Garth Kiser

Oct 012015

CAM00214At the end of August I bought this van on Craiglist for $900 from a somewhat shady little dude calling himself Frank. A few days later I had sold the sailboat to Jordan, the owner of the electrical company I worked for for. Within two hours of the sail sale I was on the road in the van, non-stop 14 hours overnight all the way back to Southern Illinois. After a few whirlwind days of visiting family in Illinois I arrived all the way to the top of the state, a place known as Chicago. At midnight on that day Sarah arrived to the airport, so white from living in a Boise subdivision for two months that I didn’t recognize her.

And now we are settling into our new home on the south side of the city, in the basement of my college friend Ericka. There are also two other roommates upstairs, an unemployed carpenter and a pipe-fitter.  I will start doing light construction work on Monday. Sarah does paid editing work online and Ericka is an elementary school music teacher.  And a dog and two cats, not six feet between the houses. One big happy family.

For the first time in years we will experience a long, cold snowy winter. And yes there are more photos:

Aug 312015

CAM00256And here you have it:

The auction ends on Wednesday night.

I’m going to do a livestream boat showing while sailing her around Charleston Harbor on Monday or Tuesday night, depending on the weather.

The livestream link is:

If you want to be notified of the livestream broadcast via email then create a Ustream account and follow the user “pursuingnothing”.

Happy Bidding!

Jul 172015

This guy has caused me so much unnecessary trouble that I’ve decided to devote an entire blog to him, and to provide others a place to share problems they’ve had with him. Bill Chamberlain is the manager of Saint John’s Yacht Harbor, and he’s taking the business with him into a psychotic downward spiral. The marina is owned by a group of investors. The idea behind this blog is that they will read here a compilation of horror stories written by people who have had the unfortunate experience of dealing with Bill Chamberlain.

Here’s my story:

I moved to the marina in February 2015 and rented a slip there for two months, at a cost of about $1000. During most of that time I had very little contact with Mr. Chamberlain, but was warned by the community that he was an anti-social loose cannon. In mid-March he communicated with me through his dockmaster, saying that we would need to either provide proof of insurance and sign a 6-month lease or leave by April 1st. The cost of doing so would have been about $2000, not my idea of living on a boat, so I met personally with Bill in the marina office and asked if we could work out an agreement in which I’d pay to use the marina facilities while living at anchor instead. This was supposed go be a good arrangement for everyone, as I would have access to dingy dockage and showers, and the marina would be profiting from it without risk.

And so I moved the boat to anchor a few hundred yards from the marina and bought $1000 worth of equipment to become independent of the power grid. After a couple weeks of not hearing back from Bill I became suspicious. Considering his troubled reputation, I chose to communicate with him by email in case I should ever need a record of our conversations.

from: Garth Kiser <>


date: Wed, May 27, 2015 at 10:38 AM

Subject: Distant Drum

Hello Bill,

This is Garth and Sarah from Distant Drum, the black mast currently anchored south of the bridge. You probably remember that we left the marina at the end of the last month due to insurance/lease costs.
(irrelevant small talk removed for brevity, saying I took a job nearby that would last until at least the next year)
We would like to continue living at anchor regardless of income, and this spot is obviously great for me getting to work. A month ago I had asked you about using the marina services while at anchor. You said it was fine, and I asked to pay for the services. You both said you would get back to me but I never heard anything. I thought maybe this was because you were busy, or maybe because you are not supposed to make such arrangements with boats at anchor.
So, can we continue to use the facilities? If it does indeed pose some kind of policy problem, would it be possible to offer some service to the marina? I mean that if I was to work part-time in exchange for access to the property, then I would be there as an employee rather than a boater at anchor.
I would really like to make this work out somehow. I have plenty of great references and my own basic tools for light construction. You can contact me by email or (phone number removed).
Thank You,
Garth Kiser
Distant Drum
Mr. Chamberlain responded cheerfully the very next day:


Glad to hear that you will remain in the Charleston area for the next year!

