One anchorage is larger
And one anchorage is small
And the yellow buoys of Bay Ridge
Don’t do anything at all
And you just had some kind of tug food
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask the Statue
I think she’ll know
And the AK bridge lady is talking backwards
And VTS said to go ahead
Remember what the HarborMaster said
Clean your head
Clean your head
“I just had the bittersweet honor of removing the USCGC BOUTWELL from active Coast Guard service, pierside at Coast Guard Island in Alameda. This small event involved the remaining few who have completed the legwork that began with the formal decommissioning ceremony back in March in San Diego. The hull now will sit empty until its prospective owners, the Philippine Navy arrive to take custody.”
Capt. E. Westfall,
USCGC BOUTWELL (WHEC 719)
USCGC Boutwell (WHEC-719)
Builder: Avondale Shipyards, LA
Laid down: 1967
Homeport: San Diego, California
Motto: “Best in the West”
Length: 378 ft / 115.2m
Beam: 43 ft / 13.1m
Draught: 15 ft / 4.6m
Speed: 29 knots / 54 km/h
Endurance: 45 days
Complement: 167 personnel
Unlike my fellow waterlovers, the Coney Island Polar Bears, I cannot jump into cold water. I must go in very slowly.
The waters of Gardiner’s Bay have been warming up perceptibly, and I have finally been able to swim without my face numbing.
Today at high tide, while standing and waiting to adjust in waist-high water, something bit my heel.
In the Sound during hot months, little 2″ / 5cm long white fish gently nibble and exfoliate my legs. This was not that. This was a bite. And the next bite was on my toe. And the bite after that was even harder. I peered in and saw this:
It looked like a rock, about 7″ / 17.8cm long and triangular pyramid shape. I kicked at it. It came right back, biting harder. And I was mad I had to swim earlier than I was ready.
But once I was in, it was all good.
The New York Harbor School students have their artwork up at the Melville Gallery, South Street Seaport Museum!
211 Water Street, Saturday and Sunday, 11 – 5pm
Much thanks to Yvonne Simons, Jonathan Bouleware et al at the SSSM, thanks NYC for the CASA grant that made this course possible, and Capt. Aaron Singh for bringing me in. I taught students to doodle and paint. Boats. By the water. Does this not sound tailor-made?
Beautiful photography (taught by Len Bernstein) and a wonderful video (guided by Gordon Skinner) were also the results of this Maritime Arts Afterschool Club.
Thanks goes to all the kids who came after school to draw, paints, etch, carve, cut, crinkle, tape, paste, and play. “They said: I can’t draw.” Well, yes, you can, actually.
What I learned: show them the materials and how to use them, tell them about the exercise of the day, and then keep quiet and watch what they do. It was mind-expanding and very rewarding and inspirational.
Thank you to Rigmor, Valerie, Kathleen and other art teacher friends who gave me their tips and ideas. As Kathleen said: “I thought I was doing it for the kids, but I realized I was the one getting the most out of it!
Good job, kids! Be bold. No fear. No erasers. Tusche.
On the beach today, I found a pretty piece of Northern Quahog shell (Mercenaria mercenaria) with a ring of suction marks from Eastern White Slipper shells (Crepidula plans). It looked like a sky with new moons…
The native people here named the Full Moons, but they did not name the New Moons. So, I suggest the following:
Crimson Clover Moon
As theoretically, the last frost is over, even though one still freezes one’s derrière off, the peepers optimistically begin their nocturnal calls, the earthworms churn the softening ground, and the crimson clover seeds have been sown. Make use of the rains as water costs and rain is free. The more crimson clover, the less lawn to mow, weed and water. A no-brainer.
Also known as Coney Island Whitefish Moon. While on the topic of Coney Island Whitefish, please dispose of condoms properly. Do not fling them into the water! Hello—I’m talking to YOU. I’m delighted you are using protection, but please put it into the trash where it can wash into the waters through official channels.
Insert-Libation-Of-Your-Choice-Here Moon. Fire up the grill, swirl around in your sun dress, imbibe and howl at this new moon. Don’t drink and drive: jump into the bay instead.
As jellyfish fill the bay, and bathers get stung, the smell of first-aid vinegar laces the sweet soft briny zephyrs. As the Natives know: when the jellyfish are in the bay, they are not in the Sound. When they clog up in the Sound, you’re safe in the bay. And in both, the fertilizer run-offs will give you ear infections. Do not use vinegar in ear.
