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@ccohanlon.merveilles.town.ap.brid.gy
vagabond. sea-dweller. diarist. wreck.
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"So here is us, on the raggedy edge."
– from the film Serenity (2005)
#nobots
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https://ccohanlon.tumblr.com/about
"So here is us, on the raggedy edge."
– from the film Serenity (2005)
#nobots
🌉 bridged from ⁂ https://merveilles.town/@ccohanlon, follow @ap.brid.gy to interact
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"I found God at a gas station in Nissedal
Now I’m siphoning gas here in Niflheim
There’s a radio tower on the heath
Amongst the cows with their GPS trackers..."
Just posted to Burning House Press, as part of my November gig as guest editor: three poems by fellow Merveillean @brisling, whose […]
Now I’m siphoning gas here in Niflheim
There’s a radio tower on the heath
Amongst the cows with their GPS trackers..."
Just posted to Burning House Press, as part of my November gig as guest editor: three poems by fellow Merveillean @brisling, whose […]
Anton Newcombe, leader of the The Brian Jonestown Massacre, was one of my more unlikely acquaintances in Berlin. His recording studio was just a few blocks from my apartment, north-west of Nordbahnhof, where affluent Mitte began to meld with the predominantly […]
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November 24, 2025 at 7:08 PM
Anton Newcombe, leader of the The Brian Jonestown Massacre, was one of my more unlikely acquaintances in Berlin. His recording studio was just a few blocks from my apartment, north-west of Nordbahnhof, where affluent Mitte began to meld with the predominantly […]
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Please welcome my friend @lizcullinane — Irish artist, writer, and researcher — to the fediverse and follow her, if you're inclined.
I've just published her short fiction in Burning House Press, and it's an exceptional debut.
https://burninghousepress.com/2025/11/17/original-sin-by-liz-cullinane/
I've just published her short fiction in Burning House Press, and it's an exceptional debut.
https://burninghousepress.com/2025/11/17/original-sin-by-liz-cullinane/
Original Sin by Liz Cullinane
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November 23, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Please welcome my friend @lizcullinane — Irish artist, writer, and researcher — to the fediverse and follow her, if you're inclined.
I've just published her short fiction in Burning House Press, and it's an exceptional debut.
https://burninghousepress.com/2025/11/17/original-sin-by-liz-cullinane/
I've just published her short fiction in Burning House Press, and it's an exceptional debut.
https://burninghousepress.com/2025/11/17/original-sin-by-liz-cullinane/
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It's all an illusion.
November 22, 2025 at 2:43 PM
It's all an illusion.
"I found God at a gas station in Nissedal
Now I’m siphoning gas here in Niflheim
There’s a radio tower on the heath
Amongst the cows with their GPS trackers..."
Just posted to Burning House Press, as part of my November gig as guest editor: three poems by fellow Merveillean @brisling, whose […]
Now I’m siphoning gas here in Niflheim
There’s a radio tower on the heath
Amongst the cows with their GPS trackers..."
Just posted to Burning House Press, as part of my November gig as guest editor: three poems by fellow Merveillean @brisling, whose […]
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merveilles.town
November 22, 2025 at 12:51 PM
"I found God at a gas station in Nissedal
Now I’m siphoning gas here in Niflheim
There’s a radio tower on the heath
Amongst the cows with their GPS trackers..."
Just posted to Burning House Press, as part of my November gig as guest editor: three poems by fellow Merveillean @brisling, whose […]
Now I’m siphoning gas here in Niflheim
There’s a radio tower on the heath
Amongst the cows with their GPS trackers..."
Just posted to Burning House Press, as part of my November gig as guest editor: three poems by fellow Merveillean @brisling, whose […]
A big swell driven by force 7 gusts is causing Wrack to pitch violently and snatch at its lines. A length of timber capping on the gunwhale has split and we're increasing a wrapping of cotton rags around the lines to absorb the shock loads.
November 22, 2025 at 11:49 AM
A big swell driven by force 7 gusts is causing Wrack to pitch violently and snatch at its lines. A length of timber capping on the gunwhale has split and we're increasing a wrapping of cotton rags around the lines to absorb the shock loads.
