Notice the Village Voice icon has disappeared. Tugster didn’t get their nod. Thanks for voting. Although it would have been nice to win, winning is not why I blog.
You know the song; I decided to adapt it like this.
“On the first tides of Christmas, my true loves spoke to me . . . of propellers in a parts tree.
On the second tides of Christmas, my true loves gave to me, two honey boats, and . . .
… three schooner sails, . . .
… four ferry boats, . . .
… seven short sea shippers, . . .
… eight bunkers pumping, . . .
… ten dredgers digging, . . .
… eleven lighters lightering, . . .
Happy holidays, and maybe the Village Voice will employ it in this song. Here’s the original, if you don’t know the Twelve Days . . . song.
All fotos by Will Van Dorp.
Same idea only different . . . check out frogma.




















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December 10, 2011 at 8:44 pm
bowsprite
two honeyboats! i’d be speechless!
December 10, 2011 at 8:46 pm
tugster
“two honey boats” maybe no speech issued forth, but other issues . . may call for such extreme capacity??
January 1, 2012 at 10:49 am
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