Saturday, October 31, 2009
To read more about gondolas in NYC, search "Central Park" in the upper left-hand corner of this blog.
At some point I ought to ask Andres about the meaning behind "LAMOTTA", which is written on the sheild.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Can you spot the gondola?
Here, let me help you.
Now can you see her?
This photo was taken on May 19th, 2008 during the launch of Sunset Gondolas' two new boats.
It was a great day, and I blogged a lot about it here. To read more about that day, check out:
Hoisting and Dipping and Dockside Preparations.
Venice has many iconic boats other than her trademark gondolas. In my mind the vaporetto and the water taxi come in second and third place, and I'm not sure which one is more recognizable than the other.
I know there are some who may view water taxis in Venice from a negative perspective. And while I'm certain we would witness a spirited debate if this were a chat board and I simply asked "gondola or water taxi", but I'm not here to foster such arguments right now.
Take a moment and feast your eyes on the beautifully varnished wood that makes these boats so picturesque and memorable.
Looking at the transom, we see that she's named the "Fosca". This water taxi has wood decks and structures above the rail, but she also has a white hull and a Volvo Penta powerplant - likely more reliable than the engines that traditionally powered these vessels.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
When Sean Jamieson of The Gondola Company near San Diego noticed one of his gondolas was experiencing the symptoms of a leak, he investigated further, and found a wooden boat owner's nightmare. Worms.
I've got to give Sean credit here for allowing me to post these photos. There are some problems we, as gondola owners, would rather not share.
I know Sean and have seen his tenacious approach to maintenance. If Sean can end up with something like this, any of us can.
Here's what the inside of the boat looked like when they first discovered that something wasn't right: Here's a close-up of the same spot: After some further poking and prodding, here's what they saw on the exterior of the hull: And a close-up: The culprits here are most likely members of the family Teredinidae. Sometimes refered to as "Teredo Worms", most folks in the english speaking world call them "Ship Worms" - a term used for several species of the waterborne pests.
Funny thing about these little buggers - they're not worms at all.
Venetians call them by another name, which when translated means "water termites". They do eat wood, but they're not termites, nor are they members of any insect family.
Believe it or not, Shipworms are bivalves; members of the same family as oysters and clams. They are similar in shape to worms, and their digestive tracts can metabolize wood somewhat like termites, but they are molluscs.
Once I bought a gondola which had a sort of "aftermarket keel" bolted on below the already fiberglassed hull. The previous owner didn't know about Shipworms, and within the first year I found myself removing what was left of that wooden keel.
It was one big slimy, stinky mess. As these things eat their way through the cellulose wood, they leave behind calcificate tubes which remind me of the interior of some oyster shells.
Here are a few photos taken after the gondola had been hauled out and further inspected.What started out as a small area of soft wood became a bigger problem.
But I can honestly say that there are few people west of the Atlantic as qualified to undertake such a repair.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
But once in a while we experience a shift. Normally the winds blow from the ocean, but when they start coming in from inland directions, everything changes.
Sailors call them "Santanas", most other folks know them as "Santa Ana winds".
Usually occurring in Fall or Winter, these winds bring warm, dry air, often fortified with dust, pollen, and everything else found in California's deserts.
I should have known they were coming when I awoke this morning and heard our windchimes getting beaten to death by the wind.
It doesn't usually get breezy until afternoon around here.
I should have known they were coming yesterday when my eyes were itchy and I couldn't stop sneezing.
I was pretty sure we had Santa Anas when I shoved off for my first cruise tonight and things just didn't seem right. When I saw a jet coming in to land at John Wayne Airport from the wrong direction, I knew.
I've said for years, that "when the planes are landing in the wrong direction, everything else is weird and backwards".
So tonight was one of those nights. I met up with my friendly competitor on the water tonight and we both said "did you order these winds?", then we both laughed.
When you're a gondolier in Newport Harbor, and you operate long enough, you get every single square foot of the harbor memorized. Most of our routing is based on winds, so when they shift in the opposite direction, it can really confuse things.
I've seen these winds for sixteen years, tonight was among the more extreme. It may not have been so in other parts of Southern California, but in Newport it was a "Bizarro Wind Night".
By "Bizarro" I'm referring to the term made popular by DC Comics where something is either twisted or opposite.
Tonight's winds were both.
