Fantastic Voyage: Live Long Enough to Live Forever by Ray Kurzweil. You can take this one straight from the subtitle: it's Ray Kurzweil's brain-dump on how to live long enough to be alive when science finds the cure for aging. I've said many times to anyone who'd listen that I'm pretty sure we might be the last generation to die of old age. If not us, then our children. I'm confident that my grandchildren will be able to read this blog entry on their 200th birthday. (aside: Hi kids!)
I sat next to Kurzweil today at the Accelerating Change conference and asked him a few questions about the diet. He told me I looked great for a 95 year old! :) I've been on the diet for about two months now and I'll be doing another post soon with details about how that's going (hint: great).
There's a port on a western bayand end with a sailor's departing lament that as wonderful as his harbor town girlfriend is, his life, lover and lady is the sea. I'm not quite that smitten with the sea (Mie is my life, lover and lady) but I have always wanted to be a sailor, especially since arriving at this western bay and watching the ships crisscross the waters every windy weekend. Fantasy became reality this week when I completed Basic Keelboat Sailing I at Spinnaker Sailing. I now know the basics on how to rig and sail a 22' Santana sloop (the model pictured at the left) including tacking, gybing and a slew of other weird salty nouns and verbs (and knots). The two day course was even blessed with about as mildly perfect conditions for learning as you can find in the San Francisco Bay; 15 knot winds, calm waters, shorts & t-shirt air temperatures. This was especially fortunate as SF Bay is known as the most challenging sailing waters in the continental USA with normally much tougher conditions. I just need to schedule two more days of classes and take an ASA test and then I am certified at the Basic Keelboat level which means I can charter boats up to 24' in length. It's been fun listening to sea stories from experienced sailors. I always appreciate exploring a subculture that is somehow closely tied to the natural environment and man's interaction with it. I've learned how to read tide/current charts and spot the effects of Sacramento River drainage by floodlines in the middle of the bay. Of course, the stories of near-death are compelling too. One man related a tale of trying to make his way blindly through dense fog from north of Angel Island to San Francisco one night and ending up in the path of a tanker without much steerage, water crashing over the bow, an air horn that disintegrated when he tried to use it and an outboard engine that wouldn't stay running. Things were looking quite bad but in the end he made it out luckily. Today he sent me this story of an over-capacity sailboat that flipped over last night in front of a tanker in the North Bay, they were rescued by the quick actions of a tugboat crew that happened to be nearby: CARQUINEZ STRAIT / Tanker veers in nick of time after 8 boaters tossed into its path
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
Minutes later, engineer Jennings spotted a light waving in the dark about 400 feet away, and through binoculars he saw arms flailing in the water. Jennings yelled to his captain, Mark Farran, who turned on the tugboat's spotlight, and it instantly became clear the sailboat party was in the tanker's way. Farran radioed to the Prima Bow captain, urgently asking him if he saw the hapless sailboaters. "I heard him (the tanker captain) screaming, 'I see 'em now!' " said Farran, 48, and the tanker veered hard to port. "He was getting ready to take 'em out."I don't think I'll be night sailing anytime soon, by the way.