I was born in a port town, and as a child I could see the waves off in the distanct; and I live in a port town now. The furthest I've ever lived from the sea was Santa Rosa, about 40 minutes to the beach.
I like to visit the Great Plains and Badlands and all that.. but I'd freak out to live there.
"And the sailors say 'Brandy, you're a fine girl, what a good wife you would be...'"
― andy --, Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― hstencil (hstencil), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:36 (twenty-one years ago)
― jody von oy (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:36 (twenty-one years ago)
― jody von oy (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:37 (twenty-one years ago)
Pretty much my take too. I am deeply, profoundly satisfied by knowing that the land *ends* and does so right nearby.
Growing up in a Navy family, of course, has a lot to do with it -- aside from that weird time in upstate New York, all my life has been spent essentially within a few miles of the ocean or a deep bay (ie San Francisco Bay, one of the greatest things about the natural world ever). So it's what I'm used to -- I'm sure my dad felt the same way, seeing as he grew up in Carmel, California, also right on the ocean.
So I know it's a matter of upbringing with me, of what I am familiar with and what I know. The idea of being stuck somewhere just...continuing, land going on and on, no *edge,* no end, is profoundly unsettling to me.
great lakes
Wouldn't work for me, I think. I've seen the Great Lakes and they're huge and all, but still...I'd need the infinity the ocean provides.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:38 (twenty-one years ago)
yeah, but even then you weren't THAT far from the ocean.
― jody von oy (Jody Beth Rosen), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:39 (twenty-one years ago)
― hstencil (hstencil), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Mr Noodles (Mr Noodles), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:40 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sven Basted (blueski), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:41 (twenty-one years ago)
― n/a (Nick A.), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:41 (twenty-one years ago)
Perhaps, but when you're used to, you know, the ocean being five blocks away, or the bay to be just over a marshfield, then your standards are a bit different. ;-)
the oceans aren't infinite resources.
Of course not but it's all in a matter of perspective...hm, how can I explain this. Hold on, let me dig out an old post of mine.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:41 (twenty-one years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― hstencil (hstencil), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:43 (twenty-one years ago)
― teeny (teeny), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:45 (twenty-one years ago)
― n/a (Nick A.), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:47 (twenty-one years ago)
― hstencil (hstencil), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:48 (twenty-one years ago)
Wait! "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" is a lake song.
― andy --, Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:49 (twenty-one years ago)
And me? Well, I grew up near the sea, Navy family and all. I'm always used to the edge of the land, as I like to think of it. I like knowing that a continent ends. For me, some of the greatest and most intense personal pleasures of my life have been found while standing out on the edge of the sea, looking out across the ocean separating Olympic Peninsula from Vancouver Island while standing in the sunset on a western cliff on San Juan Island, or gazing out towards the Outer Hebrides from the Isle of Skye, right near the edge. These to me are personal, almost holy places -- societal programming via Romantic sensibilities and theories of the sublime, perhaps. But I cannot and will not deny the power and grace I feel there, where there is nothing but short trees if any, wind hissing through the grass, waves crashing on the shore and an endless blue vista reaching out to an infinity.
I got that yesterday, out on Taireoa (I hope I've spelled that right) Head at the end of Otago Peninsula. There the land and sea all blend, while the mainland of New Zealand is just right there -- the way down the water to Dunedin is a pocket of contained beauty, the founding of the city a logical consequence of colonial interest and personal practicality. I looked out, slightly to the north and west -- I could see sudden cliffs and mountains almost rising out of the water, and deeper inland the snow-covered mountains still there at the heart of the island, while the ocean swept out like a dream. Cormorants nested or flew in the air, and I was at perfect peace with everything. I could only imagine was a cold winter's night might be like, with howling winds and a storm rising, but my time there was quietly dramatic and haunting enough. Every last fantasy of building the ultimate getaway isolated from everything and surrounded on almost all sides by ocean came to mind -- a silly idea, of course. But not one to be ignored by my psyche, at the cost of denying who I am and what impulses I can feel.
And trust me, lakes have never given me that feeling -- not even Lake Superior.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― andy --, Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:52 (twenty-one years ago)
Although I'm sure there are many varied people in Carmel, I'm amusing myself right now with the notion that Ned's dad is Clint Eastwood.
― jaymc (jaymc), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:54 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:55 (twenty-one years ago)
Now you can't buy a tool shed for less than a million. No boho's anymore! Not even any dishwashers.
― andy --, Thursday, 31 March 2005 18:57 (twenty-one years ago)
― OleM (OleM), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:02 (twenty-one years ago)
― What we want? Sex with T.V. stars! What you want? Ian Riese-Moraine! (Eastern Ma, Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:05 (twenty-one years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:07 (twenty-one years ago)
― hstencil (hstencil), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:11 (twenty-one years ago)
― Jordan (Jordan), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:14 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pleasant Plains /// (Pleasant Plains ///), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:18 (twenty-one years ago)
― n/a (Nick A.), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:19 (twenty-one years ago)
― 57 7th (calstars), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:19 (twenty-one years ago)
― 57 7th (calstars), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:20 (twenty-one years ago)
― andy --, Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:28 (twenty-one years ago)
Well thank ya. One tries.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:39 (twenty-one years ago)
How many millions mention Doris Day?
― M. White (Miguelito), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:47 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 31 March 2005 19:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― scott seward (scott seward), Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:28 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― What we want? Sex with T.V. stars! What you want? Ian Riese-Moraine! (Eastern Ma, Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:34 (twenty-one years ago)
― scott seward (scott seward), Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:37 (twenty-one years ago)
― jellybean (jellybean), Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:41 (twenty-one years ago)
― Spencer Chow (spencermfi), Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:47 (twenty-one years ago)
Scott: I'll have to ponder this.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:50 (twenty-one years ago)
― phil-two (phil-two), Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:51 (twenty-one years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Thursday, 31 March 2005 20:53 (twenty-one years ago)
― Pleasant Plains /// (Pleasant Plains ///), Thursday, 31 March 2005 21:00 (twenty-one years ago)
I used to have an apartment that looked out over Boston Harbor. It was nice but at the end of the day it didn't matter to me at all that the ocean was less than a football field away from my building's front door; our entirely land-locked place in the close suburbs is much nicer.
― The Ghost of Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 31 March 2005 21:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― Trayce (trayce), Friday, 1 April 2005 00:04 (twenty-one years ago)
― jones (actual), Friday, 1 April 2005 00:13 (twenty-one years ago)
― jones (actual), Friday, 1 April 2005 00:14 (twenty-one years ago)
― ()ops (()()ps), Friday, 1 April 2005 00:15 (twenty-one years ago)
― j blount (papa la bas), Friday, 1 April 2005 01:00 (twenty-one years ago)
― Poundstretcher (nordicskilla), Friday, 1 April 2005 01:34 (twenty-one years ago)
― Poundstretcher (nordicskilla), Friday, 1 April 2005 01:35 (twenty-one years ago)
Superior at various points, Michigan up and down the coast in Wisconsin, Erie as well at one point I believe. Oh, and Ontario briefly. Yeah, they're big and all but just lack a certain something -- maybe it's the salt air.
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 1 April 2005 01:39 (twenty-one years ago)
― scott seward (scott seward), Friday, 1 April 2005 01:40 (twenty-one years ago)
do rivers count? chicago is near a lake, boston and new york near the ocean, in connecticut i wasn't *that* far from the coast, but in paris there was the seine and that's about it.
― Amateur(ist) (Amateur(ist)), Friday, 1 April 2005 01:42 (twenty-one years ago)
― I am that unhip, naive nobody you always avoid. (Dee the Lurker), Friday, 1 April 2005 04:05 (twenty-one years ago)
i am not one of the seven chinese brothers.
― hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 1 April 2005 05:03 (twenty-one years ago)
― VegemiteGrrl (VegemiteGrrl), Friday, 1 April 2005 05:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― VegemiteGrrl (VegemiteGrrl), Friday, 1 April 2005 05:39 (twenty-one years ago)
― gabbneb (gabbneb), Friday, 1 April 2005 06:29 (twenty-one years ago)
― ()ops (()()ps), Friday, 1 April 2005 06:33 (twenty-one years ago)
― hstencil (hstencil), Friday, 1 April 2005 06:38 (twenty-one years ago)
― Ed (dali), Friday, 1 April 2005 06:52 (twenty-one years ago)
oh wait, i went to the esplanade once. and i was told not to walk on the beach unless i wanted to step on a heorin needle... but there was a yummy italian ice cream place there
― phil-two (phil-two), Friday, 1 April 2005 09:26 (twenty-one years ago)