Dinghy Dreams

Ok, first things first: Dinghy Dreams. What are they? Well, to begin: I wasn't raised by a sailor, I have never actually been in a dinghy (go figure...), and I don't even like alliteration (okay, that's a lie-I f-ing love it). But, I do love water: from the ocean, the sea, the rain, the river I was raised on, all the way to the Brita filter in my fridge. I also love solitude. Well, solitude in the sense that it's safe, and surrounded by activity (read: the millions of organisms, mammals, and three headed "experiments", that happily thrive in the ocean). Yet, I likewise fear the risk of insanity this accompanies solitude. I've had enough fisherman friends that relie on their bottle of allan's to get through the 12-hour solo shift. But we're not even talking about boating here at all actually. Dinghy dreams is about floating along an ocean of chaos towards the metaphorical shore of destiny...making mental notes along the way...