Antler Dropping Moon
Lyme Tick Dropping Moon was too depressing to name this beautiful new moon. Deer may run amok and feed the ticks, but it is the white-footed mice which are the key hosts of the virus which go into the ticks. So don’t get guinea hens, get a fox. Add some wolves, coyotes and bears, too.
Image department correction! our editor/poofweeder/researcher and image source/archivist has once again caught lunar errors. The below image is of full moons:
The New York City Council’s Committee on Waterfronts will hold a hearing on Tuesday, May 3, 2016 at 10:00 a.m. in the 14th Floor Committee Room, 250 Broadway, New York, NY.
Hey, Cityfolks! even those living in waterfront condominiums will need food and goods brought in and wastes removed. Can’t keep trucking.
Cafè Badilatti is a coffee purveyor. In their building in Zuoz, sometimes the dreamy smell of coffee mingles with strains of live classical music. There is a cafe in the basement where there are performances, there is a lecture room upstairs, and my favorite: a lovely museum of beautiful old roasting and grinding implements.
I love their collection of old wrought iron and forged equipment. From the most primitive hand hammered iron mills to impressive grand, large standing roasting machines from all over the world, you can travel through history: the Belle Epoque, the Roaring 20’s, the Deco 30’s, and WWI, the 1950’s, the swinging ’60s…
It is a marvel that through wartime, havoc, mayhem, social and political upheaval, people did sit down to brew a cup of coffee and imbibe.
During peak seasons, Café Badilatti offers lectures, as one of the Badilatti brothers is a scientist, a bird and plant specialist. For this month, a wonderful classical music trio of musicians from Hungary who play every weekday evening. There is also a small cultural program.
A handmade zoetrope blends in with the roasting machines. You turn a crank, and coffee beans jitterbug, a Josephine Baker-like dancer shimmies over espresso cups, a coffee pot dances. I think this is their last season. I must go and inquire in my fractured German…
hello, Barista Uno, JED, Lee, my Kaffeeklatsch, and all coffee loving friends…!
I love snow shoeing. It is liberating, meditative, calming.
Lash together an emergency pair:
Or, use old tennis racquets and bicycle inner tubing.
When not in use, use to strain pasta. (Remove rubber tubing.)
Jack Lemmon & Shirley Maclaine in The Apartment. He is really good with that racquet.
Snow shoes are amazing. I walked in deep Engadin snow, with and without.
Results from the testing department:
• without snow shoes (pink line) – choppy, exhausting, halting walk. I quit rather quickly.
• with snow shoes (green line) – off to S-Chanf!
And now, Jonas heads our way…
Be safe, be well, Everyone, post- and pre- storm. Lace up and happy wandering.
Meanwhile, at sea (seemingly less and less far away):
building now: North Pacific Hurricane Force Storm. “…with winds forecast 50-70 knots and seas building to 14 meters (over 45 feet) between 35N-42N latitudes in the main shipping routes.” — Fred Pickhardt, Marine Meteorologist
Everyone: please BREATHE.
Because you can. You know why you should breathe? because if you don’t, you die.
Thank you, Marina, who recently rode the train to Toronto from NYC, and brought back this striking image and quote from Turner, whose paintings “were compared to lobster salad, soapsuds, whitewash, and beetroot or mustard.”
Then, breathe and work.
They decided to create the only War Memorial Post Office in the United States.
A piece of land was purchased in April (for $1500), they went from door to door to raise the funds to erect a building, and after a year, many volunteer hours and $7000 later, a memorial building was built.
There is a metal plaque for veterans of “the World War,” 1917 – 1919.
Another for WWII, 1941 – 1945 (with Merchant Marines listed as well.)
Another reads: “In honor of the citizen of East Marion who served their country in the Korean War, June 27, 1950 – Jan 31, 1955…and in the Viet-Nam War, Aug. 5, 1964 – May 7, 1975…”
In May of 1999, Congress officially recognized and re-dedicated this little post office to war veterans.
I have moved from NYHarbor, and now live in East Marion, the North Fork of Long Island, NY.
I bike to Greenport and Orient for boats and ferries. I can swim in the Sound (water temperature 60°F / 15.5°c now, a bit warmer in the bay.) And I pick up my mail from the East Marion Post Office War Memorial.
On a framed official document from the Senate is this poignant line:
“WHEREAS, When the plaque was placed inside the Post Office, and when the dedication took place 50 years ago, no one could imagine another plaque being placed beside it for the East Marion men and women who would fight in Korea and then in Vietnam; we can only hope that we do not have to create another plaque to place beside them;…”
well, thanks to Pecs for muscling me into drawing mode.