You are correct, as I have been extremely busy as the season is well underway and we are nearing full capacity at the marina.  I’m sure we can come to an acceptable agreement to let you guys continue using the facilities.

I’ll get back to you by early next week, as I will be busy the next few days with my daughter’s wedding.

Thanks, and congrats on landing a full-time job!


Bill Chamberlain, CMM

General Manager

St. Johns Yacht Harbor

No response came that next week, nor the following six. Although I saw Mr. Chamberlain multiple times each week, he simply put his head down and walked on by, usually not even responding to “hello.” As this was his customary behavior, and considering his positive email, I assumed he was still busy. I expected that once he’d decided on an agreement, I’d backpay for all the time I’d spent using marina facilities while living at anchor. The price didn’t really matter, because I’d discovered by this time that I preferred the privacy and solitude of the open water, as opposed to being surrounded by other people and boats, no matter how lovely they were.

As July approached, horror stories concerning Mr. Chamberlain intensified, his increasingly erratic behavior causing a number of safety issues and frequent annoyances among the marina population. And then came his breaking point:

The bridge leading to the marina collapsed just before the weekend of July 4th, trapping some 100 cars in the parking lot for several days. Half of the bridge had been roped off in a state of disrepair for quite some time before the collapse. It had been known for years actually that the bridge was severely troubled, though Mr. Chamberlain had ordered no repairs during his two years as manager. And now he was feeling the brunt of his inaction, enduring an endless stream of attention from angry residents. His severely anti-social personality went into overdrive as he shooed away reporters and even marina residents attempting to take photos of the bridge. Those attempting even to walk over the temporary bridge were threatened with expulsion from the property, and a dozen or so signs in large red block letters repeated this threat. It is clear, Mr. Chamberlain should have been an evil insurance company claims lawyer, not the manager of a vibrant marina community.

Next, Mr. Chamberlain targeted his quiet rage directly at me in this email.

On Jul 15, 2015 8:49 AM, <>wrote:


As you are no longer are renting a slip as a long term transient guest, I can no longer allow you or Sarah to utilize St. Johns Yacht Harbor facilities.  I have been receiving numerous inquiries from slip tenants asking why I am allowing non-tenants to use the facilities.

Due to the increased awareness from the tenants, I am now instructing you to no longer use the courtesy dock, bathroom/shower facilities, and Captain’s Retreat lounge area. Failure to comply with this directive will leave me with no choice but to consider you trespassing on marina property, with appropriate action being taken.

If you would like to rent a slip for a month, and can provide proof of insurance coverage on your vessel, we will certainly consider this an option.

Thank you for your cooperation.


Bill Chamberlain, CMM
General Manager
St. Johns Yacht Harbor


Had Mr. Chamblerlain explained his extreme reversal, or simply offered a one-sentence apology then I would have left in peace. But instead I received a threat, which forced me to take time off work the very next day to move the boat. Due to Mr. Chamblerain’s irrational whims I’ve been suddenly uprooted from the marina community I’d come to love, and I’m now lying at anchor in potentially hazardous territory until other arrangements can be made. Certainly I’m not the only one with a Bill Chamberlain horror story to tell.

Jun 302015

CAM00107So what do you know, we stayed after all, but barely.

For a month we had been at anchor, or “on the hook”, as a sailor calls it. The little inflatable dinghy and five horsepower motor served proudly as our “car”, ferrying us back and fourth between Distant Drum and St. John’s Yacht Harbor for endlessly hot showers. Sarah hoop-danced under the Stono River bridge each day while I worked on the boat and explored it workings. She earned a few dollars each day by doing paid writing gigs online. Each Saturday we put on our hiking backpacks and walked about two miles up the busy desolate highway to a Food Lion supermarket.

A sailboat this size was meant for movement, not stationary life. The cramped quarters left us hating each other at times, but never for long. I did think she was about to jump overboard and leave one day when I got air in the fuel line. She wasn’t holding the flashlight right.

