Mettle Maker + Link Love = About Freakin' Time

This sweet little blog has been without a Mettle Maker or some Internet Lovin' for too long....way, WAY too long...

First, let's make some Mettle...

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P!nk Lyrics.  I'm in.  (Plus, it keeps with my whole, I'M ON FIRE! theme...)

Now let's snuggle with the world wide web...

Yes!  I believe this!  When something doesn't feel right....stop.

I really wanted to take some early morning advice from Amy this trip.  So far, I've been waking up 10 minutes before I need to be on the bridge.  Fail.

Anyone who has lived in New England for any amount of time has had an encounter with a Mass-Hole that has stuck with them.  If you know and love any Mass-Holes you might think  this is hilarious.

I'm still working on my 2013 intentions.  I know!  I have them all set and then I make changes.  Elise compares Goals and To Do's.  Good Read!

Just a cool image.  That's all.

A VERY belated tribute to Senator Inouye.  Merchant Marines will miss your staunch support of the Jones Act.

Bathroom Basket round up.  Nuff Said.

Stephen King has written a book on Gun Control.  Haven't read it but I imagine it's good.

This is a perfect example of wonderful things.  Actually, I don't know what this is an example of....but I want a coat just like it!

I don't know how I'd feel about living in a container (do a trip on a container ship and let me know if you'd live in one...) but, I might be okay with living in this one.

I love me a good travel blog - here's a kick ass roundup of some of the best.

I've actually been thinking about this meal (and kinda craving it) and I've never had it.  Seriously, I think about it.  It was posted after I joined the ship so, sadly It'll have to wait until April to be made...

Those links should keep you busy for awhile.  Enjoy!

M.L.I.S.W. :: Queen of Overshare

I'm the Queen of Overshare.  Seriously. This isn't a 'traditional' My Life Is So Weird moment.  Nope, this is one where I basically tell you about how I overshared at the dinner table.  Also, there is swearing.

Sitting around the table in our last East Coast port.  I'm wolfing down dinner before I have to run back out on deck.  I'm eating with the Chief Engineer and the First Assistant Engineer.

ME:  You guys...I'm soooo tired.

THEM:  Yeah Mate, don't worry we'll be out to sea soon...

ME:  You guys....I'm sooo tried that I'm disgustingly filthy...

THEM:  *blank stares*

ME:  Whenever I get back to my cabin I just don't feel like taking a shower...I'm just too tired to wash my hair.

THEM:  *blank stares*

ME:  Now my sheets are dirty.  They're my favorite sheets too.

THEM:  *blank stares*

ME:  I went to bed with a chocolate chip cookie last night.  I must have rolled over a chocolate chip by accident because now it looks like I shit my bed.

FIRST:  That's my kinda GIRL!

ME:  Now I'm just paranoid that the Coast Guard is going to board the vessel and inspect rooms...and they'll think I shit my bed...

Currently, I'm being teased non stop about chocolate chip cookies.  The Captain finally piped up and was wondering what the jokes were all about...the Chief Engineer kindly filled him in...

CAPTAIN:  I don't get the jokes...

CHIEF:  The Mate had a cookie incident.

ME:  I rolled over a chocolate chip in bed and now it looks like I shit myself.

CAPTAIN:  Aaaah...just a little morsel schmear...

ALL:  *Hysterical Laughter*

 

New to Nautiemermate?  That's cool.  My Life Is So Weird moments are those moments that you couldn't make up if you tried.....you can read more of them here.

Mason Jars. Carrot Juice. Sunshine.

This blog needs some happy.  Let's talk about Mason Jars. I brought Mason Jars to work with me this trip.

I'm kicking myself.  HARD.  I should have brought jars to work years ago.

They make life awesome.  Totally awesome.

I have a jug of carrot juice left over from port.  I've been drinking carrot juice out of jars on the bridge wing.  AWESOME.

I have some lime juice.  I squeeze a little into ships water (which always tastes a little funny) and drink it out of my jar during watch.  AWESOME.

I have yougurt, mango puree and, cardamom powder.  I blend it up and make mango lassi's which I put in jars for my shipmates at afternoon coffee.  AWESOME.

When I have left overs I just seal them right up.  AWESOME.

I'm telling you, they make life just the tiniest bit more wonderful.  They also are just pretty - especially when the light hits them on the bridge.

carrot juice and sunshine.

You totally wanna see another photo right?  Except this time you want it to be more artsy with a slightly out of focus ocean in the background...

I can do artsy mason jar photos of carrot juice at sea.

Mason Jars = Awesome.

Also, THIS:

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Because Sunrises are also Awesome.

My MEOW is 'effin FIERCE.

I have been having a really hard time sitting down and writing lately and, I think it's because I've had something weighing on my mind. I've been asked a lot - I mean I always get asked:  What's it like to be a woman at sea?

My answer is different every single time.

Sometimes I laugh through my response.  Sometimes I'm a little more serious.  Sometimes I barely acknowledge the question was asked.  Sometimes (when I'm with my best girl friends) I'll let my guard down a bit and open up.

Mostly I stick with a standard answer:  the one where I say, 'yes there have been some challenges but I've really never had any issues'.

...and that's mostly true.

I'd like to talk more about being a Lady Sailor but, I really just don't know what to say.

The closer I look at my situation the more I'm convinced that it's really not as different as it seems.

There are days when it's hard and I cry.  There are days when I feel like I'm doing everything alone - I feel completely overwhelmed - I feel like there is no way anyone could possibly understand what it's like.  There are days when I wake up full of energy and feel like I can take on the world.  There are days when I feel so incredibly blessed to live the life I do.  There are days I think I've made a terrible, terrible mistake.

Not so different from any other 30 year old trying to find her way in this crazy world, right?

