Aquatic human theory: a Visionary of Past & Future, Bohemian & Artist, thanks to my DNA.
Email: my daughter, Julie at jusmith@sky.comAquatic human theory: a Visionary of Past & Future, Bohemian & Artist, thanks to my DNA.
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This is the image I have been painting for the last 5 years. The title of the painting is Bohemian Traveller at 70.
AGE 65 AUSTRALIA BONDI BEACH 23-11-2011. A PICTURE CAN SAY MORE THAN WORDS
DAY-1 5-2-2015 10-SOLAR-PANELS-280-WATTS-EACH-TOTAL-OUTPUT-2.8-KWP REDUCING ONE´S CARBON FOOTPRINT
l lived 100 meters from the mine shaft. My father took me through the AIR-DOORS when l was 14 years old. l looked over the cage surrounding the shaft and saw this light that was the bottom. l knew the day would come that l would go down that shaft. At the bottom of the garden was the timber yard for the colliery. The search-lights meant that you could garden 24 hours a day. It was similar to ones found in football grounds. Markham 2 1961-1968 & Bryn-lliw and Betws 1979-1991.
1979: AFTER 5 YEARS IN NORTH-AFRICA (ALGERIA). FROM EATING DOGFISH TO EMBASSY PARTIES AND BACK DOWN THE MINE FOR ANOTHER 12 YEARS. EARLY IN 1968 AGE 21, I left the coal mine in Derbyshire to live near a little fishing village in Somerset called Watchet where l got employment in a paper mill. l did not want a mortgage so l bought an old caravan, which was our home until 1979 (11 years). We lived 5 minutes walk from the beach. l used to put on the beach at low-water what is called, a TRAMMEL-NET. It is 3 different size mesh in one net - 60 metres in length by 2 metres high and the net would rise and fall with the tide. You would go down twice a day to see what you had caught. The main catch was DOGFISH. There was a certain way to skin them so l went up to Grimsby fishing port to see how it was done. We raised 2 daughters on this diet for 6 years.
At this stage I realised my DNA was building the boat. It will be totally self sufficient with solar and wind power, and driven by electric motors. Construction of the boat in the garden took 12 years. Top image of myself sat on the keel is the early stage of construction. Each hull was built in exactly the same way. After completion of the hull, a crane turned the boat over, so that I could do the deck. Bottom image is both hulls complete and the beams in front are 6.4 metres.
AGE 27 1973 -1978 ALGIERS, NORTH AFRICA
No external light or air (in the boat). You are living in a virtual world designed like an Egyptian tomb. You are looking out onto a virtual world using LED screens (starboard hull).
Above is a replica of Homo Neanderthal (female)- Forbes quarry skull (Gibraltar) with a cranial capacity of 1286cc and width of 14.6 cm (5.75 inches). Neanderthal male's cranial capacity is 200cc larger (1486cc). Modern Homo Sapiens has an average of 1345cc.
Age 70 (June 2016) - Cycled on this bike coast to coast across America (age 62 in 2008) and Australia (age 65 in 2011). Flevobike is steered with your feet. My genetic cocktail is a BALANCING ACT.
Texas, America (age 62 in 2008)
I have a cranial capacity of approx. 1660 cc - 12% greater than average Neanderthal male and 22% greater than average Homo Sapiens male. Width of my skull is 15.6 cm (6.14 inches) (age 40).
Age 70 in June 2016 - I have two passions - 'Solarwinds' - a catamaran I built and my origin particularly Neanderthal and Denisovan. Genetically, I FEEL MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE.
Bondi Beach, Australia (age 65 in 2011)
Lift off from America, Cape Canaveral (Florida, USA) (2008). (Cape Canaveral - San Diego) 2,548 miles / 4,100 km in 60 days (age 62).
Australia (Perth - Sydney) 2,440 miles / 3,927 km in 60 days (age 65 in 2011).
My daughter, Dr Julie Smith with a PhD in Marine Biology (2003) and she is a BSAC Advanced Scuba Diving Instructor & PADI Open Water Scuba Instructor.
My daughter, Dr Ann Smith with a PhD in Computer Science (2006) and she is a BSAC Scuba Diving Instructor & PADI Advanced Open Water Scuba Instructor.
