EOS Weekend and Open Thread Redux

Photos, compliments of CosHarbour and SoundBeacher.

From Cos:

Hellenic sculpture show at the Met


Meal out of the box?



From SoundBeacher, Boating Season……and by boating, I mean BOATING!!

I just call it a Mega Yacht
Another Mega Yacht
Ho hum, yet another Mega Yacht
Back to normal, the great Opti class sailboats having some practice
This guy needs more practice, a Capsized Hobie Cat
Thanks guys. Great photos as usual!
The Turkey coup seems to be over and done with. Mickelson has but a mere one-point lead in the Open. The Red Sox beat the Yankees so Swanton is happy. My kids were not amused. I’m still having coffee and deciding how to put my day to good use, or not.
All topics of conversation good here. Happy weekend.


14 thoughts on “EOS Weekend and Open Thread Redux

  1. Buzz Aldrin ….colonize Mars….in case Earth is destroyed
    Food for thought, like turkey tomorrow

  2. Hedge fund money is alive and well in the waters off Greenwich. Those stinkpots are huge. My 12′ dingy is fine for me!

    Love the composition of Cos’s photos. iPhone?

    Richard Engel has a few words for Obama’s foreign policy. That means Hillary as Sec of State has zero bragging rights.

    1. Let us not forget that Hillary was the Secretary of State during many of the Obama years. Hmmmmm…. So much for “experience” being a reason to vote for Hillary, and commenting that Donald has none.

      1. I have to think the coup in Turkey and Obama’s ‘foreign policy’ will indeed hurt Hillary. Touché on your point about Trump. It’ll be interesting to see who he appoints his Secretary of State.

  3. The best paragraph I have read on the state of affairs:

    The New Yorker, JULY 11 & 18, 2016 ISSUE
    At the candidate’s rallies, a new understanding of America emerges.
    By George Saunders


    Where is all this anger coming from? It’s viral, and Trump is Typhoid Mary. Intellectually and emotionally weakened by years of steadily degraded public discourse, we are now two separate ideological countries, LeftLand and RightLand, speaking different languages, the lines between us down. Not only do our two subcountries reason differently; they draw upon non-intersecting data sets and access entirely different mythological systems. You and I approach a castle. One of us has watched only “Monty Python and the Holy Grail,” the other only “Game of Thrones.” What is the meaning, to the collective “we,” of yon castle? We have no common basis from which to discuss it. You, the other knight, strike me as bafflingly ignorant, a little unmoored. In the old days, a liberal and a conservative (a “dove” and a “hawk,” say) got their data from one of three nightly news programs, a local paper, and a handful of national magazines, and were thus starting with the same basic facts (even if those facts were questionable, limited, or erroneous). Now each of us constructs a custom informational universe, wittingly (we choose to go to the sources that uphold our existing beliefs and thus flatter us) or unwittingly (our app algorithms do the driving for us). The data we get this way, pre-imprinted with spin and mythos, are intensely one-dimensional. (As a proud knight of LeftLand, I was interested to find that, in RightLand, Vince Foster has still been murdered, Dick Morris is a reliable source, kids are brainwashed “way to the left” by going to college, and Obama may yet be Muslim. I expect that my interviewees found some of my core beliefs equally jaw-dropping.)

    1. Excellent!

      That’s exactly how I feel when I talk politics with my sister – her frame of reference is the world of incunabula and mine is stupid internet meme posts. I do think tho, that with our collective and different wisdoms, we could get in the castle. The question is who gets back out. Stay tuned!

  4. How about vegetable gardening? I think I’ve mentioned before that I am a total black thumb. But! My boys really got into our botany study last year, so we have been persisting. In early June we planted some containers outside in the sunniest place. Lacinato kale, some sort of tiny tomato, “little fingers” eggplant and four pumpkins from seed. I tell you, it is extremely difficult to get anything to survive till harvest! We did eat a few leaves of kale, but it was mostly eaten by nasty squish catapillers (one of which lived out its life in a jar until it transformed). Today I’ve spent half an hour wiping thousands of eggs from the white cabbage moth off the remains of the kale plants. I’m about to give up the kale and plant lettuces…maybe those will only get eaten by rabbits and deer🙄 The tomato, which belongs to the little guy, has had many flowers, but no fruit. It was knocked over in the storm the other night, but, hallelujah! Today there is one tiny green tomato! So far I have harvested five tiny eggplant — a couple of nibbles for each of us– but, honestly, they haven’t been very tasty. The pumpkins are blooming like mad, but no fruits. Is it my lack of pesticides? We are decent with watering them. I did see some bugs on the tomato and eggplant, but I think the horticultural oil took care of them.

    Also, my hydrangea, which are usually plentiful, have had only one, sad bloom and no sign of more.

    1. I’m the best vegetable gardener ever, in my mind. I envision lots of fresh things growing, no deer eating them, no mites or eggs ruining them, cooking the best fresh veggie dishes for dinner and having my family ooh and aah – then reality sinks in and I run to the farmers market in Bedford Hills for everything I need without any of the hassle. The garden in RI has two things this year – squash, and squash. Down from the years when the huge patch was full of everything from tomatoes to potatoes to corn to sunflowers to lettuce to peppers…you name it, we planted it. Not any more.

      My hydrangea are not very good this year either but I transplanted them all last fall – they used to be down in the garden where the swimming pool was, under trees that got too big and the hydrangea were getting no sun. We dug them all up and brought them to the front of the house – they look pretty sad.

  5. I guess it’s kind of like fishing in Florida….it’s great fun, and very satisfying until you do the math and you realize your 4 lbs of snapper and hogfis filets cost you $700! (Nothing better than that fresh fish though! We just need to train up the boys and ditch the captain and the cost will sink considerably)

    When my dad retired and we moved into our remote summer house (log cabin), my mother had an enormous garden, maybe 20’x50′ full of everything from nasturtiums (ever drink the nectar? Yum) to corn, cucumbers, everything really. And we foraged for mushrooms and berries. Those were our Wilderness Family days! Dad didn’t hunt, but someone crashed their truck into our 40 acres inland from the beach and destroyed enough trees (only heat was wood burning stove) that he delivered us weekly lamb racks.

    Anyhow, that one tomato ripening and a few eggplants are seducing me–“oh, I need a bigger, raised bed! And a greenhouse cover! And an irrigation system!” 😅

    1. Hear ya about fishing: The license fee for lobstering is steep these days. Add that the boat registration fee, gasoline, buying the buoys, the lobster traps…it’s cheaper to run to the fish market for two to go.

      Agree about the goodness and freshness of one’s own fish and veggies (I have NOT had nasturtium nectar – do tell!)

      Your Wilderness Family days sound heavenly. Did you like and appreciate them at the time. What did your friends think? Were they all envious or were you all ‘that weird wilderness family’?

      1. Well, the Wilderness years were when I was 10-17….so I can appreciate it now, but it was difficult at the time. My friends from school/life were now 250 miles away and my summer friends weren’t there most of the time. The nearest town, where we went to school, was 20 miles away and was (is) a resort town, so I was always stuck between two worlds — no longer just summer folk, and not a local either. My father had a vision that if we children were raised in the Detroit suburbs, we would fall victim to materialism and he was probably right. I totally respect and understand his motives behind the move…just came at the worst age for me. My brothers fared better being younger.

        Nasturtiums–bite the end off the little tube looking part and you will be delighted with a sweet drop of nectar. They are beautiful in salads and add an interesting taste and texture. But that nectar drop is the crown!

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