I’m Now Ancient, It Happened Three Weeks Ago!

 

Wednesday, 17 October 2007

So there I was, sitting with Ella sharing a pint of beer.
D: sooooo, this is a neat place isn’t it?
E: yeah, cool we found it
D: uh huh
E: don’t you have a birthday coming up sometime soon?
D: uhhhhh (thinking, she’s right. She’s about to ask me how old I’m going to be. How old am I going to be? What year is it anyways?) Yeah, on the 18th. I like carrot cake (trying to change the subject)
E: yeah, I like carrots (zero hesitation) so how old are you going to be again?
D: uhhhh (pause… thinking… oh com’on, I know how old I am… now wait a sec… was I just 28, or was I waiting to be 28?) uhhhh
E: heh heh (he still looks bewildered and lost in thought) wait. Are you serious? You don’t remember how old you are?
D: (damn! She called me on it already. Damn that was fast. Now how old was I? 27, 28, 29, 27, 28, 29, 27, 28, 29) Well… I seem to remember being 28, or was it that I was waiting to be 28? (at this point I’ve lost all inner monologue) I can’t be 30 can I? I mean, I’d remember 29 wouldn’t I?!
E: you are serious! You don’t remember how old you are?!

D: (hell, there’s no point in trying to remember now) Hold on a sec (I grab my bag for a pen, and the receipt) Okay, I was born in 1978, and right now it’s …
E: 2007, oh my god!
D: right right, so 2007 minus 19..
E: I can’t believe you’re doing this
D: ah ah ah – …minus 1978 is…. 29. Now does that mean I’m going on 29, or that I’ve now reached 29? (why is she hiding her face from everyone in here? Is it because I look so old?!)
E: hahah

So here it is October 17, 2007 and I’m about to turn 29 years old. I’ve never really freaked out like this before about birthdays. I think my episode a few weeks ago in the pub was probably the extent of it. I keep complaining to people around me about being old, but I don’t feel shocked at it anymore. It does have me thinking about lots of things though. I mean, I remember when stuff like: annual income, and the possibility of a family didn’t cross my mind. It wasn’t long ago when all I could think about was tomorrow, or maybe next week. Right now, I find myself anticipating for the next four years. I’m thinking about big questions that I don’t remember ever thinking about before. Something about my 28th birthday didn’t seem like a big deal. If someone asked me if I considered myself a kid or adult, I felt like an old kid. Now if you ask me I wouldn’t even think twice about answering: adult. It’s not that I have things I consider adults having like a career, wife, children, mortgage, astronomical credit card payments, or an expensive car – but I grasp all those things. “Adult” is in my head.

Something quietly switched over while I was 28 and I didn’t realize it until just now. I’m sure 29 isn’t a universal age, but for me it’s the magic number.

Do I have any advice for younger people? Yup:
Did you have a good time when you were in college? (hopefully they say yes) If you could be 18 again would you do it? For me: I had a great time in college, but I wouldn’t do it again. I am truly excited for the rest of my life. I’m not in any rush to graduate from college, get a career, house, children, wife, nice car et cetera; but I am really looking forward to those times. I can practically see myself signing the paper, opening my first big pay check, throwing my hat in the air, saying “I do”, and day dreaming about what to name my son or daughter.

There was no way I could’ve said that four weeks ago.

Do I have any questions from someone who’s already turned 29 and lived through it?
When you turned 29, did you imagine you’d be where you are right now?

Check back with me in a few days, and I’ll let you know what happens. But for right now, I’m going to enjoy the next 21 minutes of being 28 – and go to sleep.

Travel update

Hola Folks, I’m currently in Cascais Portugal. It’s a beautiful little city on the water with some pretty buildings, quaint shops and even a few beaches. Amistad is scheduled to be here for three more days, then we’re off to Lisbon Portugal for a grand entrance. We did our usual trick of stopping someplace before hand to get spit and polished up for our entrance into the city we’re supposed to be in.

I don’t really remember the last date that I wrote all of you, so I’ll just give you a brief update on the most recent happenings. Today, our normal captain Eliza showed up. Captain Steve will be getting off the boat today or tomorrow I imagine. I’ve worked with Eliza before, and although it will be a different feeling boat with her onboard, I’m looking forward to the change of pace to be sure. Our most recent passage from England to Portugal took us along the outskirts of the infamous Bay of Biscay. As we were so far off shore, the passage was relatively easy. I got my normal sea sickness half of the way across, but I discovered a wonderful motion sickness pill called Meclazine. It’s good stuff, and really took care of my problem. I imagine that the longer I’m in this biz, the more chemically dependent I will become on the stuff! Ah well, could be worse right?

