15 May 2008

The Cameraman's Plight

Unfortunately, I'm the chief documenter of our Pacific Cup 2008 race. I'm videoing and photographing and writing about the preparations and the race. The good news: the blog is written entirely from my perspective. The bad news: I'm not in ANY pictures. But I can solve that.

Me looking forward:


Me looking aft (with butterflies flying!):


Of course, there are more problems with controlling the camera. My freakin' nostrils are huge and from below is not my best angle. But at least I'll have some proof that I was there.

9 comments:

Christy ~ Central Air said...

Well HELLO, Cap'n Hottie McHotterson! ;-)

Joe said...

Dog, you're supposed to point the camera in the opposite direction.

EVK4 said...

Err, Christy, did you *see* the nostrils?

Joe, you're the fine arts guy, how does that work again?

Jarrett said...

next time try to aim so the spinn pole looks like it's going through your ears...

o docker said...

So that's one hand for the boat, one hand for the camera, and... the other hand for the camera? Something's not adding up here.

It must be those shoes. You're counting on those shoes keeping you on deck. Transpac-ers are certainly a courageous lot. Now, single-handed transpac-ers would not take risks like that. Can you imagine Nietzsche wearing shoes like that?

EVK4 said...

O-docker...you're living the comfy life over there with your concrete docks, dockboxes and lack of derelicts. Us A-dockers have learned to acclimate to unusual situations such as not having a third hand. It's like inner city kids being tough because they have to.

I just will myself to stay on deck and count on 20K pounds of ballast to keep the boat level in the 1-2 knot wind. Remember this was pre-shoes, now I wouldn't even have to do that.

o docker said...

Yes, we live the lush life here on the Berkeley Riviera. On race nights, savory zephyrs of grilling sirloin and chanterelles waft down from the yacht club terrace, gently mixing with the jasmine of our manicured gardens. Peacock and pheasant patrol the docks. The washrooms and baths are adorned in Carrara marble.

All is not bliss, though. Last month, I was fined for failing to finish my docklines in Flemish coils.

dr tinyseptum said...

Nostril dysmorphic disorder (or NDD) is a relatively common, often severe, and under-recognized nasal image disorder. People with NDD experience distressing or impairing preoccupations with perceived flaws in the appearance of their nostrils. People with NDD are obsessed with the belief that something’s wrong with how their nostrils look. They may describe their nostrils as looking ugly, unattractive, deformed -- or even “freakin huge”.

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PeconicPuffin said...

Mute nostril agony.