Happy birthday @somnius
November 22, 2025 at 7:02 AM
Happy birthday @somnius
Winter has found its way to the southern coast of Sardinia. Last night, the temperature dropped to 8ºC and this morning we wake to grim skies, heavy rain, and a mistral gusting 25 knots across the deck. A thin layer of condensation coats all the hatches, portlights and deckhead linings, and our […]
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merveilles.town
November 22, 2025 at 4:06 AM
Winter has found its way to the southern coast of Sardinia. Last night, the temperature dropped to 8ºC and this morning we wake to grim skies, heavy rain, and a mistral gusting 25 knots across the deck. A thin layer of condensation coats all the hatches, portlights and deckhead linings, and our […]
A striong mistral, rain squalls, and a short, steep swell rolling inside the harbour's eastern breakwater. Sudden, violent lurches below deck as Wrack is snubbed by doubled bowlines.
November 22, 2025 at 12:21 AM
A striong mistral, rain squalls, and a short, steep swell rolling inside the harbour's eastern breakwater. Sudden, violent lurches below deck as Wrack is snubbed by doubled bowlines.
A good friend, Peter Stridh, is sailing 40 nautical miles from the Gulf of Teulada, in south-western Sardinia to join my wife and me in the port of Cagliari. He is, like us, a vagabond – a Swedish-born surfer, permaculturalist, and artist, who took to the sea […]
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November 19, 2025 at 3:19 PM
A good friend, Peter Stridh, is sailing 40 nautical miles from the Gulf of Teulada, in south-western Sardinia to join my wife and me in the port of Cagliari. He is, like us, a vagabond – a Swedish-born surfer, permaculturalist, and artist, who took to the sea […]
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The first gelid tendrils of winter have reached Cagliari.
The temperature has dropped to 12ºC inside the boat. I've donned a hoody and I'm just about to burrow deep in between two duck down duvets and a few pillows. Don't bother me until spring comes 'round again.
Given reminds me that I've […]
The temperature has dropped to 12ºC inside the boat. I've donned a hoody and I'm just about to burrow deep in between two duck down duvets and a few pillows. Don't bother me until spring comes 'round again.
Given reminds me that I've […]
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merveilles.town
November 18, 2025 at 9:24 PM
The first gelid tendrils of winter have reached Cagliari.
The temperature has dropped to 12ºC inside the boat. I've donned a hoody and I'm just about to burrow deep in between two duck down duvets and a few pillows. Don't bother me until spring comes 'round again.
Given reminds me that I've […]
The temperature has dropped to 12ºC inside the boat. I've donned a hoody and I'm just about to burrow deep in between two duck down duvets and a few pillows. Don't bother me until spring comes 'round again.
Given reminds me that I've […]
In the North Pacific ocean, there were two approaches to boatbuilding. The Aleuts (and their kayak-building relatives) lived on barren, treeless islands and built their vessels by piecing together skeletal frameworks from fragments of beach-combed wood. The Tlingit (and their dugout […]
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merveilles.town
November 18, 2025 at 7:29 PM
In the North Pacific ocean, there were two approaches to boatbuilding. The Aleuts (and their kayak-building relatives) lived on barren, treeless islands and built their vessels by piecing together skeletal frameworks from fragments of beach-combed wood. The Tlingit (and their dugout […]
The first works of my month-long guest editorship of Burning House Press (UK) have just been uploaded. New works will be added every couple of days until the end of this month:
Submissions around my loose theme of Journeys are open for one more week.
https://burninghousepress.com/
Submissions around my loose theme of Journeys are open for one more week.
https://burninghousepress.com/
November 17, 2025 at 7:17 PM
The first works of my month-long guest editorship of Burning House Press (UK) have just been uploaded. New works will be added every couple of days until the end of this month:
Submissions around my loose theme of Journeys are open for one more week.
https://burninghousepress.com/
Submissions around my loose theme of Journeys are open for one more week.
https://burninghousepress.com/
"Itʻs in the blackness, itʻs in the cloudiness, itʻs in the times that arenʻt easy that you grow, that you become the best.”