My parents are finally getting ready to make their own move to Bedford England. They will have just missed me, as they will be arriving in three days from now! And this will mark the first time all the Kerlee’s are out of the country. How wonderful ?

For me, falling into the routine of the ship has been a small challenge, but my love of the sea has been holding me interested and engaged during my stay here. I look forward to applying to the maritime academies in January from Sierra Leone. I can’t wait to get on with my life, move forward in a career, and shack up with the new love of my life: Alison. I’ve been getting occasional emails from Jensen as well. He and Tina are traveling around Asia somewhere. I think I may get to see Jensen pretty soon in some capacity as well. He and I did have great times living together in Hawaii, so it might be time for an instant replay of the house at Barenaba Ln, but hopefully in Vallejo California.

Well, I’ve wondered on for long enough. I will upload a bunch of pictures to my website (pictures.kerlee.com) as soon as I get a good internet connection to send them off. Hope everyone is well – wish you were here!

mrDrew

Travel update from Briston England

So I remembered that I was supposed to write to people telling you guys what’s going on, so I guess I have a lot of catching up to do. I took an uneventful plane ride to London Gatwick. During the layover in NYC I caught up with four other crew members for the plane ride over.

When we arrived to the Amistad in Falmouth UK we had about two weeks with the old crew and the new crew. The idea was the program and boat could be handed over, rather than it simply being a ghost ship for an hour then taken over by a 100% fresh crew. It was a neat experience, and ended up being really really easy because we had so many competent sailors on board for the first two weeks. But even then, I got tired of the same old crew so the arrival of the students in Liverpool and the departure of the old crew was a welcome change. I love having the young-ins around so I can teach stuff to them, and suck their interested energy into my own work.

So we have nine crew members and six students who all stand watch. We also have a cook, captain and engineer. So a word about this “watch system”. I didn’t really know what to expect because I’ve never been in an official watch in the watch system. So how this works is that Amistad runs on a three watch, Swedish style dogged schedule. A day consists of two 12 hour blocks. The day block is 7AM to 7PM (0700-1900) and is divided into two six hour watches. The night block is three watches from 1900-2300, 2300-0300, 0300-0700. The three watches go one after another around and around. If you play it out, once every three days you get the two day watches off where you can really sleep, read in, write a letter, or do that project you’ve been dying to do. It’s a neat system, and although I do think it’s a little tiring to be in all the time, it’s great to be awake or asleep at weird hours of the day and also wonderful to be working with two other teams to keep Amistad underway and on course 24 hours a day in definitely.

Since the beginning of the trip, we’ve been in Falmouth, Liverpool and now Bristol UK. It’s been cool being at all these different ports and really going places. I’ve become pretty good friends with some of the crew members on board, specifically the engineer named Barry. He and I like to talk about technical stuff and the finer points of pretty much anything. My other good friend Ella is on a different watch than me so we don’t get to hang out too much as usually when I’m on, she’s off and vica versa. But regardless, it’s nice to be around friends onboard.

There are still many ports in our future, and a yard period when we get to spend some time in Portugal. I’m really looking forward to that one… I can go find a little coffee shop to hang out in on my days off and other than that, simply enjoy a nice routine scrape sand paint and varnish. Just like old times this past winter.

I will send another note later on to all of you, until then, adios, Drew

amiblog – two weeks out

Tuesday, 28 August 2007

I feel like we’ve been going for about two weeks now. It’s been a while since I pulled out of Falmouth with The Amistad, and half as long since we picked up our students. I’ll say, it really is wonderful having the six students aboard. Their new energy, curiosity, and personal challenges really remind me how much fun life aboard a ship can be.

There have been a bunch of other boats going by, and I often wonder how life aboard those ships might be. Certainly my thoughts vary from time to time due to my own motion sickness – but I’m sure the crew on those ships don’t have the same experience as we do.

These close quarters, a traditional rig, wooden ship, a doctor, six college students, and two twenty something year old bosses. All of us are here for some sort of interesting reason, very few of us “sorta fell into it” as this isn’t the sort of thing where that happens. It’s a special type of person that lands a job, or a student bunk aboard Amistad.