Lance Armstrong once wrote:
"Pain is temporary, quitting lasts forever"
and while you can't just quit when you're pushing a 36 foot gondola up a veritable wind-tunnel with a single oar, the frustration, muscle fatigue, and other negatives may make you want to quit.
No can do.
Gotta row - harder than ever.
I made it through the evening's cruises, got good tips, and became a better rower because of it.
Another quote I recently heard comes from Woody Harrelson in the movie "Zombieland"
And while it isn't nearly as eloquent as Lance Armstrong's, it was fitting tonight.
"Time to nut-up or shut-up!"
From deep in the hear of "what the heck?" country, I give you...
Venice in Lego!
They actually did a pretty good job with most of it. Here's another view of the Piazza:
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
In the interest of "doing it right", the GSVVM chose to wait a month or so to hold the varo because the committee wanted to have it on a Sunday that didn't conflict with any other regate or other special events.
Along with the launch of this special boat, and enjoying a great feast, the club had a couple regate of their own; one for mascarete and one racing gondole.
Nereo has just put all of the varo photos in one post on his blog.
Check it out, leave comments!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
I mentioned in a previous post that the Regata Storica is appealing to Venetians because the competitors are locals.
One other draw to mention though, is that there are categories, men, women, boys, groups and clubs. There's a good chance that you'll identify with someone in the field.
The women's regata is a big favorite.
Women have been racing in Venice for centuries.
The first recorded women's regata took place in 1493.
Here are a couple photos shot by our favorite member of Venetian nobility:
Friday, October 23, 2009
Times photographer Greg Pearson caught some great images of the send-off.
See all 21 photos here.
As part of the varo celebration, the GSVVM laid out a feast worthy of a Venetian rowing club.
Nereo Zane sent me this photo with the following quote:
"I've attached a photo of the roasted pork we ate for lunch as second course: more than 1.5 meters in lenght and 90kilos in weight!"
That's club president Bepi Penzo in the background sharing his opinion about the size of the pig (or so I would guess).
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I wasn't driving a Black Trans-Am with a big Firebird sticker on the hood, but that didn't stop me from thinking about the movie and pretending I was Burt Reynolds.
We got sun for a awhile, after that the clouds hung low, behaving themselves until about the state line.
A little rain fell on the windshield, reinforcing my belief in Murphy's Law. After finding the Lake Patrol base, we launched the gondola, secured her for the night, and went to dinner.
I'm currently eating a paneed chicken over spicy crawfish linguini.
We're pretty far north, but it's definitely Louisiana.
Tonight we eat because tomorrow we row.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The Boy Scout council in the Shreveport/Bossier area will be holding their annual Scout-o-rama on Saturday, and to direct attention to that event, we will hold a gondola expedition on Friday.
The weather and river conditions have truly conspired against us this time, and forced a change of venue for the expedition. I am nonetheless, quite happy to be doing what I can to help out the Scouts, and look forward to the row.
This time I'll be rowing with Matthew Schenk - the current manager of my Irving operation. It will be his first opportunity to take part in an expedition, so the easier venue of Cross Lake is probably a better choice. I am really looking forward to rowing with Matt.
Whatever the case, I will probably find myself at one point or another, looking longingly at the heavily swolen Red River, with it's rushing current and large amounts of debris shooting by.
I'll probably say to Matt:
"You know, if we really wanted to, we could probably still row that river".
But it's not about me, it's about the Scouts.
Tomorrow we'll haul the Rosa out of the water and trailer her up from Texas to Northern Louisiana, and prepare for the row on Friday.
Good night my friends,
The winds were steady but respectful. Sometimes the winds give no consideration to a gondolier, treating him like a second-class citizen, but last night the wind seemed to say "I understand your effort, and while I still need to gust here and there, I respect you. Have a great evening".
The sky was clear, and after the sun touched down in the distance, we began to notice a thumbnail moon.
The progression of colors passed through to whole spectrum, at one point treating us with purple water under a burnt-orange sky.
The only unfortunate thing:
there's no way my camera could truly capture the magic of the perfect moment.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Several months ago I ordered some remi from Franco Furlanetto in Venice. It wasn't urgent, so he took his time, did things the way they ought to be done, and waited for shipping rates to go down before sending. Nereo Zane was amazingly helpful in expediting the process and handling translation matters.
Today was "delivery truck day".
It's like Christmas for a gondola fanatic.