– Nainoa Thompson, Hawaiian traditional navigator
– Nainoa Thompson, Hawaiian traditional navigator
November 17, 2025 at 11:54 AM
"Itʻs in the blackness, itʻs in the cloudiness, itʻs in the times that arenʻt easy that you grow, that you become the best.”
– Nainoa Thompson, Hawaiian traditional navigator
– Nainoa Thompson, Hawaiian traditional navigator
"...with winter looming, and assuming successful outcomes of further cardiology (for both Given and me) in Rome, we will likely begin a fourth year aboard Wrack, ignoring the challenges of an old age without any assets and sustained income, and waning […]
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November 16, 2025 at 12:22 AM
"...with winter looming, and assuming successful outcomes of further cardiology (for both Given and me) in Rome, we will likely begin a fourth year aboard Wrack, ignoring the challenges of an old age without any assets and sustained income, and waning […]
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One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, “What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?”
Rachel Carson, from The Sense of Wonder, 1965
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Just before the first time I ever crossed an ocean under sail, I had to fly […]
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Rachel Carson, from The Sense of Wonder, 1965
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Just before the first time I ever crossed an ocean under sail, I had to fly […]
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November 14, 2025 at 7:21 AM
One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, “What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?”
Rachel Carson, from The Sense of Wonder, 1965
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Just before the first time I ever crossed an ocean under sail, I had to fly […]
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Rachel Carson, from The Sense of Wonder, 1965
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Just before the first time I ever crossed an ocean under sail, I had to fly […]
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The wind has picked up— a low hum through the rigging, the hull rocking gently in the strongest gusts.
Some nights, it feels like my wife and I are holed up inside an old vardo or shepherd's hut in an isolated stopping place somewhere, precariously sheltered but less vulnerable because we're […]
Some nights, it feels like my wife and I are holed up inside an old vardo or shepherd's hut in an isolated stopping place somewhere, precariously sheltered but less vulnerable because we're […]
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merveilles.town
November 14, 2025 at 6:44 AM
The wind has picked up— a low hum through the rigging, the hull rocking gently in the strongest gusts.
Some nights, it feels like my wife and I are holed up inside an old vardo or shepherd's hut in an isolated stopping place somewhere, precariously sheltered but less vulnerable because we're […]
Some nights, it feels like my wife and I are holed up inside an old vardo or shepherd's hut in an isolated stopping place somewhere, precariously sheltered but less vulnerable because we're […]
Woke late to a cool, hard scirocco and clear skies — and a large contusion on my right shin, a painful bone bruise that I haven't a clue how I sustained.
I have bruises everywhere since the cardiologist at the hospital in Rome prescribed a long-term anti coagulant after my arterial procedure.
I have bruises everywhere since the cardiologist at the hospital in Rome prescribed a long-term anti coagulant after my arterial procedure.
November 13, 2025 at 6:39 PM
Woke late to a cool, hard scirocco and clear skies — and a large contusion on my right shin, a painful bone bruise that I haven't a clue how I sustained.
I have bruises everywhere since the cardiologist at the hospital in Rome prescribed a long-term anti coagulant after my arterial procedure.
I have bruises everywhere since the cardiologist at the hospital in Rome prescribed a long-term anti coagulant after my arterial procedure.
(From a Berlin notebook, 2017)
I had no intention of bicycling in the snow, this winter. I started riding just seven months ago to stave off the inevitable corrosion of old age. I have no tolerance of cold. I grew up on the beaches of Sydney, where anything below 15ºC is thought of as gelid. In […]
I had no intention of bicycling in the snow, this winter. I started riding just seven months ago to stave off the inevitable corrosion of old age. I have no tolerance of cold. I grew up on the beaches of Sydney, where anything below 15ºC is thought of as gelid. In […]
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November 13, 2025 at 8:56 AM
(From a Berlin notebook, 2017)
I had no intention of bicycling in the snow, this winter. I started riding just seven months ago to stave off the inevitable corrosion of old age. I have no tolerance of cold. I grew up on the beaches of Sydney, where anything below 15ºC is thought of as gelid. In […]
I had no intention of bicycling in the snow, this winter. I started riding just seven months ago to stave off the inevitable corrosion of old age. I have no tolerance of cold. I grew up on the beaches of Sydney, where anything below 15ºC is thought of as gelid. In […]
"One belongs to the whole world, not just one part of it."
