Category Archives: By The Minute

Mostly just for me to remember later, I want to look a couple of these up.

Especially this one.

“does not sound like music” makes me hope there’s a good audio recording somewhere on the internet. At a museum type thing at fisherman’s warf.

But they couldn’t help themselves.

Disappointed that our view is as always the Starboard side. Fortunately Brian and Julian’s view from across the hall feels a bit more like being on a ship.

Walking around the ship while somewhere of the coast of California.

Still images just aren’t doing it justice. The slowly moving fog was a really fun sensation. Swirling Mist wrapping around the stanchions and railings was actually somewhat mesmerizing.

Of course, if you’re not prepared, the fog horn going off every couple of minutes will really surprise you! (I actually feel sorry for people with cabins on the upper decks in the bow, that’s gotta be a bit annoying, thing in LOUD)

Down on deck 4 with this view, and seeing the waves over the rail, was where bev’s declared “NOW it feels like being on a proper ship”

I’ve heard of rats on a ship, but a bunny seemed out of place.

We’ve seen a number of ships go by today. Quite a busy highway, this great Columbia River of ours. You can see them in the distance out beyond the bridge, parked, I assume, waiting for their turn or their Pilot.

At a certain point today they all went from facing down-stream to facing up-stream. Were were in an antique shop at the time, and so I don’t know if they were powered into a new position, or are simply acting as weather-vanes for the current. Something to investigate.

As an aside, the Astoria post office doesn’t have an automatic terminal, and so there appears to be nowhere in town to buy a stamp on a weekend. Ah, that authentic small-town feel.

Fellow 99% Invisible listeners, and my grandmother, would be proud to know that I scoured the area looking for a plaque to describe this thing.

Finding none, I was disappointed to never be able to know. There isn’t even something describing what used to be here.

Julian decided that it’s purpose was obvious: a fish-gut cannon, (correction: “pump”) which would take the unused parts of the fish and launch them back into the ocean in a fire-boat-like stream. (with a sound that is both wet and fleshy at the same time)

This seems unlikely.

Brian then accused me of not knowing how to take “correct” picture, so here is a landscape aligned photo to please him:

A far less interesting framing, I say.

Good morning, welcome to lovely Astoria Oregon. Slightly more Pixelated than I remember.

OH wait, we found the real version of the virtual view. Looks normal.

I woke up this morning, looked at my phone, which told me that it was 2:07pm. That seemed startling, but in the dark room with no other timekeeping device I decided to open the curtains and look out the virtual window. I was pleasantly surprised to see a sunrise. Amazing how much my brain instantly trusted that virtual view.

Bev’s discovered a soft serve machine. Apparently I am bad at dispensing soft serve. The entire discussion, quickly summarized, in her exact words: “yours looks like poop.” In the background, classing up this strange discussion, is the southern tip of Whitby Island

That’s right, a virtual balcony! Complete with curtains when you don’t want the light bothering you. (no, there’s no switch or controls, it’s just a big monitor for a camera outside.) Feeling fancy!