Z . . . the end. Of the alphabet but not the blog. This A through Z set of meditations–with one medication slipped in on Q day–happened quite by chance. If I am moved to repeat the series, Z could be ZULU time, z-drive or Zuider Zee. Or Zachery Reinauer (Cohoes, NY-built and ex-Mobil 1 and Tioga) . . .
or Zim San Francisco,
one of more than 40 vessels operated by Zim Integrated Services. Again below is Zim San Francisco and McAllister Sisters.
Or Zhen Hua 10, one of many differing only in the number suffix.
Or Zim Qingdao or
Or Zim Shenzhen.
Or Zim Virginia . . . here following Mary Gellatly.
But actually I’m reflecting on something different . . . non-tangible. Zulu tango, my invented term for
“zero tolerance,” a term which is way overused. Zulu tango (“zebra tango” . .. some striped equines doing a sultry dance snout à snout . . . would be more fun to imagine) or ZT gets my complete support in some areas, like operating any large or lethal machine under “the influence.” But then ZT gets overused . . . like in the case of the “end of the pocket knife.” It reminds me of the time I was almost arrested as I entered the Smithsonian’s Museum of the American Indian just after sailing: when they ran my backpack through the scanner, they found my boat “tool” and spike, which I’d forgotten was there.
So here’s my list of ZT acts: no postponing projects, no assuming outcomes, no ducking disagreement, no enabling chaos, no hobbling myself, no losing sight of priorities . . . .and I guess I might as well say . . . no excessive zebra tango. Thank you for bearing with me in this series of meditations. Time to move on, although I’m happy to hear your association(s) with different letters of the alphabet in this vein.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.