On a medical note, there have been a few challenges with sea-sickness. I was sick for two days, and it was one of the more miserable times I’ve ever had to endure. Each time, it seems like the worst thing imaginable! When a few of our students got sick, I spent a little time doing my best to make them comfortable, and a little of my time simply reassuring them. For those of you who don’t know, sea-sickness is worse than simply puking a lot, dry heaving, and finally followed by making the full body puke faces in a cold sweat. Curled up in a fetal position wearing nothing by my underpants, I doubt my decision to come aboard Amistad, my competence as a sailor, and am covered in a heavy blanket of self loathing. This gives true meaning to the term “trial by fire”. My point is this: when my students get ill my heart really goes out to them. Of course, even having said that, you’ve got to take that with a grain of salt because these are 18 year old college students always looking for the path of least resistance.

Now looking forward to the rest of our trip – we have many miles ahead of us, and more fascinating ports of call. I can feel the potential for a real kick ass crew. All the old crew needs to do, is bring all the student up to competency with Amistad and we will be able to set and strike all the sails, anchor, dock, and the whole bit. By the time we get two Sierra Leone, the entire crew will look like totally different people. I suppose the sea does that to people.

I think about my family and Alison all the time, and I look forward to seeing them soon in one of these far away places.

Aloha and thanks for reading,

Drew Kerlee

Thinking about a road trip?!

I didn’t want to drive across the country, but alas, I dragged ass on selling my car and still had it the day before I had to leave. This sucks! Plan B, drive the car across and try to sell it for real in California.

So, I kept a little log as I drove across. It’s pretty interesting, here’s a link to the spreadsheet I made to get these fascinating numbers:

miles: 3315, this is from NYC to Arcata CA
gas: 113 gallons
estimated cost of gas: $350
average MPG: 29
total time: 101 hours, or 4 days
average speed 24 hours a day to complete trip: 33MPH
longest day: 6/28/07, 904 miles
average mileage per day: 663, at 80MPH that’s a little over 8 hours
estimaged insects killed: 453,981
glow bugs killed (really cool lookin on windshield): 23
small rodent deaths: 1
birds killed: 0, but some real close calls
tickets: 0 (yesssssss, thank you cruise control)
estimated times gunned by cops: 3
bare asses: 1
little kid provoking trucker to blow horn by pumping the fist: 1
stupid high school caravans: 1
funerals: 0
accidents by side of road: 2
radioactive trucks passed: 2

Google map of approximate journey:
google map

A plane ticket across would’ve been $350. I had to cancel the damn ticket and get a “credit” I have no idea which f’ing airline it’s even with; and come to mention it, I think I had “credit” from a plane flight I canceled a long time ago… I wonder what airline that was with? Hell with it. Thinking of all the hours I was on the road, and all the opportunity that something could’ve gone wrong (nothing did though) it is much much safer and mostly likely much cheaper to take a f’ing airplane!

New item by Drew Kerlee / Google Photos

Laser eye surgery – the truth for me

Here’s the bottom line: I’ve been through this, and I now have better than 20/20 vision. Before the surgery, twice a day I had to poke myself in the eye. Every single time I was away from home, I’d have to remember to bring contact stuff. Because of this terrific opportunity, my life is now more simple. Simple is good…

So here’s what happened > I go into the surgery place. They told me not to wear any beauty products or anything like that as it would interfere with the laser. I took a very low does valium there in the clinic to help me sleep after the procedure.

I put on the blue had, and a nice assistant gave me a little stuffed animal to hold onto. Hmmm, that’s weird, I’ll just play along. The doctor says, go ahead and lie back on the chair. “Okay Drew, what I’m going to do here is numb up your eye” I get a few drops, then he swabs my eye lid with a Q-tip. “Now what I’m going to do is put on this [thing] to keep you from blinking”

My other eye is covered up and taped shut. They do the whole procedure on each eye separately.

Have you seen Clockwork Orange? Well… I’m about to get one of those fucking things.

It’s plastic, but it’s got retainers for each eye lid, then he turns a screw to open the up even a little more. I’m totally numb, so I don’t really feel a thing.

“Okay Drew, now I’m going to make The Flap. You’re going to feel a little pressure.” He places something about the size of a champagne cork that’s plastic or something on my eye. I can see through it. “Here’s a little more pressure… and your vision is going to blank out”.

Now all this “pressure” that he’s applying feels really strange. For those of you who haven’t been awake, numbed, and operated on, it’s kinda like someone putting a 4 inch by 4 inch piece of tape on your arm/back/leg/fuckingeyeball then plucking or picking at the center of the tape. You can’t really feel the pinch, but you can feel around the pinch. The tape thing is the best way I can describe this – although, when it’s your eye, you can’t feel all that discomfort, but you can still see out of it.

