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Oceanic Truths

A short but very sharp posting from Sheril Kirshenbaum on Wired today points out what many of us already know …

Oceans are Totally F*cked


So what can we do about it? Well you’ll point out that what I do as an individual isn’t going to make a whole bunch of difference. Which is true if I’m the only one taking action. But if we all make changes then it will help bring pressure to bear where it hurts: big business!

So what do we do? It’s a complex problem and there is no simple answer. However the more of the following as you can do the better:

  1. Reduce your dependence on oil. Walk, don’t take the car. Don’t jet around the world on holiday, especially long haul. Fight against excess, especially plastic, packaging. Buy locally grown produce wherever you can to reduce food miles. You already know all these things make sense. And they all help the oceans.
    The less oil we use, the less is transported around the world in mega-tankers, which run on … yes … oil (often horrible crude bunker oil, at that). And the fewer environmentally damaging oil spills there are. And the less off-shore drilling there is. (Yes, that may mean nuclear power; but that’s an argument for another day.)
  2. Buy only fish which is farmed or sustainably caught and which is as locally produced as possible. We have to stop over-fishing. As well as reducing food miles.
  3. Reduce your garbage output. A vast amount of our garbage gets dumped at sea!
  4. Reduce your wastewater output; and clean up wastewater as much as possible. Yes, that means sewage, amongst other things. As with garbage it is scandalous the amount of dirty/polluted wastewater that gets dumped in the oceans.
  5. We also need to reduce agricultural run-off. That means reducing pesticide, herbicide and fertiliser use, and also preventing animal slurry getting into waterways. Which in turn means more sustainable land management. Going organic isn’t necessarily the whole, or even the right, answer; but it should help.
  6. If you’re an aquarist, don’t keep marine fish which haven’t been captive bred. Catching marine fish from the wild is extremely poorly regulated (unlike the trade in wild-caught freshwater Amazonian fishes). Fishing (for the aquatics trade and for food) does enormous damage to tropical reef environments because of the methods used.
  7. And anything else you can do to improve air quality and reduce climate change will help too. A large part of the problems the oceans face is from acidification, which is caused by pollutants and increased carbon dioxide levels. And if we can slow down climate warming, we’ll likely slow down the rate at which the polar ice caps are receding too.
  8. And finally, support marine nature reserves, conservation areas and scientific efforts to better understand the oceans and their biodiversity.

Notice, however I am not saying be totally organic, don’t eat fish, stop using a car or an aeroplane, and grow all your own food. Yes, it would be great (for the environment anyway) if we could do all these things. But let’s be realistic, it isn’t practical and it won’t happen. But we do have to reduce all the harmful things we do and the more you can do the better.

Some of you won’t think about any of this, and won’t bother with any of it, which morally I find inexcusable. But it’s your karma. Many will already be doing something. But which of us couldn’t do a bit more. It all helps. I at least would like there still to be an inhabitable world for your grandchildren. And I think I have a moral obligation to do something the help ensure there is.

Alphabet of Me

For some time I’ve been working on the idea I saw a long while back, “an alphabet of me”: something about me for each letter of the alphabet. Som people do this one letter at a time, often in random order. I’ve chosen to do it as a single entity, with an appropriate image from amongst my photos for each letter.

The first and last images are the dust-jacket; A-Z runs through images 2 to 27 inclusive. Below you’ll find a key and links to the original images on my Flickr Photostream. Here then is the finished product.