This Sunday! one of the rare chances to see crew inside those tugs come out! in the flesh—and a lot of flesh, at the tattoo contest (which I don’t see on this year’s line up…?)
23rd Great North River Tugboat Race & Competition
Sunday, 6 September 2015
Pier 84:West 44th Street and Hudson River Park, NYC
10:00am Parade of Tugs from Pier 84 (w 44th st./hudson river park) to the
start line @ Pier I at w 70th st. in Riverside Park South
10:30am Race Starts (runs from Pier I to Pier 84)
11am Nose-to-nose pushing contests & Line-toss competition
Noon Amateur line-toss & Spinach-eating contests
1pm Awards Ceremony
2pm Tugs depart
more information at the Working Harbor Committee’s site.
Come on down to the Greenport Harbor Brewing Company‘s American Bierhalle in Peconic, (not the Greenport location) Long Island, NY.
From today 11am until tomorrow, Sunday
Meanwhile, back at their original brewery in Greenport, a beautiful art exhibit is up at the same where I had my show last year.
The artist is Scott Bluedorn, his work is very beautiful. He was commissioned to do the artwork for the labels for the bottled beers which just came out last month, the show is titled “Message On A Bottle.”
Read the story of the artwork for The Black Duck Porter, named after a famous rum-running boat. In fact, all the labels have great stories, as reported here and here by N. Krommydas of NextStop magazine.
It was very fun to do this poster with Ann Vandenburg. We are both Woodstock stock:
Maybe see you there!
APERTURE / AMUNDSEN
Length: 24 ft / 7 m
Power: 220HP Cummins Diesel // Range: 120nm
Cruising Speed: 25 kts // Top Speed: 30+ kts
Homeport: Liberty Landing Marina, Jersey City, NJ
Capacity: 6 passengers + crew
Built for the U.S. Dept of Defense, Naval Surface Warfare Command, and purchased by Bjoern Kils, these RHIB are hardy, fast vessels. I would see Bjoern all the time, all seasons, all weather. He was there for several rescues, and more, so that Tugster and I would call him the NY Media and Rescue Boat, which Bjoern seemed disinclined to use. I have taken friends out on his tour to celebrate a birthday, and was lucky enough to be a guest, and can attest that you will have an amazing time: Bjoern is knowledgeable, a good captain, and a runs a very good service for zipping about the harbor and being on the water.
Their blog is a fascinating view of the going-ons of NYHarbor.
And on the way to tying up on pier 25, they sometimes retrieve the myriad volleyballs/soccer balls clogging the slip, selecting the nicer, less algae’d varieties, ready for barter if you have a cold drink on hand. NY Media Boat does it all.
Book a trip or read more about NY Media Boat here.
Thank you, Kristina, for the inspiration to make these drawings happen!
Read Tugster’s recounting of the epic journey Part I here and Part II here. It was a beautiful ride through the harbor with the majestic Wavertree, with some of our friends onboard and some accompanying her along the way.
And, as I started to draw, it began to rain…
Say it with a war ship greeting card!
Many thanks to the CO of USS CHINOOK (PC-9) for commissioning the drawing of his vessel for his crew.
(Prints were ordered; I just made the greeting card up for this post.)
Very interesting information, beautifully designed with clever charts depicting the results of survey responses from 299 greeting card suppliers, manufacturers and retailers.
If you go to the National Stationery Show and look out the west exits, you’ll see the Fleet go by! who could ask for anything more? Sarah Schwartz is speaking at 2pm: see you there! going with my dear friend, Anja Kroencke, click to see her gorgeous work.
USS CHINOOK (PC-9)
built: 1993, Bollinger Shipyards, Lockport, LA
class and type: Cyclone-class patrol ship
displacement: 331 tons
length: 174 ft / 53 m
beam: 25 ft / 7.6 m
draft: 7.5 ft / 2.3 m
speed: 35 knots (65 km/h; 40 mph)
complement: 4 officers, 24 men, 8 Special Forces
On special weekends when I was young, we would go to New Jersey to one of the remaining polynesian, tiki-hut themed restaurants. Adorned with itchy colorful plastic leis, we watched exotic, sizzling pu-pu platters, drinks with paper umbrellas, accordion lanterns, maraschino cherries and canned pineapple slices go by as we ate under thatched awnings lit by colored glass fishing ball lanterns in nets, beside large carved tiki statues.
