Video Footage of the Sail to Halifax
Made it to Halifax
In from the sea; further from "home," and infinity to go.
Okay, storms, waves, big fish, won't get us. We have a legal right to be here. The streets are clean, the trees are green, the air is cool and fresh. People are well behaved and polite. Racism and class-ism isn't overt. But whoa, just visited the Royal Nova Scotia Yacht Squadron, and the reception we got (guffaw, pahhhh, wheeze...); drove it home: we're vermin! We used to BE Royal Yacht Club members, but without flirting with the dockmaster, or waving money around, we were pretty much thrown off the premises. What a lesson! Before I cashed in "safety" -- meaning: my home, tangible assets, Royal yacht club membership, place in society -- and ran for my life (as well as Elena's) from Kiev, I was ignorantly unaware of this class divide. Boy, did I see it today!
Didn't notice this chasm in USA. It might be there, but nobody went out of their way to denigrate us.
Halifax or Bust!
Our satellite tracking and messaging site is now online and open to the public.
Follow the link (above) to see our latest position, read our log entries and posts, AND communicate with us via satellite text messages while we are at sea and off the grid.
Tracking and position reports will appear when we depart (Thursday, June 29, 14:00 EDT).
Messaging is available now.
Departure delayed by 48 hrs
T minus 3 hrs and holding
Onshore flow (poor weather and sea conditions: increased risk to life and vessel outweighs overstay risk). Departure for sea delayed until Thursday, June 29, 14:00 EDT
On Thursday -- when the countdown resumes -- all contact and tracking instructions will be posted and available to the public without password.
More info on Elena's site: cadenza.ca
The Next Anticruise is About to Depart
The Prospekt Magazine article/interview with Elena went viral; movie deals, book options, speaking and coffee invitations poured in; and low and behold, a Canada Immigration and Citizenship receptionist, actually deigned to speak to Elena. Regardless, they won't renew Elena's travel document because she is stranded (albeit, by their incompetence) outside of Canada.
We can moan about being forced into a risky, non-stop, way offshore sail to Halifax (and out again, before freeze up, and getting stuck like Shackleton), or we can load groceries, batten down, put canvas to wind, and have one heck of a great adventure! All part of the anticruise, own-your-life and make it count, attitude. And guess what, we WILL be having a great adventure (thanks for the quote, Steve Irwin).
There's more info about this situation on the (ever expanding) NEWS page of Elena's site: cadenza.ca/index.php/en/news/
Rules for Survival
Been going through The Anticruise (while working on it) with the intent of presenting it as a motivational speaking gig. The wisdom it imparts works really well as a set of rules. Here they are!
Dump emotion. It's not going to help. You are the only one who feels it. Sad, angry, hard-done-by, scared, lonely, betrayed... forget about it. It eats precious time, destroys motivation, and saps the energy you need to survive whatever it is that's making you emotional!
What is happening now? What is about to happen? What can you do to mitigate the negative ramifications? Standing on the track with a train bearing down; pray, whine, trust god, ignore or deny the train... or get the hell out of the way?
Nobody cares as much about your survival as you do. Miracles are random outliers that survivors-of rarely see as such. Rescue is for the privileged few; the ones you hear about. Considering it wastes time and incurs emotion.
Take responsibility for your survival, nobody else will. You are alone, regardless of where you are, or who with.
Get the job done
Take back your life! It's all you've got, cherish it. If you're living for someone else, it's wasted.
Want your customers, clients, employees, society, club members, conference attendees, fans, audience to see and hear the same message with "The Anticruise" live? Then, get in touch. We're good to go, and we'll do it for COST (for a while). It's become intensely clear that this is a message, people we've encountered and presented to, want (and need) to hear.
Funny thing happened...
... while taking part in a little petty vandalism
So there's this electical services box, just off the beaten path; it's festooned with stickers (wanna-be snooty-gang tags, "hello my name is" tags, advert stickers for computer gaming hardware, kiddie-hard-liquor labels, band stickers) and I contribute a 4cm x 6cm pride-flag sticker. It lasted a few days before I noticed it had been savagely scraped off. Being in the bible-belt, this came as no surprise. What did though, was a plan Elena came up with: Come back with 3 pride stickers, then when they get scraped off, nine more, then twenty-seven. Eventually the whole area would look like "Trouble with Tribbles" - pride stickers spreading out, bible thumpers scraping to beat the devil.
More pics up on THE ANTICRUISE
Just in time for the weekend, a new batch of stunning photos and zany captions have been posted on cruising.sucks - The Anticruise. Follow the ANTICRUISE link in the menu (above) to see em, read em, be amazed, and laugh yourself sick! What's new? you ask... lots: The tool-tips are all original (when you hover over the photo thumbnails) and all new photos and captions from Entry 060 through Entry 067 - check em out. I don't think you'll be disappointed!
The Anticruise is now LIVE
To get to the Anticruise follow this link: cruising.sucks
Things are as precarious now as they were when we fled Russia for our lives... more than TEN YEARS ago.
Forced back to the high-seas, it's Thelma and Louise time.
Drive, Thelma... drive!
You can check out The Anticruise (on this site) for a bit of background up to now. If we make it back online, I'll finish it... I promise.
You can read The Russian Factor, with a huge grain of salt. It is the Hollywood-ized version of our escape from Russia. Most of it is true and actually happened, except the motivation for our escape. The prologue never happened, and although there was a Jack, and I loved him dearly, he didn't die gruesomely (as far as I know), and I never went on a vendetta fueled search for his killers. The fictional hired killer, Sergei, is actually Elena's father. The rest of Elena's family and connections shall remain obfuscated in the realm of "maybe." Our apartment was not ripped apart by gunfire, although we did go back to it (which was stupid) and we did get chased, and I got run-over by a white Lada, and we did scram, at the last minute, from Kiev. If we get out of this next anticruise alive, I'll rewrite this story, and the cruds who can't take love for a reason, can just eat it.
We ran for love. That's it. Elena loved a woman (that would be me) and her family was ready to see her dead for that. When the embassy wanted to evacuate me from Ukraine, I declined. I couldn't leave Elena to the jackals, so we held on tight, and ran like hell.
Here's a book review of one of my favorite bedtime/treadmill stories: THE MARTIAN, by Andy Weir
The following is an article pasted from BBC - Earth: We might live in a computer program, but it may not matter. I've stuck it here because it validates something I have pondered over for most of my sentient life.