira Glass did with This American Life , or perhaps like Craig Foster did with My Octopus Teacher . There are lots of folks vlogging about their sailing adventures - Sailing La Vagabond, Gone with the Wynns, Ruby Rose , the vulgar Sailing Doodles . I don't want to do what they are doing. I don't want to generate traffic and advertise for anybody willing to pay. My ideal is a contemporary The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau . Only Speedos and red knit caps on the boat I have long term plans to put up a web page for my engineering business and a personal page for my adventuring, but in the meantime, I have this ...

Kanthaka is moving from Ho Chi Minh City to Pattaya. Real time tracking here and here .

King Śuddhodana had great expectations for his son, Prince Siddhartha Gautama, to inherit and expand the family empire. He provided him a civilized life of comfort, convenience, security, and status, yet the young prince was so dissatisfied with his sheltered, privileged existence that he rejected his father's expectations and abandoned his beautiful wife and newborn son, whom he bluntly named "Fetter." Bourgeois sensibilities judge Siddhartha as selfish, inconsiderate, irresponsible, and foolish, yet this jarring abandonment of duty seems a necessary component of the hero's adventure. Consider the equally jolting words of Jesus: " If anyone comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters - yes, even their own life - such a person cannot be my disciple. " There are no epic tales of the contented family man. When Siddhartha left his family’s palace, it was his beloved horse, Kanthaka, that bore the dissatisfied you...