That kitsch was the most I knew of the South Sea Islands until I read about the adventures of a plucky scientist in Micronesia. She wrote beautifully about the people and her work there, and Lady with a Spear became one of my most treasured books.
Dr. Eugenie Clark, was an ichthyologist at the American Museum of Natural History in NY, and an expert with Pletognatha, of which the poisonous blowfish is a member.
She was hired by the Pacific Science Board (funded by the Office of Naval Research) to collect and catalog “poisonous reef fishes that had been tormenting American troops wading in the surf.”* Sailors were also getting poisoned by eating the fish, of which some are only poisonous depending on the season. She set out in June 1949 for six months.
Her headquarters in the Palaus Islands was the Pacific War Memorial Station. The handyman there was Siakong. Mischievous, troublemaking, “with the power of three Palaus,” and a spearfisherman extraordinaire, he became her guide and protector, and taught her how to spearfish.
They packed neither food nor water for long day outings at sea, for, with the locals’ knowledge, and with the seas as bountiful as they were then, they would catch their meals from the boat, which would satisfy both hunger and thirst. Do-it-yourself raw bar.
One day, Siakong spied a giant clam deep below, and with his homemade goggles on, dived down towards it. Dr. Clark wrote she saw him swim deeper and deeper until his small figure was dwarfed by the clam which measured about 4′ across.
When he did not surface for awhile, she looked over the side of the boat and to her horror, saw him, arm deep in the mouth of the giant clam, caught and held fast. She frantically signaled to the boatman, who looked over and did not understand. She fretted, signaled, panicked and finally stood up in the boat, about to dive over herself when Siakong popped up, holding a part of the giant clam’s flesh in his hands.
The men laughed as she recovered from her terror, and they rowed away, leaving below, a giant clam with a tooth gap the size of a strong man’s arm diameter.
She eventually amassed for the Navy a collection of the most poisonous ones: triggerfish, scorpionfish, lion fish, stonefish, sea urchins, jellyfish, surgeon fish, sea snakes, cowfish, as well as edible fish–before and after monsoon seasons.
Known mostly for her work with sharks, she had said once: “It is one of the jobs of a marine biologist, to make the environment of the sea more familiar and hence safer, through studying and understanding the animals which live in it.”
Making it safer for us, or the animals?
Please, try to find garden sage (Salvia officinalis in Latin.) It is an herb you find usually in all traditional gardens. Even in wintertime the leaves have her oils. This is the right medical plant with the potential to help you.
Cut the leaves in small pieces. Infuse for 10 minutes. This will help your throat and take away inflammation and pain.
It is working–thank you so much, Dr. Bänninger!
Pack fresh sage in that sea bag! if you don’t need it for medicinal purposes, you can always roast potatoes or meat with it.
Once upon a time, by Pier 16, behind a collection of bollards, cleats and a giant anchor (and underneath the FDR drive,) there were two containers that housed the open studio of a wood carver by the name of Sal Polisi. He was a navy man, served on the USS Ticonderoga (CV-14) , and when he retired, he was one of the anchors of the South Street Seaport Museum. People would wander into his wood shop, and he would talk about the museum, the ships, and the history while he carved. He offered free lessons to anyone interested, and his shelves were full of wood chunks in various stages of becoming whales, fish or mermaids (including one never-finished block hacked at by the author, an abandoned whale-wanna-be.)
One day, a big, strong man walked into Sal’s woodshop. “He didn’t look right, he was looking without seeing, asking without listening…” Sal didn’t have a good feeling. Suddenly the man grabbed a large piece of wood, and walked out. “Hey! come back here!” yelled Sal. The wood piece was solid and very heavy, but the man made off as if it was hollow.
Sal called the police, then followed the man as he walked north of Pier 17, and watched in disbelief as the man threw Sal’s wood into the East River, jumped in, mounted the wood, and began to paddle towards the west anchorage of the Brooklyn Bridge.
This was pre-9/11, there was no harbor police stationed at the spot where the man paddled through. It took a while before the police came. The harbor police eventually appeared in their boat, and they pulled the fellow off the log and hauled him off to —? we do not know where. The shoreside police watched, laughed and got into their cars to leave.
“Hey!” said Sal, “What about my wood? I want that wood back!” The cops shrugged and left.
“I was so mad,” he told me later. “That was a good piece of wood! Black Walnut!”
