The Slog

Not a Blog but a Sailing Log. My musings as Anjea sails me around the world and I make feeble attempts to grok the meaning of the universe along the way.

  • Predicting the Future

    When confronted by a complex system in an unknown state that you need to deal with into the future there is one thing you should do first: establish a baseline. It could be a used car, an existing …

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  • Escape from the Boatyard

    Today, finally, we made our escape from Prince of Wales Bay and the boatyard. It really was hard for me to grasp that it was finally happening, especially as I spent the morning running around town …

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  • The Wooden Boat Festival

    The Hobart Wooden Boat Festival was a lot of fun and incredibly popular. Even at 9am it was busy and by 11am I had had enough of the crowds and just wanted to escape. By then I had seen most of the …

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  • Progress in the Boatyard

    Sailing with Lesley over Christmas was great but it exposed a few problems. First, of course, is the need to finish the stainless steel work at the back of the boat. This is an arch that holds the …

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  • Coxswain Grade 1 Near Coastal (NC) and the Student from Hell

    The Cox course at AMC was not designed for me; I am not sure who it was designed for but their advertising is directed at Torres Strait Islanders. I find that a bit odd for a Tasmanian University and …

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  • SPOF

    Never put all your eggs in one basket  — Don Quixote

    Diversify your investments — any investment advisor

    A single point of failure (SPOF) is a part of a system that, if it fails, will stop the …

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  • Murder in the Marina

    It was a beautiful afternoon, a gentle breeze, a few clouds, soft sunlight dancing on the water, and I was just mucking about cleaning and trying to enforce some kind of order on the bunch of entropy …

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  • Winter in Hobart

    Wednesday, 13 July 2016

    Walking to the clubhouse I fall in with another sailor, a local it turns out. I'm rugged up in several layers finished off with a beany, woollen gloves and padded jacket. He' …

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  • The First Time Solo

    Lots of people are surprised when I say I intend to sail by myself. They think it's changing sails that's the hard part, or steering, or staying awake. While sail handling has its memorable moments, …

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  • The First Night Onboard

    Moving onto Anjea was a pretty simple event. Just grab my gear, stick it in the van, drive down to Hobart and load everything on the boat. Except I had a dreadful cold and all I really wanted to …

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