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Or . . . interruption. First, happy M-day to all the mothers in my lives. Of course, current marking of the day in the US has drifted quite a distance from Anna Jarvis original idea. An idea for this post just hatched, surfaced . . . or visitated me, as this finny one did last winter on a supercold sidewalk.


For the record, that’s one shot non-fotoshopped or altered in any way.  And proof of the existence of finnyfolk. Also, I’ve wanted to use this foto for a long time. But now let me get serious.


See the wood drifted onto the bank near Bay Ridge. It makes me grateful for gribbles; of course, dock owners aren’t so glad.

So why’s this a mothersdaypost? See this link about the North Pacific subtropical gyre. Some of the pictures of damage done by plastic are gruesome, as they should be to dramatize the need to care for motherEarth. Here’s another. Stop!!!!!!! for our Mother’s and our mothers’ sakes.

Rumor is I missed the Dockwise heavy lift ship in the harbor just over a week ago. That’s what I get for serving my other master. I’d love to hear if anyone saw/foto’d it. For now, time for another look at the floating drydocks and what catch they lifted.


Find three workers around this tug, whose name is painted out. One’s on a ladder portside of the bow.


Check the size of Jean Turecamo’s props relative to the worker with the white helmet.


Even Miss New Jersey–this self-proclaimed one–gets high and dry sometimes. Doesn’t part of that previous sentence violate “miss ___” contest rules?

I’ve been dry too long. This week I hope to get back into the swim.

We’re each more than the sum of our parts. Fine writing speaks between the lines; a limerick says more than its AABBA five part rhyme. Feast your eyes on the parts below, the activity on this behemoth. Who might she be?


Access to or from gravelly fun, controlled by the helmeted crewman at the top of the passageway? No one boards this  ship by me unless …


Another crewman leans over the coaming and looks into the hold. What does +40,000 tons of gravel look like, smell like? Notice the hatch cover size. To his right a large clamshell bucket is poised to drop gravel into a hopper. What’s that blue compartment at the lower leftside of the foto?


WC! Suppose that’s for a yard crew? And those front-end loaders, yard machinery as well, offloaded by crane before leaving the dock or permanent fixtures of the vessel working in the hold during loading?


The lifeboat, as always, preferably filled only with potential energy for freefall. Food and drink in the larder?


And such curves, complex ones, as Real Ships Have. Almost as sweet as on a sailing yacht. A conventional rudder post. No azipods here.


Of course you can see the rest after looking only at these fractions. You’ve seen the bulbous bow months ago. It’s my favorite blog partner in Brooklyn and one of the best dancers out of the Maritimes.

Since rumor has it Tug44 will soon post fotos of her, I offer a challenge: bulker poetry. And to keep it lowbrow, the genre should be limerick. Extra recognition for an accompanying tune. Fusion is acceptable also, as in neopunk limerick or reggae limerick. Any language from Assamese to Zulu, but the subject is Alice.

“There came a belle bulker named Alice . . .

or something.

Given the location, this might be named “not coexisting.” If the banks were littered with formerly sentient beings, it’d be called a beaching. Ghosts . . . certainly lurk in the phragmites.


First a sailing vessel, a classic ketch possibly.


then a variation on S. S. Minnow. Might that island have been in the Meadowlands and Mary Ann a Jersey girl . . . Ginger clearly Manhattan?


Owens? Chriscraft? Signs of torture or just disintegration? Someone’s idea of new places to start artificial reefs?


Rumor has it there’s a submarine farther upstream: another victim, perp, or coincidence? To be investigated later.

For now, some narratives might be . . . sail then power wood as indicator species of environmental condition? beings like salmon going upstream to mate? Loki‘s comeuppance? Contemporary pirates in the Meadowlands? Illegal disposal?

‘s time to revive this series about balance and tugs tugging.


A huge white ship, two DHS orange inflatable specks off the bow and stern, and a tug starboard just forward of the stern. See the close up below; feel the push, see the splash over port deck, 4000 hp swiveling 55,000. Anyone know the relative weights?


Another to be assisted in . . . Albatros (2), below in photo taken in mid April 07, operating out of Bremerhaven; read this history for second and third lives. Check the positioning site here; as of this writing, Albatros is “auf see” and in need of no tugs.


Any guess on vintage of this specialized tug?


Here’s the company info on Ellen McAllister. What’s specialized is below the waterline.


I like the concept of upgrading a 41-year-old machine, be it tug, truck, or farm tractor. I used to live in a brick shoe factory that had been blessed by an “adaptive reuse“.

More on vessel assist tugs tomorrow.

The dramatic sunset and stark skyline suggest where?


Any idea what shore will lie to starboard when these tugs follow the river curve ahead?


What lies inland from this industrial scene or is it a strip mining operation surrounded by icebergs? What major highway lies less than a mile away from these two shots taken less than 15 minutes apart?

Respectively . . . Elizabeth, New Jersey and I-95 aka New Jersey Turnpike. Perspective and light make all the difference.

Below is the bark Cuauhtémoc docked at Pier 17 on the East River yesterday. Cuauhtémoc? Notice the large flag on the mizzen? Why is this spring festival associated with an unlikely event in Mexican history?


Check this link and this one for more on this vessel, a great figurehead, and answers to some of the questions above. It’s Baltic bound. As to Cinco de Mayo, check here.

As to Cuauhtémoc, check here. If it happened today, Cortes would have been indicted in The Hague. Also, I find it strange to have seen so many Mexican flags at the immigration march last Tuesday on Broadway (I left my camera home!@#!) and then at the Cinco de Mayo festivities on Saturday, some undocumented workers massed after work one day and Mexican naval cadets in immaculate dress whites four days later

I thought to call this Bolero 2 . . . Bolero down Broadway!!! By now you know “Interruption” means public service announcement. Here’s a great one to come ashore for, specifically Dance Parade May 19 down Broadway.


It’s the first one ever, so it’ll be the best ever. And if you don’t bolero, you can boogaloo, bailarico, baris, bizz nizz, birilyant . . . all paces and shapes.  You get the idea..   and it’ll be dress rehearsal for the . . .


June 23 Mermiad Day parade on Coney Island. Here’s a link to a dance parade in another great port. Know of other port dance parades? Are you there, Trinidad?


So, be you male, female, Μιξοπάρθενος, 人魚, jengu, Russalki, mami wata, fandangoista, or something else, come to the parade!

Today and tomorrow begin with the same dance but take divergent courses. See the man in blue on the catwalk just forward the base of the deck crane? Imagine his dance partner: She’s large, 45,ooo dwt tons large . . .


What do you suppose the “L” word here is? Or maybe “el…”


Bolero is the dance . . .


…Wait! That’s tomorrow’s post. For now, “L” is the logo of the company that transports some US oil into New York. If you check the naming system on their fleet list at that link, you’ll see a lot of dance influence. It must be the Caribbean influence on that Gulf oil. By the way, you can find the answer in the link below, but first, among US oil imports, what is the proportion of all American (non-US) oil we purchase to all Middle Eastern oil? And considering three regions–the Americas, the Middle East, and Africa–how do they rank in terms of sources of US oil imports?


Here’s the link. Totalling the American countries v. the Middle Eastern countries, I get 2.5 times more from the Americas. Ranking . . . I get Africa as second and Middle East third.
Oh . . . the crewman in blue on Bolero? Either he went aft to get his handkerchief and castanets, or he’s been consumed in the dance, as often happens. Get your tango shoes ready for tomorrow!

Thought you’d find a “10” reference here, eh?

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