Sal worked in his wood shop for many years until the current regime was given the public land to develop. They assured him he would not be moved, but moved him they did. His shop was razed, and it did break his heart. Fair winds, Sal. We miss you. USS TICONDEROGA (CV-14)
|Builder:||Newport News Shipbuilding, VA|
|Laid down:||1 February 1943|
|Launched:||7 February 1944|
|Class & type:||Essex-class aircraft carrier|
|Length:||888 feet (271 m) overall|
|Beam:||93 feet (28 m)|
|Draft:||28 feet 7 inches (8.71 m) light|
|Propulsion:||8 × boilers 4 × Westinghouse geared steam turbines 4 × shafts 150,000 shp (110 MW)|
|Speed:||33 knots (61 km/h)|
|Complement:||3448 officers and enlisted|
|Armament:||4 × twin 5 inch (127 mm)/38 caliber guns 4 × single 5 inch (127 mm)/38 caliber guns 8 × quadruple Bofors 40 mm guns 46 × single Oerlikon 20 mm cannons|
|Aircraft carried:||90–100 aircraft|
A mariner’s commute to work:
“It was Christmas Eve, probably 1982 or 1983. I was an able seaman on a 180-foot towing supply boat working with a semi-submersible doing exploratory drilling above Point Conception on the California coast. We were driven to Santa Maria airport before dawn. It was cold and the wind was howling, forming cap-clouds on the coastal mountains.
“Our helicopter crossed the coast at a place named Surf, and I could see whitewater for more than a mile offshore. The helicopter rocked back and forth in the gusty wind as we descended toward the helipad. It was still rocking when I heard them powering down. Then I realized that the rig itself was rolling. The boat looked tiny as it worked its way under the crane in heavy seas. The seas were running 20 to 25 with bigger sets.
“The ride in the personnel basket was–interesting. There was no open deck space on the boat, which had four 40-foot Baker tanks welded to the deck, so the crane operator aimed the basket for the tank top.
“The boat was heaving 20 feet or more, and when the basket got close, the tank would knock into us, sending us sprawling and scrambling to recover our bags.
Meanwhile the off-bound threw their bags aboard and hung on as the crane operator bounced them off the tank rails getting them airborne.
“In Mexico, the slang name for personnel nets is Vuidas (widows). In many places they are being banned, or replaced by modified and safer devices.
“One of my early experiences with personnel baskets was being dropped from a drill ship to the deck of a ragged little utility boat. The captain of the utility boat was going on and on about how much he hated personnel baskets. I guess he had a significant fear of heights, and as we lifted off the deck I could see he was shaking and hanging on with all of his strength.
“The crane operator hung us out over the water, waiting for the boat to back in. We were suspended at the same height as the crane cab, and this captain looked at the operator and started yelling, “you son-of-a-bitch, goddamn you better be careful or I’m gonna kick your ass you bastard…” Seemed like a less than brilliant idea, to insult the man who held our lives in his hand.
“Hearing the stream of insults, the crane operator looked at us, then slowly reached up for the mike for the loud-hailer. He keyed the mike, and quite slowly in a heavy down-da-bayou cajun accent, said, ‘I’m gonna dip you like a tea bag…’
“I nearly fell off the basket laughing. He didn’t dip us, though I think that he would have, had it been the captain alone.”
–Capt D. Porter
The South Street Seaport Historic District was preserved with public funds. The Economic Development Corporation–with powers completely unchecked since the reign of several mayors–have given the Howard Hughes Corporation this community space free reign for development.
Today, Jan. 5, 2015, Community Board 1’s Landmarks Committee will discuss The Howard Hughes Corporation’s proposals for redevelopment of the historic Seaport and will pass a resolution either confirming or denying them.
National Museum of the American Indian, 1 Bowling Green • Time: 6 p.m.
*editor’s note: I have just been to New Orleans; The Howard Hughes Corporation’s Riverwalk is pretty buttfkking depressing.
You want the same sh¡t here? yes? do you?
The most cheery, Christmasy vessel appeared on the horizon this morning:
ho ho ho.
Twas a jolly way to start a grey morning.
Flag: United Kingdom (GB)
Home port: Southampton
Gross Tonnage: 61328
Deadweight: 22250 t
Length × Breadth: 199.99m × 33m
Year Built: 2009
Capacity Cars (RT43): 6,354
Hoistable Decks: 4
Maximum RoRo dimensions:
Height: 5.20 m Width: 7.00 m Ramp Weight Capacity: 237 tons
anyone know the shipyard from whence this vessel came? am guessing somewhere Korea or China…
But then, I will be the one wandering the aisles with these: