Binnacle Definition

binnacle
noun

1. (nautical) The wooden housing for a ship's compass, its corrector magnets and illuminating arrangements; the log and other equipment for measuring the ships speed is also stowed there.

Belated Peeps of the Week

Yesterday was Thursday wasn't it?
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I completely forgot about the POTW selection.
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What a FREAKING MORON I am!!!!!
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Now you have me exactly where you want me..... wrong, vulnerable, a sniffling mass of mucus and protoplasm.
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What the hell, it's only a day late.
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ANNOUNCING....
Nanepashemet Peeps of the Week for Week 2 of 2008

Peter Crawford
Lauren Rathbone
Brian Butler
Emily Ingardia
Tommy O'Shea
Patrick Piscatelli

I promise I will never be late again.

Bird Bonanza

Weird scene at the feeder today.
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At first there were a few Chickadees, Sparrows, and Dark Eyed Juncos.... the usual suspects.
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Then there was a couple of Cardinals and Bluejays... a colorful combination.
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But in the early afternoon, sitting right out there on a willow branch was a big Red Tailed Hawk. Probably the same one that had a bird meal on Tommy O' Shea's front lawn.
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The afternoon was capped when I saw a Robin in the same stand of willow branches. That's the first Robin in January that I ever saw here.
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All of this cool bird action, tearing me away from my crucial work at Nanepashemet Telecom.

More California Kate

Kate -
I see that you were in beautiful Napa Valley during your visit to California to see the Provocative Peep, Emily Ingardia.
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BTW... it's called wine-tasting... not wine-get-completely-pie-faced.

Love,
DAD

Burning up the Western Slopes

Just when you thought this Blog was getting dull, I get these killer pics from Katelyn and Emily in Lake Tahoe! Careful on the black diamonds.
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Emily skied alot and at the end of the day, her ass was dragging.

Emily said...

It was cross country, JAY!!! ANd yes I wiped out and couldn't get up, but not as much as your precious little Katelyn who would disappear for minutes on end, no where to be seen, having fallen with no way to get up!

The Dentist as Artist

I forgot to mention.... popped over to Dr. Danny's Dental House of Pain in Peabody yesterday afternoon to get the final version of my left canine bridgework installed. You should see it... it looks AWESOME!!!!
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I've fallen in love with myself all over again. Rough, Tough, Hard to Bluff, and even Better Looking than before! I didn't think it was possible. Even Joanne noticed the improvement.
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Dr. Danny Levy is a maestro with a high speed drill.

Triple V Gut Check

OK.... I know, I know.
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I've been really neglecting the Blog lately... the content has had no zing, no zip, no zap.
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The Marblehead Chamberlain Gunning Dory project has also suffered.
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But I have an excellent excuse, which I can't tell you about because it's personal. Don't worry though....as soon as I get time a little more time, this Nanepashemet Blog will virtually vibrate with vitality once more.
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As it is, it's still on the cutting edge of cyber-journalism, what with Tuna Lips, Nancy and McMahon making cogent contributions over the last few days. It's still vastly superior to most anything else that you can pathetically surf to.
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So quit your freaking whining. It's not so bad.

NH Primary Commentary

McCain's win in NH doesn't bode well for Mitt Romney.
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Romney's record as a business man, Olympic Games Manager, and Governor is so much better than his campaigning style for President. He just seems so manipulative, and his negative posturing against his opponents is tedious.
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At this point, the Clinton - Obama race is too close to call. It's an historic political contest for this country - an African American vs. a Women - two legitimately oppressed classes vying for the leadership of the USA, with white males trailing the field. And what is more impressive to me is that this fact has not been glommed onto by the obnoxious press.

Maybe we've finally beaten the minority mentality in this country. Only took 400 years - not bad in the grand scheme of things I suppose.

Tommy McMahon said....

I'm gonna have to disagree J. I bet there are people out there that don't even know there are republican candidates because Obama and Clinton are the only people the press talk about.

Total shocker by the way that Oprah is backing one of them. Didn't see that one coming huh. That just means that all the middle-age housewives of America who otherwise wouldn't know there was a presidential election will now be voting for Obama. (Not that all middle age housewives don't pay attention to politics. I'm only refering to the ones who actually don't).

Republican this year. The democratic party is becoming a circus for the media between Hillary crying and Obama dancing on Ellen.

-McMahon

A Crying Shame

Are you paying attention to the Presidential Primary in New Hampshire? Hillary lost control of her emotions and started crying twice yesterday. There was a part of me that really felt bad for her. I know that when I am dog tired, I feel like crying.
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But that's me, and I'm not running for President, for the crying reason, as well as many others.
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I don't want my President to cry, so I probably won't be voting for Hillary. It's not a political thing. Anybody running who cries automatically lost my vote. I need my leaders to be tougher than I am.





Dear Fearless Leader (that would be Dr. Nestor, not H.C.),

The paraphrased question posed to Senator Clinton, at an approximate 18 female round table in a diner, was,

"We are all women and we know how hard it is to leave the home every AM looking our best, yet you do it tirelessly day after day. How can you manage?"

Rather than tell the truth, which is the Senator travels with a hairdresser, make-up artist, and female valet, she responds, and again I paraphrase,

"People think running for President is a game blah blah blah blah but it is the future of America blah blah blah blah catch in the voice blah blah blah."

The End.

Nancy Bruett

Disturbing Flashback

We ended up emerging from the couch and taking a trip up the coast, through Newburyport and Portsmouth to Kittery and finally ending up at Allison's Restaurant in downtown Kennebunkport, where Joanne and I had some killer lobster bisque.
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It would have been a great day except for the flashback that I had.
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I suddenly remembered Bob Wojcik saying that I should take my workout stats from the Blog because it was too embarrassing. At the time, though irritated, I quickly dismissed it. Naturally, I could care less what people think about my workout regimen, much less Wojcik.
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But then.... while I was injesting a forkfull of cole slaw in Maine.... it hit me like the proverbial ton of bricks.
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Here was Wojcik, who gave me the evil stretching advise that ultimately injured my knee, now telling me to remove my workout records from the Blog. Despicable!!!! What else lurks in that demented mind?
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I will recover my health, get into running shape, and emerge completely victorious if only to get even with the Wicked Wojcik.

Piscabo said...

Nice take, KBP in the winter and Allison's. In the summer Federal Jack's has visits from Jenna and crew (though the engagement may end that) for a brew and Windows on the World up the street is a nice place to blow a couple hundred bucks. Or the Clam Shack, of course, with a dose of Lipitor.

Semi-Plan

It's a balmy 40 degrees outside. That's pretty good compared to the single digits that we have been experiencing in the Boston area lately.
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Joanne and I are thinking about breaking from our couch potato ways and venturing up the coast of Maine in a day trip motocar excursion.
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We're thinking about it anyway. I'll let you know how the plan works out.

No Fear

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

by Marianne Williamson

Tuna Lips said...

I am hung like a gas pump at the filling station. Inadequacy does not occur to the likes of me.