Here's the thing...

Being a Lady Sailor has irrevocably changed me.  It's shaped who I've become and is currently shaping who I'm becoming.

Between the ages of 22-27 I was the only female sailor on my ship.  For six months a year I'd work solely with men however; I think the greater impact (on myself personally) was that I was completely devoid of female companionship.  Sometimes, I'd go up to three months without seeing another woman.  (I chose those years because I feel those are the ones that affected me most.  I've been the sole female at other ages / times as well.  I should also mention there are times when I've sailed with other women but, thats a different story for a different day.)

How could that not change the way you view the world?  How could that not change how you view male / female relationships?  How could that not change how you view yourself?

The problem is:  being a woman at sea isn't too different from being a man at sea in most regards and certainly, being a woman at sea is no different than a woman pushing herself to try new things and places herself in unchartered waters except, people don't want to hear that.  (Did you like the nautical play on words there?)

It seems like when I get asked The Question people want The Answer.

They want me to say, 'I'm a tough, strong, capable woman.  You should hear me ROAR.  It's loud.  I have a really LOUD ROAR.  Louder than the average Woman's ROAR.  My ROAR is louder than others because I am extraordinarily fierce...because I work with ALL OF THE MEN!'.

They want me to be a feminist.  They want me to believe that women can do anything and be anything.  They want me to tell them that I have to work harder than others.  They want me to tell them that I go out there and kick some sailor butt.

Except, for me personally, those things aren't all true.  I can't (in good conscious) tell them that.

I don't think that I've had to work harder.  I don't have to kick sailor butt.  I think that I'm not more of a feminist than a stay at home mom.  Here's the doozy....I don't think sailing is a good fit for most women.

In fact, most times, my ROAR probably sounds more like a meow and....who the 'eff cares?!

What's it like to be a woman sailor?

It's like you have a job.  It's like you wake up when your alarm goes off and you have to get your ass out of bed.  It's like you're hungry so now you better go get yourself something to eat.  It's like this guy is a dick gosh, it sucks to work with dicks.  It's like I like to paint my toenails pink - so I do.  It's like who the 'eff cares.

I'm going to start talking more about being a lady sailor because it's time.  Because I know now, more than I've ever known before, that being a lady sailor is just another thing to talk about.  Because I know now, that being a lady sailor doesn't have to make you a poster girl for feminism.  Because I know now, that being a lady sailor doesn't have to mean anything I don't want it to.

Because I know now more than I've ever known before that it doesn't matter whether you can ROAR loudly.  Sometimes I meow and it's 'effin fierce.

 

This was one of those posts.  The ones where you can't stop writing but you are super duper nervous about what people will think when they read it....so you don't proofread it and you hit publish anyways.  This was one of those posts where you have to make an italic disclaimer that these thoughts / opinions / feelings are yours alone and should certainly not be confused as anything other than just that - I'm sure there are many, many lady sailors that would totally disagree with everything I've just written.

Nautie Books :: Let's Chat About Henrietta Lacks

January's Book The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks was a doozy wasn't it?  Thank goodness I had already read it because, I'm certain I wouldn't have been able to while in port for most of the month! Minus the fact that it was of a serious nature did you enjoy it?  Did you learn something?  Are you still struggling to finish?

The Author, Rebecca Skloot has thoughtfully provided reading group resources and I think it might be beneficial if we use some of her Readers Guide questions to help guide a more productive discussion of the book.

I've selected a few to help us get started:

7. As a journalist, Skloot is careful to present the encounter between the Lacks family and the world of medicine without taking sides. Since readers bring their own experiences and opinions to the text, some may feel she took the scientists’ side, while others may feel she took the family’s side.What are your feelings about this? Does your opinion fall on one side or the other, or somewhere in the middle, and why?

9. In 1976, when Mike Rogers’s Rolling Stone article was printed, many viewed it as a story about race (see page 197 for reference). How do you think public interpretation might have been different if the piece had been published at the time of Henrietta’s death in 1951? How is this different from the way her story is being interpreted today? How do you think Henrietta’s experiences with the medical system would have been different had she been a white woman? What about Elsie’s fate?

10. Consider Deborah’s comment on page 276: “Like I’m always telling my brothers, if you gonna go into history, you can’t do it with a hate attitude. You got to remember, times was different.” Is it possible to approach history from an objective point of view? If so, how and why is this important, especially in the context of Henrietta’s story?

11. Deborah says, “But I always have thought it was strange, if our mother cells done so much for medicine, how come her family can’t afford to see no doctors? Don’t make no sense” (page 9). Should the family be financially compensated for the HeLa cells? If so, who do you believe that money should come from? Do you feel the Lackses deserve health insurance even though they can’t afford it? How would you respond if you were in their situation?

(The rest of the questions can be found here.)

This book stuck with me for awhile.  It had me thinking about American History in ways I hadn't ever considered.

I'll add these questions to a new forum topic so that those of you who are shy can keep your thoughts out of the comments.

Chat Away, Nautie Friends!

Confused about Nautie Books?  Don't be!  Read a bit on how it all began the first book we discussed and how Nautie Books became an official thang.  

An AMEN of sorts.

It's Official.   US East Coast, you kicked my ass.

20 days.  3 ports.  16 days in port.

Whew.

The good news?  I'm back at sea....It's About Freakin' Time!

I came up to the bridge at 0545 - I grabbed a cup of coffee - relieved the watch - and watched the sun rise.  If that's not an AMEN of sorts I really don't know what is.

The icing on the cake?  Busting out Big Bertha for some cloud photos.  Yesss....

I turned the deck gang to at 0800 and then I snuck off to read my book and no, NO I DON'T FEEL GUILTY!

 

Morning Clouds