Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Let me tell you about my crew...

After having spent over a month away from my densly forested surrogate home in Washington, it hits me in the face like a twenty pound myctophid with bioluminescence that I’ve never introduced the readers of “Tracking the Captain” to my crew. Not that I ever thought that I had readers but with all the telltale signs of an El NiƱo on the rise I figured the natural world might just be turned upside down and an entire horde of literary talent agents from varying countries (and their young and talented model daughters) would flock to the site. That being the case I figured that it might be prudent to then post something of substance. No promises but I’ll try.

Wayne Buckley
"Stowaway/ Resident Soul Man"











Benjamin Purdon
"Safety Expert"

















Ashley Lingle
"Activities Director/Steward"

















Bonnie McGill
"Chemist"











Chris Staudinger
"Master at Arms"



















Mike "The Champ" Penna
"Squall Watch"
















Tommy Chichester
"Young Minstral"











Matthew Blumenfeld
"Recreational Specialist"












Emilee Monson
"Artist"











Gillian Garratt-Reed
"Executive Lifeboat Officer/Medical Consultant"











Noah Kaufman
"Brig Officer"













Mara Averick
" Pirate PR"













Ben Miller
"Script Boy"














Miriam Landau
"Ship's Outfitter"


















Michael Mancini
"Fish Master"













Jessica Sikora
"Ship's Morale"












Eric Snyder
"Multipurpose Engineer"

















Smita Gopinath
"Lingual Tactician"


















Katie Farrell
"Task Master"



















Mindy Hofsass
"Marine Mammal Communicator"

















Jill Alm
"El Nino Caretaker"













Kelly Atkins
"Microbial Ecologist"









4 comments:

Anonymous said...

You could mention the awesome biodiversity of the Connell Nat'l Forest. Aside from the majestic elm tree you have pictured, there is cheat grass, sage brush, rabbit brush, Russian thistle, and radioactive tumbleweeds. A virtual plethora of flora. You do know what a plethora is, el Guapo?

Notice, also, in the bottom left of the photo you can see the unmistakable plume, glowing brightly in the distance, of the Hanford Nuclear Reactor. Makes me giddy with joy just seeing it.

Hey, I'm thinking of starting a sports column: This Week in Sports, by Homer O'Wey. Whaddaya think?

Get your mail yet?

Anonymous said...

On my bedstand rests an unread book you gave me
on our trip to the city. It was a joke --
its plot a story of two lovers caught in circumstance.
The candles in the holders are half-burnt.
You bought them at the grocery for our next quiet night.
Six ticket stubs are scattered across my desk:
concert, play and baseball game, two of each.
The wheat-germ in the pantry beside my Cheetos;
a tin of sardines I will give to the food drive.
Behind the milk and juice, a half-jar of raspberry vinegrette
separates unevenly.
Between the washer and the dryer a single paisley sock.
A bottle of mango conditioner edges out my Ivory soap --
everyday it falls into the tub.
Everyday I pick it up and put it back in place.
This house is wrecked.
Memories shattered on the floor
are walkways for the ghosts behind each door.
Must I wait for spring to arrive?

c2005 by the Admiral
thought your site could use some literary dressing

Anonymous said...

hmmm....looks to me like you have an interesting band of merry men (and women) enjoy yourself and try not to burn yourself out completely.... yes I know I have a dreaded myspace account.... It comes in handy when I want to reconnect with old friends....

Anonymous said...

Capt:
The boys in the office want to know all about Emilee Monson before the drool destroys their keyboards. My only comment is that Mara reminds me of Siri in a blonder way; and I also suggest you try and stay sober on the trip to Tahiti.

The Admiral