21st Century Golden Chariot
Posted 11/01/2011: When fitting out the hulls of my boat (SolarWinds), I felt it was like being in an Egyptian tomb, which was something I quite liked. My intention, therefore, was to create this theme to some extent on the inside and outside of the boat. The Pharaohs of Egypt had full sized boats within their tombs for the after life, so they could sail the cosmos. My aim is to do this, while I am still alive, within a virtual environment, and to loose track of time and space.21st Century Golden Chariot
Posted 13/08/2008: We set off from Cape Canaveral, which put at least 100 miles on the trip. But the concept was that we were launching ourselves into the known and unknown. The lift off to get out of the Earth's gravitational field is the most tricky part, if things are to fail. this is usually the time in which they do. We are still in this phase.
The critical factors are that the bikes must work in, day out One major problem here and the trip is over We must maintain a balanced mental and physical being. At this stage, San Diego seems like Mars, just a red spot in the darkness of space. The France trip was around the moon and back by comparison.
At this stage, we must focus on the challenge ahead. Our communication is, therefore, limited. Our main focus is Ann and maybe a time to express the trip is when we have re-entered earth's atmosphere and have returned from San Diego. The next two weeks, will more than likely, determine the success of the mission. l feel at this point, photos will express more than words.
Posted 4/09/2008: We are now out of stage one, which was lift off from Cape Canaveral and are out of the Earth's gravitational field. This stage ended around two days ago.
We have now entered a new phase. We no longer have the noise of the thruster engines, which have been discarded. This is a far quieter stage. We hope this stage lasts now until we reach San Diego.
Posted 27/09/2008: We are about to re-enter Earth's atmosphere. We have landed in several craters during the trip. Life is only possible in such environments by the use of non sustainable fuels. Eventually, nature will reclaim these environments.
The two above images are of the port hull of SolarWinds.
Pastel drawing of myself age 48 by my daughter, Julie (2/10/1994)
Pencil drawing of myself age 41 in 1987 (by my daughter, Julie)
12-6-1976 Age 30 Lived in Algiers (North Africa) 1973 -1978
30-3-1976 Age 29
Sahara desert in the summer
Kawasaki VN1500cc which I still have (age 43 in 1989)
I customised my Velocette Venom 500cc aged 18 (1964)
Velocette Venom 500cc aged 18 (1964)
Painting of myself aged 40 in 1986 (by my daughter, Ann) As this image would suggest I am looking for the meaning of life. I feel a bit of an alien. With my cycle across America and Australia, I felt I had more in common with the native American and Australian. And recent DNA tests verify this. My feelings with my respect to my genetics is that - I AM MORE DEAD THAN ALIVE. I feel it gives me an advantage, not a disadvantage.
Kawasaki VN1500cc (age 43 in1989)
AGE 18 in1964 at England Scotland Border
DAY 1: Cleethorpes (31 July 1964) 50 years and counting
BMW 500cc ALGIERS, NORTH AFRICA 1973 - 1978
AGE 17 in 1963 Skegness Clock Tower to the left
AGE 18 1964
AGE 18 1964 Behind the colliery baths
AGE 17 in 1963 HAIR DYED BLACK LAST CIGARETTE AGE 21 Newspaper cutting: Taken to Chesterfield Royal Hospital after a road accident on Friday were 16-year-old ----- -----, and 17-year-old Douglas Victor Smith, a miner. The girl was detained with leg and head injuries, but the youth was allowed home after treatment for leg and neck injuries.
Christmas Eve 1966 AGE 20
I DID THE HONOURABLE THING AND MARRIED HER
1969 SOUTH FRANCE NICE BY MOTOR-BIKE AND SIDECAR FROM UK
1950 Florence and myself age 7 and 4
I held the camera to take a photo of Florence and waited. I counted the seconds. I believe it to be about 7 seconds. I was 14 years of age and Florence was 17.
JULIE AGE 2. AGE 6 SHE WOULD LIVE IN ALGIERS, NORTH AFRICA FOR 5 YEARS WITH HER 2 YEAR OLD SISTER, ANN
24 - 10 -1963 AGE 20 My sister, Florence sadly died aged 49
AGE 37
24 -10 -1963 AGE 17
AGE 16: The photo was taken at the house I lived in, where I would get changed into my work clothes. The pit baths were less than 100 metres away and so was the pit shaft. At the bottom of the garden was the timber yard for the colliery. The search light meant that you could garden 24 hours a day. It was similar to ones found in football grounds.
I first looked down a pit shaft at the age of 14 with my father who at this point worked in the ambulance room. It was just a dot of light at the bottom of a shaft. Two years from this time, I was going down the shaft where I worked until I was 20. By this point, I was faced trained and part of the colliery's miners rescue team. But I instinctively knew I had to leave.