This “blank out” thing is massively understated. Usually when I’m so drunk I get tunnel vision, or black out, it’s a whole body experience along with the total lack of caring what happens to myself. I’m very much awak during this procedure, I can see out of an (almost) perfectly good eye. This guy is “making a flap” on it with some sort of weird ass cork shaped thing. Picture someone pulling a big, dark cloud wall from right to left right over your eye. Is my eye open? It was open… I feel like it’s open, but I can’t see anything. This is fucking scary. Clutching the stuffed animal…. what the hell have I done? I can’t see out of my goddamn eye!!! Play it cool – the odds are on my side.

Oh good, he’s taken the cork of death off my eye and I can sorta see again. “Alright Drew, that went perfectly. I’m going to pull the flap back now.”

Again, I had a perfectly good eye. Now the reality of what’s being done to me is really hitting home. You know, at the eye doctor, how they have that spiffy half eye diagram on the wall? Well, I know that this dude has just cut off the front part of my cornea, and is about to “pull it back”. Also, the truth of how the eye works: light hits your cornea and gets bent, that passes through the pupil, gets bent again by the lens, goes through some sort of focus point, then hits the back of your eye – the retina.

The doctor pulls the flap back and I realize my eye has just had the front part of it removed. Everything is cast into a slightly elevated brightness blur. This was almost as scary as the dark cloud I spoke about above. Thankfully, the actual laser is next, which I’m surprised to find out is totally wussy compared to the first part of this procedure.

The laser is a diffused blue light which appears to be about the size of a ping-pong ball which flashes in my eye. It isn’t bright, it doesn’t hurt, and it’s almost over so I’m happy that I’ve made it through the hard part.

The doc puts the flap back and pushes it down with a weird q-tip. He tapes up the eye, covers it, and then starts in on the next eye.

So I wanted to tell you about this experience because no one told me about it in detail as I have here before I went in. I know it sounds scary, and it was scary. But now, every day I notice I can see the clock at night – I don’t have to put in my contacts, take them out, or worry about them coming out ever again while swimming. My life has been made more simple, and if given the chance, I’d get Lasik again – for sure.

Ah one last thing. There is another procedure called PRK where they change the shape of your cornea without creating a flap – there is no flap. A few words about these two procedures. I got the regular Lasik procedure where they created the flap. Here’s my analogy: you know if you get a really shitty cut on your arm – would you rather get the gouge and have the skin disappear, or have a flap hanging on there? If there was a flap there, and you stuck it back where it goes, don’t you think it will heal better and faster – rather than the whole gouge having to heal up again? Same thing here with the Lasik. The people who had PRK procedure came in the next day still wearing their sunglasses, and putting drops in their eyes every two seconds because of the discomfort. Me – I was cruising the next day. By day four, besides having to put eye drops in every four hours, it was like nothing had ever happened.

One would get PRK if they were a little older – say 40, and their cornea was not as thick as it used to be.

Let me know if you have any other questions or whatever about the procedure. Oh I went to Restore Vision Centers.

Just when ya think you got it figured out

You ever notice how hard life can be? Just when it’s good, it gets bad, then when it’s bad it gets worse? Then when it’s worse, it can always get … worse …er?!  I remember that time I was in before I’d thought of a plan. I remember being in limbo. Not only did I not know what to do, but I had nothing to shoot and hope for. I didn’t have something to blame, I had nothing to reflect on, nothing to improve upon. A simple hard day became nearly unbearable.  I think maybe it was to cope with this: I made up a plan.

As soon as I started in on this plan, I noticed a new aspect of my personality come into being. I will call it: Monthly-Drew. (Or perhaps We can call it, bi-polar Drew)  Part of me lives in the moment. Part of me lives for months at a time. Monthly-Drew makes up plans, whereas Daily-Drew has bad days now and again. Daily-Drew shows up for work on time, and indulges in ice cream, where as Monthly-Drew gets good references and a little pooch on the mid-rift. Oo I like this analogy so far… Monthly-Drew has a girlfriend, but Daily-Drew gets laid. hahah

Plan A was college. Whoops. I’m now onto Plan B. So far, there are good days and bad days. Monthly-Drew is telling me: so far, this is totally worth it. Daily-Drew, big surprise here, is sending mixed messages. Just so long as they keep talking to each other and never try to occupy the same space at the same time – or they could cause a rift in the time-space continuum.