Of the sea

After all my earnestness yesterday, I had no intention of writing anything even remotely well-meaning for the next month. This morning, I decided to whip through my friends list before attacking loadsawork (I am better you see! Ha ha! *hack gack*)only to find, via thomryng's post, this link from captainweasel.

http://www.american.edu/TED/MINAMATA.HTM

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As usual, I feel helpless and useless in the face of real life, and write this here in the hope that some answers come to me.

I'm a dreamer really; One of my way-out-theres has always been to put together an anthology of oceanic stories/songs/poetry and get it published, with all profits going solely towards the recovery of the Big Blue. But I can't imagine a publisher who would want it, and where's the market for it? The sea is to be experienced rather than talked about.

Enough, I am writing myself into a funk. I am going to go away and come back when I have something pointless to say.

I am anti bottom-trawling

So don't try anything. I know your sort.

OK, I feel less earnest and hapless, care of nyarbaggytep's suggestions. No more melancholy wurblings about polluted oceans. Time to irritate heads of state with endless e-mails/faxes/used underwear through the post.

I am wearing my old 'Save Twyford Down' balaclava as I write this.*

http://community.oceana.org/


*Yes I know we lost that one. Shut up.