tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518403.post112433001481832665..comments2023-02-15T00:49:21.360-08:00Comments on The Hazelnut Electrograph: Ship to ShoreEvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16944303557593680395noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11518403.post-1124383864055942572005-08-18T09:51:00.000-07:002005-08-18T09:51:00.000-07:00Thank you for your vivid and detailed account of w...Thank you for your vivid and detailed account of what is surely a highlight among my recent memories. (A casual inventory of these highlights reveals that you are featured in a disquietingly large portion of them.) With the exception of the tragic loss upon Ockahannock Creek (teaser for part two), there is not a thing about our journey that I would change, including the trying parts.<BR/><BR/>One correction, however: in an uncharacteristic fit of understatement, you've done great injustice to the swells we encountered (and to Brian's and my gastric fortitude, such as it was.) According to the general consensus, they were easily between three and four times the two feet you estimated. I can testify to the lightning speed with which events unfold once the battle with nausea is lost, having not even had the chance to start for the railing. The results have made me wonder whether there has ever been an avant garde performance artist whose act consisted of ingesting brightly hued paint and then projectile vomiting it upon a canvas. I'm half-tempted to search the web for references to such a performance. Thankfully, only Otto had a perfect vantage point to observe my own act, and I'm sure that he had done something in his life for which this was fitting punishment.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com