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This morning I wake in a cabin, looking up into stained glass showing a sailboat among anchors and seahorses. The FreeLoader’s Rest is a heavenly refuge, with real hospitality to warm the heart. The cabin is connected to an actual sailboat, with stairs leading up into the hull, a table and small bed at the fo’csle, and mini-portholes lining the roof. It’s raining; the wind blows through tall trees outside. The Friday Harbor ferry has changed over to the Fall schedule, and a new season is upon us. I grab the old 70’s black and white video camera salvaged by another guest here, and take a few brief shots of the quirks of the cabin. Realizing the lens has a hair and some black dust spots on it, I remove the outer lens and clear it away, but I may have to crack it open to get the remainder of the debris. Haven’t checked the audio yet. Still, it feels good to get this acquisition: a video diary which doubles as a black and white VCR. As I adjust to the isolation of this place, there is a desire to get creative, to make up the distance by broadcasting and sending out a signal. I struggle a bit with being marooned here - but the antidote is immersion into media and intellectual pursuits. I will spend more time writing, being creative, and making my own entertainment again. I’ve been e-chatting from my studio at The Whale Mausoleum; I enjoy sitting in the haunted widow’s peak of the town, the best vantage of vessel traffic in and out of port, with the city webcam showing the view from the roof. I’ll want to make this place a hub of technology, streaming media both in and out of here, expanding worldwide reach as well as draw.