By Cory Doctorow at 4:26 pm Thu, Sep 29, 2011
A broken-hearted person in Heather's neighbourhood is building a boat. He wants your help, your garage, and your company.
If this project also involves collecting animals in pairs, I’d start to worry.
Wish I could remember the full details or I’d find the link. Some 5 years back a guy posted his work on building a small sail boat after his divorce was finalized. He had photos that took you through every success and failure during the process. It took him about a year to build. Wonder if this guy was inspired by that one.
If this was in North Caroline, I have a suspect.
Is it me or does this seem to have some extra dosing of creepiness built right in.
Nah. Dude works for NCIS. Builds one of these about every 9-10 months then mysteriously gets it out of the basement and starts over. Never floats a hull, far as I can tell.
Well, there was that one he built in Mexico that came back to him full of dead bodies…
never understood why a former marine would build a boat.
How do you know it’s a man and not a woman?
The only men with good penmanship are gay or crazy. Not that I’m equating those two. The other kind of crazy guy penmanship is the ones who write really, really small and fill up thousands of notebooks with rants.
My vote is on heartbroken gay dude. Navy, boats, seamen, etc.
Architects and many graphic designers have very good handwriting like this. I suspect he’s an architect because this looks like the type of lettering you’d see on blue prints. That doesn’t rule out gay or crazy though.
WTF on so many levels.
Henry the Painter in real life?
I took this photo on Fairfax in L.A. It looks to be similarly themed and the look of the text is similar. I wonder if it’s the same person.
Why should we assume it’s a HE?
Yes, but I would rather assume it’s a beautiful broken hearted woman who wants me to help her build a boat. So my forward thinking is not without motive.
Wondering if cement shoes are involved with the whole “join me on a trip” part.
I too am sad. I suffer from existential ennui. So I want to buy an old American car.
And I need your garage to store it in. You can wax it, and look at it…and I may take you around the block now and then.
SF only please. Any takers?
Snark aside: that such sensitive and yet needy people can survive in this world without being crushed makes me feel kinda sympathetic. But it’s like wearing a T-shirt that says ‘Will you be my friend?’ and hoping that it will actually work. . .
Something tells me the boat would be to small and the trip too long.
Seriously? How do you know it’s a dude?
Because we’re talking about woodworking. Duh. Don’t be so obtuse.
but I have a carpenter aunt!
Anyway, I’d totally take him/her up on it if my garage weren’t overflowing with crap. A Series III XJ6 sits on jackstands awaiting a new transmission seal. Drums, amps, musical gear and furniture clogs the other half, awaiting the renovation of my music studio next door. And my Cougar shamefully gathers dust & rust outside in the driveway.
Maybe next year, if the heart remains broken and the boat unfinished.
I would totally let Dexter use my garage. He makes me feel quite safe.
Am I the only one who is curious where this person is? I’ve built a small boat or three and would be game to take them up on the offer.
A trip on the River Styx perhaps?
Wasn’t Kon Tiki also the result of a post-breakup bender? Poor chap/chapette. Hope they get we’re they’re going.
How are they going to decide where to sail?
I’m a little surprised at all the suspicion in the comments. If I were in that area and had a garage, I would absolutely go for this.
I’m envisioning this person quietly working in the garage. I occasionally bring out some food and drink, waiting for them to speak, if they do, and marking their progress. Slowly words would come and I would listen when they happened, commenting only if prompted, letting them work out their thoughts.
Eventually they would finish the boat and we would test it to see if it was water-worthy before grabbing our packs and setting off to float along the river. We’d camp at night and tell stories and grow to be great friends, then tell the story of how we came to be such to others over the years to come.
Or they’d stay one evening, steal all my tools and split.
Either way, I’m sure I’d learn something from the experience.
Simple. The actor portraying him used to be a carpenter.
Sukkaz! Viral marketing. It’s for a new brand of dental floss, if my hunch is right.
For the folks curious to know where this is, click the link underneath the picture and it will take you to the Flickr page where it will show you a street map to exactly where in Hayes Valley, San Francisco it was found.
The one person I knew who tried to build a boat in a garage spent five years at it, got the amas done and fiberglassed, and then died.
I never found out what his family did with the boat bits.
Run ladies. Needy free-loader!
The characters are similar to those based on Francis D.K. Ching’s lettering. Ching wrote a number of hand lettered books on architecture. Very popular when I studied it in the 80’s. Everyone tried to emulate the style. It became the basis for the Tekton font from Adobe (for those who no longer hand letter!).
I’m sure this isn’t a hoax. He’s on a boat, and that’s as real as it gets.
Hah! This reminds me of a funny subject line in a piece of spam I received, “lifeboat downhearted”. I decided to illustrate it for some reason, along with a couple of others.
@openid-83417:disqus , I want to hit “Liked” a million times, just for “Outstandingly Perpendicular” alone! “Lifeboat Downhearted” is also a thing of beauty. These spam illustrations would make a great series.
Totally thought of a scene from Ghostdog when I saw this.
flickr Funny Happy Mutants photo san francisco
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