By the end of May we’d come up with a plan, to slowly cruise up the east coast to Maine during the rest of the summer. All the necessary equipment had been ordered online and installed aboard;. A mobile router provided Internet access. Power was provided by a 100-watt solar panel connected to a deep-cycle battery. For a few hours each day while I was piloting the boat, Sarah would be down below earning $100 per week online.

We were going to leave on Monday, June 1st. The day before that we walked up the highway for one final supermarket trip. It was somewhere in the produce department near the mushrooms when the store manager Tom approached.

“Are you still looking for a job?”

Just six weeks previously I’d turned down a good job offer as a meat cutter here. My job as an electrician’s assistant had paid nearly as much, and I enjoyed learning a new skill.

“Seriously?”, I replied, unable to believe I was hearing this the very day before we planned on leaving. Sure enough, the lights in the meat department were turned off at this late-morning hour. The new meat cutter had taken the whole Memorial Day weekend off, no call, no show. By the end of the day I had a phone call, the job was indeed mine.

I hadn’t been looking for another job, but I couldn’t ignore the universe. It wanted us to have more cryptocurrency.

As it turns out, this little supermarket is about the most civilized place I’ve ever worked. I should have taken the job the first time it was offered. Some things never change, like penny-wise-dollar-stupid international congolmerates drastically shorting their stores of hours. But it is possible to fight back against the corrosive affects of over-centralization. In one month I’ve found a peace in this store that I couldn’t find for a whole year working my last supermarket job in Tucson.

And so we’ll be sticking around for a while. A new toilet and generator has made life on the boat much more bearable for Sarah. A small air-conditioner keeps her relatively cool on the 100-degree days, of which we recently had a week-long stretch. Only near the equator have I ever felt such heavy air. We are making arrangements with the marina to continue using the facilities while remaining at anchor. This means that nearly all of our income goes directly into cryptocurrency.

If Joe Biden will keep his ass off our bridge then we’ll do just fine. If local cops will quit trying to play federal agent then we’ll do just fine. Washington, stay the fuck out of Charleston for the next year. And to everybody here who played nice with the Nazis last Sunday, why don’t you just move to Washington and become their permanent bitches. You can all go up into the mushroom cloud together. You’ve earned it.

Down with centralization.

May 092015

Our time at St. John’s Yacht Harbor is coming to an end. We had planned on staying long-term so that I(Garth) could keep working and buying cryptocurrency, but were suddenly faced with signing a lease. Yes, you heard that right, a lease….at a marina. The lease would have cost $1000 and could not have been signed without proof of insurance, which would have cost another $1000. That’s ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS for insurance on something that goes FIVE MILES PER HOUR. Yeah, we didn’t think so either. We’ve sold out for a year to get our hands into the blockchain, and any more sellout seems to be on the verge of deliberate evil. Insurance companies and legal contracts can go to hell.

Being at anchor immediately made getting to land cumbersome at best, and impossible during bad weather, so I quit working rather than becoming unreliable. For a brief time I even considered buying a car to prolong the crypto buying, but it all comes back to that pure evil of giving money to the government and corporations. They can all burn, go to hell, then burn some more while they’re down there.

This means that the age of Garth and Sarah buying into the blockchain has come to a close with no new entry in sight. This has nothing to do with our belief in the technology, and it will soon be evident to all that the world has forever changed. Our exit from that scene has only to do with patience and conscience.

We currently live on roughly $100 per week that Sarah makes doing paid writing gigs on For most people this would be nothing, but for us it means the ability to cruise freely in our boat. Living on Gonzo in 2009, our expenditure was even less. For now we plan on making our way north, using both the Intracoastal Waterway and the ocean, depending on the weather and how we feel. As usual, who really knows?


Apr 042015

Distant Drum at St. John’s Yacht Harbor, near Charleston, SC.

Just days after purchasing Distant Drum, Garth accepted a job working with electricians around Charleston, South Carolina. We looked at a map, found the closest marina to the job site, and it just turned out to be the nicest marina we’ve ever been to. And we’ve been to lots of marinas. St. John’s Yacht Harbor is so nice in fact that it might be a cult and we might be sacrificed at some point.

