We have friends here in Western Washington.  No, really.

Some of them have behaved oddly when told them name of our boat, even after we explain that it’s based on a sensitive love poem and an iconic novel of discovery about a man and his weasel.

Turns out they’re thinking of this:


So, just to be clear, except for the cost overruns, schedule delays, and poop management system, our boat has nothing in common with the world’s most advanced waste water treatment plant.  Except for the state-of-the-art controls and electronics.  And the name thing.

But completely different.  Now for some poetry:

The Marriage of Psyche by Kathleen Raine

He has married me with a ring,
a ring of bright water
Whose ripples travel from the heart of the sea,
He has married me with a ring of light,
the glitter Broadcast on the swift river.
He has married me with the sun’s circle
Too dazzling to see, traced in summer sky.
He has crowned me with the wreath of white cloud
That gathers on the snowy summit of the mountain,
Ringed me round with the world-circling wind,
Bound me to the whirlwind’s centre.
He has married me with the orbit of the moon
And with the boundless circle of stars,
With the orbits that measure years, months, days, and nights,
Set the tides flowing,
Command the winds to travel or be at rest.
At the ring’s centre, Spirit, or angel troubling the pool,
Causality not in nature,
Finger’s touch that summons at a point, a moment
Stars and planets, life and light
Or gathers cloud about an apex of gold,
Transcendent touch of love summons my world into being.