– Paul Bowles
– Paul Bowles
November 12, 2025 at 9:33 PM
"One belongs to the whole world, not just one part of it."
– Paul Bowles
– Paul Bowles
At the rear of Dorotheenstadt cemetery, resting place of Bertolt Brecht and Helene Weigel, Christa Wolf, and Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, in Berlin-Mitte, Germany, 2017.
November 12, 2025 at 1:39 PM
At the rear of Dorotheenstadt cemetery, resting place of Bertolt Brecht and Helene Weigel, Christa Wolf, and Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, in Berlin-Mitte, Germany, 2017.
(From a Berlin notebook, 2016)
I am an inexperienced cyclist. As far as possible, I avoid Berlin’s main arteries and stick to the backstreets. Bike lanes constricted by car traffic, tram tracks and intrusion from roadworks and heavy construction make me […]
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I am an inexperienced cyclist. As far as possible, I avoid Berlin’s main arteries and stick to the backstreets. Bike lanes constricted by car traffic, tram tracks and intrusion from roadworks and heavy construction make me […]
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November 12, 2025 at 7:10 AM
(From a Berlin notebook, 2016)
I am an inexperienced cyclist. As far as possible, I avoid Berlin’s main arteries and stick to the backstreets. Bike lanes constricted by car traffic, tram tracks and intrusion from roadworks and heavy construction make me […]
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I am an inexperienced cyclist. As far as possible, I avoid Berlin’s main arteries and stick to the backstreets. Bike lanes constricted by car traffic, tram tracks and intrusion from roadworks and heavy construction make me […]
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(From a Berlin diary, 2016)
Fehrbelliner Strasse intersects the indefinite, porous border between the old East Berlin neighbourhoods of Mitte and Prenzlauer Berg. Forming a T with the sloping green space of Volkspark am Weinbergweg, the street is lined with […]
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Fehrbelliner Strasse intersects the indefinite, porous border between the old East Berlin neighbourhoods of Mitte and Prenzlauer Berg. Forming a T with the sloping green space of Volkspark am Weinbergweg, the street is lined with […]
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November 11, 2025 at 9:57 AM
(From a Berlin diary, 2016)
Fehrbelliner Strasse intersects the indefinite, porous border between the old East Berlin neighbourhoods of Mitte and Prenzlauer Berg. Forming a T with the sloping green space of Volkspark am Weinbergweg, the street is lined with […]
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Fehrbelliner Strasse intersects the indefinite, porous border between the old East Berlin neighbourhoods of Mitte and Prenzlauer Berg. Forming a T with the sloping green space of Volkspark am Weinbergweg, the street is lined with […]
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Wake to rain and a moderate mistral — and drips of condensation from the portlights.
November 9, 2025 at 10:33 AM
Wake to rain and a moderate mistral — and drips of condensation from the portlights.
Another of my diaristic pieces about the sea and sea-dwelling has just been posted on the Azores-based Sea-Water Amplification project's substack.
https://seawateramplification.substack.com/p/unmoored-by-cc-ohanlon
https://seawateramplification.substack.com/p/unmoored-by-cc-ohanlon
November 9, 2025 at 1:00 AM
Another of my diaristic pieces about the sea and sea-dwelling has just been posted on the Azores-based Sea-Water Amplification project's substack.
https://seawateramplification.substack.com/p/unmoored-by-cc-ohanlon
https://seawateramplification.substack.com/p/unmoored-by-cc-ohanlon
Where we are now.
[A 1944 British Admiralty nautical chart — with depths in fathoms — of the Gulf of Cagliari, Sardinia, based on a 1920 Italian survey.]
[A 1944 British Admiralty nautical chart — with depths in fathoms — of the Gulf of Cagliari, Sardinia, based on a 1920 Italian survey.]
November 8, 2025 at 2:06 PM
Where we are now.
[A 1944 British Admiralty nautical chart — with depths in fathoms — of the Gulf of Cagliari, Sardinia, based on a 1920 Italian survey.]
[A 1944 British Admiralty nautical chart — with depths in fathoms — of the Gulf of Cagliari, Sardinia, based on a 1920 Italian survey.]