Having got a wife and family virtually at the same time, I chose fresh air and the sea. I lived in a caravan on a residential site near a little fishing village called Watchet in Somerset. You could see the sea through the caravan window. I worked in a paper mill in Watchet. The wages were very low in comparison to the mines, but I knew it was the right choice. We used to supplement the low income by catching dogfish, which we caught on the local beach using a trammel net put down at low water. We lived this life until 1973, where the opportunity came up to work in Algiers in commissioning a new paper mill. After this, I spent further time in the mines of South Wales, in total nearly 20 years.
I first looked down a pit shaft at the age of 14 with my father who at this point worked in the ambulance room. It was just a dot of light at the bottom of a shaft. Two years from this time, I was going down the shaft where I worked until I was 20. By this point, I was faced trained and part of the colliery's miners rescue team. But I instinctively knew I had to leave.
Having got a wife and family virtually at the same time, I chose fresh air and the sea. I lived in a caravan on a residential site near a little fishing village called Watchet in Somerset. You could see the sea through the caravan window. I worked in a paper mill in Watchet. The wages were very low in comparison to the mines, but I knew it was the right choice. We used to supplement the low income by catching dogfish, which we caught on the local beach using a trammel net put down at low water. We lived this life until 1973, where the opportunity came up to work in Algiers in commissioning a new paper mill. After this, I spent further time in the mines of South Wales, in total nearly 20 years.
AGE 16: I could see my destiny if I stayed in the mines, it was only a question of time, before I would leave. Only to return later. Fortunately, I was made redundant at 44. I could have come up from South Wales to the Yorkshire coal fields, but it was time to walk a way. I have not worked since, but have pursued my passions my DNA and my boat Solarwinds, which I still work on until this day with passion and enthusiasm.
AGE 17 ON CAMERA THROUGH A MIRROR
1960 AGE 14 IN SCHOOL MUFFLED SOUND OF CAMERA SHUTTER BY LOWERING DESK LID.
AGE 14
My mother´s father: he lost his son (my mother´s brother) in a mining accident age 21. His wife (my mother´s mother) died within a year aged 45.
MY BACKGROUND
I have been involved in the building of my 42 foot catamaran, SolarWinds for nearly thirty years. For half this time, it has been moored on a pontoon and has not yet made its maiden voyage. As a break from this project, I have also cycled coast to coast across France (Le Havre - Marseille - Montpellier in 2006), USA (Cape Canaveral, Florida - San Diego, California in 2008) and Australia (Perth - Sydney in 2011).
EARLY YEARS: I was born (1946) in the industrial North (UK), and went down a coal mine at the age of fifteen, after leaving secondary school without any qualifications. My future looked the same as my father's, if I was lucky I would reach sixty-five or die earlier through a mine related illness. So having being made aware that I was going to become a father, I decided to get married, leave the mines and start a new life. If not, I knew my fate.
NEW BEGINNING: Since I had travelled around the coast of Britain with my father, mother and sister as a child during our annual summer holidays, one area that appealed to me was a fishing port named 'Watchet' (Somerset, UK). The place had a paper mill, which employed most of the village. I was lucky enough to find work there, but couldn't afford a house and didn't want a mortgage.Fortunately, there was a nearby residential caravan site, where I was able to buy a caravan (not the latest model) that was close to the beach. In my opinion, this was far better than buying a semi-detached house near the mines where I worked. Of course, the wages were a fraction of those in the mines.
On a caravan site, one has few rights and are at the mercy of the site owner. This was the price of freedom. Of course, my wife, Muriel who had a conventional upbringing, would have preferred the semi-detached house, not a caravan. Having lived this life for six years, where I had to live in work just to maintain a basic life, an opportunity arose. One of my fellow colleagues had successfully applied for a job in a paper mill in Algiers (North Africa), but at the last minute, he had changed his mind and I stepped into his place.
LIFE ABROAD: Within ten days I was in Algiers. I was twenty-seven years of age at the time. With a caravan, now over twenty years old and just £37 in the bank, I gave up my job for a five month contract. I always knew I had a talent, partially brought about by being dyslexic, where I excelled in Maths. But since most subjects were English based, I went through school in 'C' band and then went down the mines. My father was also dyslexic, but without this condition, he could easily have been a headmaster of a school. This is why I didn't want to repeat the same fate.
I went on to turn the Algiers contract into a five year stay. Halfway during this time, I progressed from bachelor to martial status and became part of the technical team, although my family joined me seven weeks after I started the bachelor contract. For the first two years, my wife home educated both of our daughters. I initially cycled fifteen miles each way to work. We then moved to the foot of the Atlas Mountains, where we were the only Europeans in the village and I went by motorcycle (old style BMW) to work. The last three years, my time was divided between working for my original company and finally, working directly for an Algerian company. During this time, we had a car, villa and my daughters went to the private 'American School of Algiers'.