While Garth works on luxury seaside homes, Sarah spends her days doing paid online writing gigs and practicing her hoop dance. On the weekends we take the marina’s courtesy car out and about.

Our free time is spent working on the boat and continuing to buy cryptocurrency. It’s a pretty good life here on the Stono River!

Dec 132014

Vln85Wmd_burned (1)It has been a while since I shared a story from my cryptocurrency experiences. As Sarah and I have settled into a routine we’ve been less motivated to write, but for the whole past year our interest in cryptocurrency has continued on a daily basis.

Week after week, without exception, for 8 months…..we invested $200 per week into a portfolio of cryptocurrencies and other “blockchain-based” projects. Overall, our results have been mostly flat. Our largest investment, bitcoin, has fallen in value by up to 50%, while some of our small investments have earned up to 10,000%

The year is soon over and we’ll go back to our traveling lifestyle, but the long-term results of this year could possibly shape the rest of our lives. We got a little taste of that this past week with a cryptocurrency project called CLAMs.

Back in the early summer I first noticed CLAMs on the cryptocurrency message board . Back then CLAMs was just a small handful of cool geeks who had produced an unknown work of genius. Reading about it the first time, I decided then and there that this was going to become a special project for me. Although I have no advanced programming skills, I wanted to contribute to the CLAMs dream in any way possible.

And so I introduced myself to the CLAMs developers in their IRC chat channel. We instantly got along well with similar visions and senses of humor. Within a few days I had created a CLAMs informational website and registered the domain Soon afterwards a member of the CLAMs team nicknamed creativecuriosity asked if I would work with her to create an “official” website.

And so it happened. A new website was born at that time, and then we created a 2.0 version of the site in the early fall. The price fell all during this time; $2USD, $1, 50 cents…….5 cents. I rode the CLAM train all the way down, buying little by little the whole time. Running the CLAMclient software with a respectable balance of CLAMs allowed me to mint hundreds more CLAMs. As of the beginning of December this stash amounted to less than $100USD, which meant an overall loss of about $150. During this time I became better acquainted with other’s on the CLAMs development team, including the mastermind named xploited. A small skilled team was slowly growing around CLAMs.

For at least as long as I’ve been involved with CLAMs, there has been a person involved who’s only known as Dooglus. He, like the other developers, has remained anonymous, only known by his screen name. Dooglus had also noticed the CLAMs post on and decided to get involved. Unlike me, Dooglus is a genius computer programmer.

Over the course of the summer Dooglus spent increasing amounts of time assisting with the development of CLAMs, His presence within the group was a great morale boost also because of his history with one of the most popular bitcoin websites ever to exist; At its height in the early summer, just-dice was a base for millions of dollars in bitcoin gambling, and also served as a revenue source for anyone who wished to invest as the house. Gamblers and investors could all do so anonymously, and business was booming.

And then in June just-dice abruptly shut down, citing Canadian regulations. All users were able to withdrawal their bitcoins, but the cryptocurrency community had lost its most beloved gambling and investment site. Beyond just being an entertainment source, many people credited just-dice with creating a demand that helped to massively drive up the bitcoin price.

Then out of the blue in early December, Dooglus announced that just-dice was coming back online the very next day, but not as a bitcoin gambling site. No, this time around it would only be accepting CLAMs! Word spread like wildfire and the price of a CLAM went straight through the roof.

CLAMs trading volume was an even bigger story than price, though. CLAMs was still listed on a single cryptocurrency exchange, Most of the summer CLAMs had traded a few dollars per day, or a couple hundred dollars on a good day. Now with the just-dice demand it was suddenly trading 50, 100, even nearly 200 bitcoins over 24-hour periods, upwards of $50,000. Not only had CLAMs set itself apart among 1000 other cryptocurrencies, it was suddenly among the top ten in trading volume. Anyone like myself who had been holding a few hundred dollars worth of CLAMs in early December, was holding a few thousand dollars in mid-December.

And that there is my best cryptocurrency story of 2014, maybe a five digit profit by the end of the year, or back to 5 cents, we’ll see!