♫…the passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour, A THREE HOUR TOUR….♫
2 Tots, a Sailboat and a Storm Over Parenting was the headline that caught my attention when I opened Tuesday’s New York Times. The article, about The Kaufmans, husband and wife “sailors,”  whose planned trans-Pacific sailboat trip with their two young children ended in “a complicated rescue effort orchestrated by the California Air National Guard and the United States Navy and Coast Guard” when the Kaufmans, faced with a stalled boat and a seriously ill child, called for help.
Mama Kaufman blogged about the (mis) adventure, including posting her pre-trip misgivings (“I think this may be the stupidest thing we have ever done”). Her in-transit posts included such details as how the baby was “rolling around and unable to sleep because of the ship’s violent pitch,” and how poo-poo pee-pee diapers were being washed in the galley sink.
Reactions to the blog posts ranged from kudos from free-range-style sympathizers (the parents were doing the right thing by following their passion and involving their children) to outrage (report these irresponsible people to CPS and take away their kids!) from parents and others – including Papa Kaufman’s brother – who found the decision to take young children on such a trip ridiculous and asinine at best.
This is not the first time I’ve read about parents taking children on what they hope will be a Swiss Family Robinson-type adventure. The adults’ excuses motivations typically include the premise that they will take their children on a trip “they’ll never forget.” However, considering anecdotal and neuroscientific research regarding the inability of humans to retrieve episodic memories before the age of four,  the Kaufmans might have considered the fact that they were taking their one and three year old children – yes, one and three years old – on a trip the kids would likely never remember.
Given the everyone-can-have-their-15-minutes-of-LOOK-AT-ME-I’M-FAMOUS world we live in, I can’t help but think that, among the many debatable impulses behind such an escapade, the possibility of a book and/or movie and/or reality TV show about their adventure-turned-ordeal somehow figured into the Kaufman’s motivations.
There are many debate-worthy aspects to this story, including prudence of the parental decisions, the value of risk-taking, the risks inherent in everyday life we choose to ignore, and who’s going to foot the bill for the Kaufman’s expensive rescue. All I know is, adventure, schmenture – I don’t care if they’re my closest friends or beloved family, you will never find me voluntarily inhabiting a sailboat  with anyone for even two days, not to mention the months it would take to cross an ocean.
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Knowing of my fondness for linguistic innovation, my lovely and talented friend LPH alerted me to a groovy neologism, this one from her own devious mind. I told her she should have it copyrighted:
Just read an article about our local mountain lions. I’m not writing about that though. At the end in the credits was the word “Republication“, immediately it struck me: a category of where Republicans vacation! Places like the Kansas Museum of Creation, or the Pro Life Carnival in Arkansas, and what about the Pluralist Poetry Competition in Utah (when you have so many to woo, you get good at plural prose). So many places, so little time….
I’m may rethink Belle’s and my summer plans. Why settle for a mere vacation when you can have a Republication? I suggest one more stop on the itinerary: no Republication would be complete without a pilgrimage to the canned meat that won the war .
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Let’s all think about sex
Blog readers with first-rate short term memory skills – or brain damage; it can go either way, I reckon – may remember  Asshole of the Day Mike Huckabee‘s comments about how women use birth control because they cannot control their libido.  ‘Twas a statement so WFT?-worthy, even in context, that even Rick Santorum said Huckabee’s comments were ill-advised. (Yes, Rick Santorum). Let’s revisit the sentiment and humor the Huckster, if only for a moment.
Yes, I’m this much closer to bat guano territory.
Yo, Mikey what the Huck?
If what you said was even remotely close to the truth, wouldn’t you want out-of-control, libido-enslaved, lusty wenches to use birth control? Wouldn’t you even go so far as to offer them assistance in installing the contraceptive devices of their choice to prevent unwanted pregnancies, lest the world be glutted with their horn-dog spawned, promiscuously-produced progeny?
And now for something not completely different. A recent round of FB postings involving the ravings of People Who Think Other People – Gays, And Those Lusty Single Women, Too – Shouldn’t Be Having Sex ® got me to thinking about the amount of time Some People apparently spend thinking about Other People having sex.
IMHO, one of the biggest stumbling blocks to civil rights for LGBT folk is that being defined by your sexuality makes a good number of sex-negative folk think of you primarily in sexual terms.
I recall uncomfortable conversations with gay-squeamish (GS) family members, acquaintances or co-workers that reached those “aha” moments when the GS-ers, either forthrightly or obliquely, admitted that they cannot abide the idea (i.e., the pictures that come to their mind) of the way they think “those people” have sex. And, apparently, that’s the first thing they think about, any time they hear or read the words gay or lesbian.
“Does it really matter what these affectionate people do,
so long as they don’t do it on the street and frighten the horses?”
(Beatrice “Mrs. Pat” Campbell, Victorian age British stage actress )
Of course, these GSers don’t have the same problem with me. They don’t (to my knowledge) look at me and think, She’s a married woman; whoa, just imagine what she and her hubby are doing. As a straight/married couple, MH and I get a pass on that. 
Speaking of passes, I’d like to pass on a bit of advice to GSers, and to all of us. Stop looking at and/or thinking about other people in terms of (whatever you think might be) their sexual practices. Stop it, right now. Stop thinking about other people having sex.
There you go – you’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?! Yeah, ick.
As I was saying…oh, goodness, gracious, great balls of fire – really, do you think about anything else? Stop thinking about other people having sex!
I realize such advice is akin to Do Not, Whatever You Do, Form a Mental Picture of a Pink Elephant!  But really. “Straight” sex, schmrait sex; gay sex, schmay sex. Any sexual act – in any position or “performed” by any one, in a manner deemed “normal” or exotic – can be viewed as icky, or just plain silly or ludicrous, if you analyze the component, uh, components (you do what with WHAT?).
Like, what I’m thinking about right now, tee hee.
So, c’mon now, stop it. The next time you’re in a discussion involving health care decisions and/or civil rights for someone whom you deem different from yourself, and you are distracted from the true heart of the matter by your mental images of those Someones bonking, take a deep breath and imagine yourself floating in a tank filled with chartreuse macaroni (cooked al dente, of course). Or, go for a walk, do some calisthenics, find another classic and even cliché way to redirect your misguided imagination. Stop what you’re doing and rearrange your closet – it’s probably a mess, right? Better yet, rearrange someone else’s closet, without their permission. Their reaction might should help you work off a lot of that excess, mind your own business mental energy.
Besides, just imagine what kind of kinky devices you might find in their closet.
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May our street behaviors keep the horses calm, and may the hijinks ensue.
Thanks for stopping by. Au Vendredi!
 Other/veteran mariners questioned the couple’s seaworthy credentials and experience; thus, the “s.
 Or any “captive” quarters.
 From my January 24 post.
 “…or their reproductive system without the help of the government” – which is what Democrats want women to think, Huck awkwardly prefaced the comment.
 Sometimes a prudent strategy when faced with a bat shit crazy dude.
 Campbell uttered her oft-misquoted riposte in response to a younger actress’s insinuations re the homosexual flirting between two fellow actors.
 And if it’s otherwise, please folks, kindly keep those images to yourselves.
 Or, a pink elephant having sex. With a rainbow-colored rhinoceros.