RETURN TO UK: On returning to the UK and finding no work in the local paper mill, I decided to go round the British coast as I had an interest in boats. We eventually chose South Wales (UK) as there were mines in the area. This was not my first choice, but the income was there and Muriel had her wish of a semi-detached house. Having got a boat, which the family didn't want, I then decided to build a boat to live on. The caravan concept was correct, but the freedom of a boat meant that you were not tied down. My theme was always to have a self-sufficient boat and not to be totally dependent on a marina. After thirteen years, I became redundant and chose to live off my small miner's pension. I have spent the last sixteen years on the boat concept. I have always said that it would have been easier during this period to have a job, but I have an inner belief.
GENETIC COCKTAIL: I have inherited a genetic mix, which some would class as a disadvantage - not an advantage i.e. a combination of dyslexia and another condition (undiagnosed) that heightens creativity. It is a cocktail that needs to be managed and I have done this since adolescence. What I have tried to achieve is to get what would be classified as disorders to be advantages, especially when they are tied together.
I have taken a great interest in the genetic aspect of these fields for many years as in both cases, one can be classified with these conditions, but I believe that they can be brought about by environment rather than genetics. Since I have a good benchmark on this as my upbringing could not have been better, nothing in my case can be put down to environment. It is purely genetics. This is the genetic cocktail, I have inherited from my father (undiagnosed with respect to both conditions).
I believe my daughters have inherited different aspects of this. My daughter, Ann and I have both been diagnosed as dyslexic. My daughter, Julie has more of the other half. However, both my wife and my mother have given them a stabilising effect as a result of their genetic mix.I have also tried to seek conformation of whatever I have inherited by DNA analyses, but at this moment in time, there are no DNA tests to confirm the above conditions. Many years ago, to try and find myself, I started to trace my family tree. I took a wide scope of both sides of my family going back two hundreds years. I could not see a strong link to myself there, but in that era people had few opportunities. One's time and effort was taken simply staying alive. I accept that this could well have been my fate in those times. With the advance of DNA analyses, I chose to go back several thousand years by examining my own Y (inherited from my father) and mitochondrial (from my mother) DNA.
I have traced the origin of my Y-DNA to Haplogroup I-Z138 and my mitochondrial DNA to Haplogroup T2. Having carried out these DNA analyses, I sense a strong genetic link to the female side of my genetic make-up which includes my mother and my paternal grandmother. I cannot trace my father's mitochondrial DNA through my own DNA, but characteristics must obviously have been passed on through his genes. This has nothing to do with my sexuality, but some of my physical attributes as well as the core building blocks that makes one human.
The accepted view at this time is that we all came out of Africa and originated from one species. Our DNA, therefore, came from one pack of cards and the pack for each generation is a variation of this one original pack. I believe somewhere in time a second pack was introduced, but the original pack remained the most dominant. There is debate on this subject at the moment, but generally it is believed that there was only one pack. Recent research has shown there are several forms of early Man. In time DNA analyses should verify this. It is like life on other planets, it is being accepted more that we are not unique. We may all carry the basic mix from one pack of cards, but our core being in some cases could be from another pack, which could well be what makes Man what he is today.
I have been involved in the building of my 42 foot catamaran, SolarWinds for nearly thirty years. For half this time, it has been moored on a pontoon and has not yet made its maiden voyage. As a break from this project, I have also cycled coast to coast across France (Le Havre - Marseille - Montpellier in 2006), USA (Cape Canaveral, Florida - San Diego, California in 2008) and Australia (Perth - Sydney in 2011).
EARLY YEARS: I was born (1946) in the industrial North (UK), and went down a coal mine at the age of fifteen, after leaving secondary school without any qualifications. My future looked the same as my father's, if I was lucky I would reach sixty-five or die earlier through a mine related illness. So having being made aware that I was going to become a father, I decided to get married, leave the mines and start a new life. If not, I knew my fate.
NEW BEGINNING: Since I had travelled around the coast of Britain with my father, mother and sister as a child during our annual summer holidays, one area that appealed to me was a fishing port named 'Watchet' (Somerset, UK). The place had a paper mill, which employed most of the village. I was lucky enough to find work there, but couldn't afford a house and didn't want a mortgage.Fortunately, there was a nearby residential caravan site, where I was able to buy a caravan (not the latest model) that was close to the beach. In my opinion, this was far better than buying a semi-detached house near the mines where I worked. Of course, the wages were a fraction of those in the mines.
