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1937 America's Cup

Historic footage of the British challenger ENDEAVOUR II and the American defender RANGER

Playlist of newsreels from the 1937 America’s Cup.

[a-solitary-sea-rover-backup]

Designing an America’s Cup Defender

(1937 article by W. Starling Burgess from Yachting magazine.)

[pxrtymxnster-blog]

"Mama called me destructive, oh yeah Said it ruined me one day, yeah Cause every woman that loved me, oh yeah Seemed to push them away." -- Real Life // The Weeknd

Home: I remember the first time I really pissed off my mother. I had been a decent child up until my teenage years. I think my mother always suspected I was out getting drunk and partying, but she never said a word about it. Not until I showed up one night, and by night, I mean 8 AM the following morning. I vividly remember the look on her face; it was the first of many times I saw true, real disappointment on her face. At the time, it didn't hit me like the memories do now. To make matters worse, I was still drunk and hadn't showered. I vaguely remember throwing up on my brand new pair of Jordans, too. Not a fun memory, but I hadn't even done anything /that/ awful. Typically, and I didn't know this 'till I was eighteen or so, that she would wait up for me every night I was gone. She worried about me constantly. She knew I was self-destructive and didn't give a fuck about anything, especially at this point in my life. High school was a joke and women, drugs, music, and art was far more appealing.

Law: Fast forward about six months later and it was my first real, terrifying run-in with the law. Policemen had never liked me, or any of my friends. We were all seen as trouble, me and my crew, especially in the white neighborhoods. The ironic part was all of the rich, white boys had access to the best drugs. That's how shit worked back in High School for me. Apparently, we looked like a couple of thugs. We were 'up to no good' and while they weren't wrong; it was the first real time I experienced racial profiling, without knowing much about it. I had been given strange looks and had heard whispers behind my back, but it never phased me. Not once. Even as a teenager, I had thick skin. Nothing really bothered me, until I was thrown into the back of a cop car for drug paraphernalia. Compared to how things are now, I'm somewhat grateful that was my first negative experience with the law. If it had been ten years later, I'm sure I would have ended up beaten and left to die.

Sex: I'm sure none of you are really interested in the details, so I'll spare you, for once in my life. The first time I had sex wasn't the best. I lost my virginity to an older woman and I was nearly seventeen at the time. Despite my good looks now, I didn't always look so damn sexy. I was awkward and couldn't grow facial hair. I hooked up with a woman that was at least a few years older than me, at some college frat party. The sex lasted all of three or four minutes and was really awful for both of us. Rest assured, my dick game has improved immensely since then.