It's nice to have the luxury of time. I've ordered remi and forcole in the past and had to deal with meeting a deadline - no fun, and not easy when the US Customs is involved. I was happy to see things progress without any stress.
I don't really have anything against the customs people, but unfortunately sometimes it seems like they have issues with me. In fairness, however, I must point out that when I order remi, they are shipped in a very long box that's fairly heavy. One time I had a comedic exchange with an inspector who pointed out that "a long heavy box could contain one of many dangerous things".
Think about it:
bazookas, rocket propelled grenades, even the rifled barrel for an artillery piece could conceivably rest in such a box. Sure, they'd probably be heavier, but why would anyone want to take a chance?
Because of the vigilant work of our customs officials, I have yet to receive anything from Italy in a box that hasn't been in some way "examined".
Now "examination" usually involves opening the box to look inside. Sometimes they use tools in the proper way, other times they just crowbar the lid off with little concern for what might be inside.
This time the end was crunched in. It wasn't much, looked like "shipping damage", but the more likely story is that someone examining the box felt like this hole was big enough to shine a flashlight in to make sure there were no surface-to-air missiles being shipped to Newport Beach.
Opening the box, I saw 18 beautiful new remi, neatly wrapped in groups of three and nestled together with the care and pride only a Venetian would put into shipping something like this.
It's a mixture of several scents, that combine to make one, unmistakable memory.
If you've ever been in a remer's shop, you know the smell.
No damage. Everything looked great.
I asked him to send me a photo. Turns out we've got something better to look at.
Here's a newsclip from KSTP channel 5.
Love the hat John!
I suppose I should begin this post with a general "thank you" to everybody for not saying:
"Hey Greg, why haven't you posted anything on that pupparin lately?"
This is proof positive that all of my readers are patient, well-mannered, and of the highest caliber.
Either that or nobody reads my blog anymore.
After some thought, I'm going with the first option,
because it certainly makes me feel better than the second.
Well I'm happy to announce that our favorite pupparin was just launched on October 11th, with an eventful launch ceremony, known as a "varo".
I don't know why the club waited so long to launch the boat, but when they did, they made sure it was done right.
Here are some photos of the boat just prior to launch:
That's Maestro Marcuzzi on the left.
The guy sure knows how to build a boat.
Monday, October 19, 2009
In previous posts I've mentioned racing gondolas, and someday I hope to catch this race on video so I can post it here.
Meanwhile Nereo Zane got a couple great shots of this year's race.
There are few things as cool as a four-man gondola moving at full speed; she almost looks like she's planing.
If you look in the background of both photos you'll see an interesting red caorlina with a hard canopy.
There may be more than one, but I think that's the same boat I've seen working out of the San Toma traghetto. In 2000 my family and I rode as passengers on an evening cruise up the Grand Canal as part of their "Concert in Gondola".
The red caorlina had a string quartet and an opera soprano on board. Several of San Toma's gondolas cruised alongside while the quartet played a mix of Vivaldi favorites and pieces the soprano could sing to.
Now here's another caorlina moving along quite nicely.
It's not part of a race, but those guys look pretty determined.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
I spent my day in and around town, always in the bright sunshine. It was hot, like in August at times.
By the time I dressed for my 6pm gondola cruise, the choice was automatic: summer pants and the striped shirt with shortsleeves.
On my way out the door I was sure to grab my sunglasses as well.
The weather has been turning toward Fall lately, but today Summer came back...in most parts of town.
As I drove down to the docks, the sun was shining, I was actually considering putting a little sunscreen on my nose. Next thing I knew I was driving under clouds and into a fog.
Setting up the boat, I joked with fellow gondoliers about how the fog had snuck in. Everyone agreed that it had been sunny everywhere else but by the water.
We call it a "marine layer". It's usually caused by a temperature inversion, and it's quite common around here, but tonight's was especially thick.
My passengers and I enjoyed the refreshing moisture in the air, and with the occasional concern over getting in a collision with another vessel, I loved rowing in the fog tonight.
Here are a few shots I took from the poppa:
Two gondoliers from my friendly competitor make their way under the Newport Boulevard Bridge.
Gondolier Steve Olvey waves from the back of the Serena Lee. Those new halogen nav-lights are nice and bright.
Joe Munday approaches, driving his Crystal Swan...
...and heads off into the night.