On a caravan site, one has few rights and are at the mercy of the site owner. This was the price of freedom. Of course, my wife, Muriel who had a conventional upbringing, would have preferred the semi-detached house, not a caravan. Having lived this life for six years, where I had to live in work just to maintain a basic life, an opportunity arose. One of my fellow colleagues had successfully applied for a job in a paper mill in Algiers (North Africa), but at the last minute, he had changed his mind and I stepped into his place.
LIFE ABROAD: Within ten days I was in Algiers. I was twenty-seven years of age at the time. With a caravan, now over twenty years old and just £37 in the bank, I gave up my job for a five month contract. I always knew I had a talent, partially brought about by being dyslexic, where I excelled in Maths. But since most subjects were English based, I went through school in 'C' band and then went down the mines. My father was also dyslexic, but without this condition, he could easily have been a headmaster of a school. This is why I didn't want to repeat the same fate.
I went on to turn the Algiers contract into a five year stay. Halfway during this time, I progressed from bachelor to martial status and became part of the technical team, although my family joined me seven weeks after I started the bachelor contract. For the first two years, my wife home educated both of our daughters. I initially cycled fifteen miles each way to work. We then moved to the foot of the Atlas Mountains, where we were the only Europeans in the village and I went by motorcycle (old style BMW) to work. The last three years, my time was divided between working for my original company and finally, working directly for an Algerian company. During this time, we had a car, villa and my daughters went to the private 'American School of Algiers'.
RETURN TO UK: On returning to the UK and finding no work in the local paper mill, I decided to go round the British coast as I had an interest in boats. We eventually chose South Wales (UK) as there were mines in the area. This was not my first choice, but the income was there and Muriel had her wish of a semi-detached house. Having got a boat, which the family didn't want, I then decided to build a boat to live on. The caravan concept was correct, but the freedom of a boat meant that you were not tied down. My theme was always to have a self-sufficient boat and not to be totally dependent on a marina. After thirteen years, I became redundant and chose to live off my small miner's pension. I have spent the last sixteen years on the boat concept. I have always said that it would have been easier during this period to have a job, but I have an inner belief.
GENETIC COCKTAIL: I have inherited a genetic mix, which some would class as a disadvantage - not an advantage i.e. a combination of dyslexia and another condition (undiagnosed) that heightens creativity. It is a cocktail that needs to be managed and I have done this since adolescence. What I have tried to achieve is to get what would be classified as disorders to be advantages, especially when they are tied together.
I have taken a great interest in the genetic aspect of these fields for many years as in both cases, one can be classified with these conditions, but I believe that they can be brought about by environment rather than genetics. Since I have a good benchmark on this as my upbringing could not have been better, nothing in my case can be put down to environment. It is purely genetics. This is the genetic cocktail, I have inherited from my father (undiagnosed with respect to both conditions).
I believe my daughters have inherited different aspects of this. My daughter, Ann and I have both been diagnosed as dyslexic. My daughter, Julie has more of the other half. However, both my wife and my mother have given them a stabilising effect as a result of their genetic mix.I have also tried to seek conformation of whatever I have inherited by DNA analyses, but at this moment in time, there are no DNA tests to confirm the above conditions. Many years ago, to try and find myself, I started to trace my family tree. I took a wide scope of both sides of my family going back two hundreds years. I could not see a strong link to myself there, but in that era people had few opportunities. One's time and effort was taken simply staying alive. I accept that this could well have been my fate in those times. With the advance of DNA analyses, I chose to go back several thousand years by examining my own Y (inherited from my father) and mitochondrial (from my mother) DNA.
I have traced the origin of my Y-DNA to Haplogroup I-Z138 and my mitochondrial DNA to Haplogroup T2. Having carried out these DNA analyses, I sense a strong genetic link to the female side of my genetic make-up which includes my mother and my paternal grandmother. I cannot trace my father's mitochondrial DNA through my own DNA, but characteristics must obviously have been passed on through his genes. This has nothing to do with my sexuality, but some of my physical attributes as well as the core building blocks that makes one human.
The accepted view at this time is that we all came out of Africa and originated from one species. Our DNA, therefore, came from one pack of cards and the pack for each generation is a variation of this one original pack. I believe somewhere in time a second pack was introduced, but the original pack remained the most dominant. There is debate on this subject at the moment, but generally it is believed that there was only one pack. Recent research has shown there are several forms of early Man. In time DNA analyses should verify this. It is like life on other planets, it is being accepted more that we are not unique. We may all carry the basic mix from one pack of cards, but our core being in some cases could be from another pack, which could well be what makes Man what he is today.
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