Brief items shall be the order for the day for the War On Sailing from this moment until the moment it stops. Things have changed too slowly to be quickly overlooked in this rapidly decelerating world. So I must be quick. Or else everything may grind to a halt.
The radio show is not perchance the tour de force perforce that one might have originally perceived it to be. Indeed, it's not so much a pearl of great cost as a mock pearl tossed before mocking swine. Just the tonic, indeed, for these troubled timbers. While we have as a matter of course not focused on either the current financial crisis nor the current American election - seriously, we're not that easily fooled - we have decided to support the castanheiros in South America in their desire to rename the month of August "Brazil Nut Month." Well! The meeting at which this decision took place was not well-attended, but that's because it was not well-advertised. Which is all well & good.
A correspondent in Corcova has asked in slightly trippy Romanian if we intend to become more up-to-date in the manner accustomed to "posting playlists on the world-wide-wonk." I am entirely sure this is a reference to a game that Vladimir Putin has been known to play with extraordinarily renditioned guest-workers from the Caspian, but we shall demure in the name of global sanctimony & instead reply, "We'll try." We who watch & learn & report on the War On Sailing are kept very busy with alcohol & pencils, & it's truly a wonder that Your Historian has managed to play records two hours a week in the short term. Don't hassle me with your sighs, Chuck.
Stay tuned for regular outbursts. No one need know you were here. Just walk along as if nothing has happened.
