Musings and Mirth
It looks like it will be a couple of days before they can reach the location where Abby Sunderland disappeared. That seems really odd to me, but whatever. The Australian Coast Guard said he would fly over the area to see if he could locate her.
Abby’s parents wrote on her blog as the events unfolded:
We spoke with Abby early this morning and learned that she had had a very rough day with winds up to 60 knots and seas 20-25 feet. She had been knocked down several times but was handling things well. The wind had subsided to around 35 knots which she and Wild Eyes are quite comfortable with.
We were helping her troubleshoot her engine that she was trying to start to charge her systems. Satellite phone reception was patchy. She was able to get the water out of the engine and start her up. We were waiting to hear back from her when American Search & Rescue authorities called to report having received a signal from her emergency beacon (EPIRB). We initially thought that the signal was sent automatically from her water-activated EPIRB and that it had been activated during one of her knockdowns. As we pulled the paperwork from her EPIRB registration, we learned that the signal had come from her manually activated EPIRB.
We were referred to Australian Search & Rescue and while we were on the phone with them another signal came in from her handheld PLB (Personal Locator Beacon). Her water-activated EPIRB has not been activated so we are hopeful that the boat is still upright.
And Abby’s own words on her blog, www.abbysunderland.com:
It has been my dream since I was 13 years old and began single-handing, to one day sail solo around the world. I am 16 years old and this blog will contain the story of my attempt to become the world’s youngest solo circumnavigator.
Oh god. Whenever these dramas surface I try with all of my might to resist the temptation to indulge in yet another news story about a missing white girl. But here we are again, a missing white girl lost at sea. I guess what amazes me about the story is that Abby Sunderland was trying to make history. But as a mother of a girl I say history can wait, sugar plum. Don’t be in such a hurry to hit your highest goal. You could drip battery acid into my eyeballs for an extended period and make me chew on glass before I’d let my daughter go on such an escapade. I’m not judging the parents. I’m not saying they should be brought up on child abuse charges; we all know they will have suffered enough. They will have to live with this for the rest of their lives should she turn up dead or missing.
I heard a saying the other day for the first time, and I feel sure it’s been around a long while, “there is no such thing as an atheist in a foxhole.” And it is dead on the money. God is there for desperate pleas when there is nothing left. Those primal screams fall on deaf ears, as it seems impossible to me that any God would pick and choose who gets to live or die at the hands of such a monumental mistake, or tragic accident, or horrific crime.
Hoping she is floating on a raft somewhere and headed for dry land. I send out a little Joni Mitchell.
I took these pictures at my niece’s birthday. Three of these girls are cousins and one is a friend. Because of the low light, they ended up in blur, except for excerpts of them here and there. But this one shows you the magic of photography. This is what I have always loved about taking pictures. Because I am no good at setting the light or manipulating anything — any good picture I take is almost always accidental. And this photo was a happy accident. The girls are hummingbirds in flight, I think. Except for one.
And speaking of hummingbirds, we are now the proud owners of a feeder.
I was just about out the door on the Katy Perry thing. Too much stuff being thrown out all at once. She is trussed up in every video, a lot of flash and very little substance.
But, I’ve recently discovered that she’s an absolutely AMAZING singer. Why she needs all of the smoke and mirrors is a mystery. I really do understand the impulse – it never hurts to show a little boob.
I kissed a girl after the cut.
I’m always on the lookout for really good bad movies. I guess I’m not so much interested in the obvious ones, like the schlocky ’50s monster movies. I’m much more interested in the ones with lofty intentions. I am mostly able to sit through anything. For me to walk out, the film has to not deliver in any way, shape or form. I never have finished Transformers, for instance. But Town & Country, with Warren Beatty, Diane Keaton, Goldie Hawn, Gary Shandling, etc. has earned every last bit of its bad press.
The film starts out decent enough – when it is just a marriage dramedy with Keaton looking fine and fab in her suits, and Goldie Hawn looking decent enough in her tight pants, and Beatty playing the guy women are all dying to have sex with (as if). But once Beatty and Shandling head for the country part of the film? That’s when it finally collapses. Andie Macdowell is particularly embarrassing as the daughter of Charlton Heston.
I stopped watching there so I have no idea what happens in the end. Jenna Elfman shows up dressed as Marilyn Monroe. That is all I remember. Terrible, terrible waste of great actors. Pretty outfits, houses and locales can only fill the heart with joy in fits and starts, the rest of it has to be the substance of the thing.
Some funny Youtuber fast-forwarded it:
Meanwhile, Ebert and Roeper review it. Ebert is WAY too kind. Roeper is ON THE MONEY. $85 million? Are you kidding? Who do these people think they are?
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