  1. Me
  2. Anthony Powell: Anthony Powell Society Members at Wysall during a trip to the Widmerpool area of Nottinghamshire
  3. Books: Work in Progress
  4. Cats: Tabby Tiger
  5. Dora: My Mother at 92, (she’ll be 96 this October!)
  6. Eccentric: Deckchair Love
  7. Family History: David Masey Grave at New Romney, Kent. (David Masey is one of my great-great-grandfathers
  8. Girls: “Now I think we go that way …”
  9. Heroes: Dinner Party Meme showing people who are my heroes
  10. IBM: Office Reflections; one of the places I used to work
  11. Jessie: My Aunt Jessie with Portrait of her Mother (my Grandmother)
  12. Kent: Bales by Brenzett; land of my grandfathers
  13. London: Westminster Night. I was born in London and have lived most of my life in London.
  14. Marriage: OMG! Wedding 1979. Yes, this is our wedding. Scary!
  15. Noreen: Noreen in Rochester. See marriage!
  16. Obesity: With & Without. Nasty; maybe I should have banned this!
  17. Photography: Rose: Maiden’s Blush; I’ve been taking photographs for 50 years. Eeeek!
  18. Quirky: Self-Portrait of a Foot. Yes, I’m mad.
  19. Romney Marsh: Prospect Cottage Panorama. More land of my grandfathers. This is Dungeness.
  20. Sexuality: Reading in the Sun in the Bishop’s Garden. Yes, let’s not deny this is part of all of us.
  21. Trains: Double Departure from Alexisbad.
  22. University: University of York Cricket Club Tour 1971; taken at the end of my second year as an undergraduate. I’m in back row, third from right, in the full sized image.
  23. Victoria & Albert Museum: Megalopoda vitreum. Important because Noreen made her career here, which kept us living in London.
  24. Wine: Anti-Depressant; or beer!
  25. XY: In the Hotel. Guess what?! I’m male!
  26. Yummy Food: My Meme: Thanksgiving 12-Course Banquet
  27. Zen Mischief: Rites of Passage Meme. My motto!
  28. Me

[23/52] Logs

[23/52] Logs by kcm76
[23/52] Logs, a photo by kcm76 on Flickr.

Week 23 entry for 52 weeks challenge.

At the King’s Head pub, Bawburgh, near Norwich.

The King’s Head has been known for many years for it’s good food. It’s well worth a visit for good gastro-pub food. Chips to die for! And for a good selection of local real ales – the Adnams is especially good.

Bawburgh is a pretty, small village just a handful of miles to the west of Norwich, just off A47 outer ring road.

Quotes of the Week

This week’s collection …

Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow.
[Mark Twain]

Now I know foreigners do things strangely but …

The 31-year-old king of the tiny Himalayan country of Bhutan announces his intention to marry this October.
[BBC News report]

Oh, that’s alright then. As long as he’s not marrying last October. That would be necrophilia.

I masturbate because it makes me feel warm, embodied, juicy, alert, calm, self-possessed, and fulfilled. I masturbate to celebrate my body and my sovereignty. I masturbate and am not ashamed to do so. There are other things I do when I’m alone that are far more embarrassing.
[Allison at http://thesexpositivephotoproject.blogspot.com]

One really shouldn’t laugh at other misfortune, especially in wartime …

9 May 1941 … We’d just got down to the Victoria in Turners Hill when there was a whoosh and a bang as a [250kg high explosive] bomb fell where the Fire Station is now – it was old Bertie Simpkins’ junk yard then. Mrs Whiddon who lived opposite had an old lavatory pan come in through her front bedroom window!
[Peter Rooke, Cheshunt at War 1939-1945]

Flowers always make people better, happier and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the soul.
[Luther Burbank]

Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.
[Dorothea Lang]

Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?
[Monty Python and the Holy Grail]

Rye

Rye, in East Sussex, is another of my favourite places because of its history, its friendliness, its proximity to the sea and to Romney Marsh and of course because of its “olde worlde” charm and picturesqueness.

St Anthony's, Rye
St Anthony’s, Rye, © Copyright by Keith Marshall, 2010.
Following on from my post of a couple of days ago about Fairfield church, I came upon this poem by Patric Dickinson (the poet, 1914-1994, not to be confused with my friend Patric Dickinson who is currently Clarenceux King of Arms and still very much alive).

Rye

It seems solid enough
As you come through the Landgate
And the streets climb up to the church
That, like a stranded ark,
     Straddles the hilltop.

But Time is different here.
The streets are full of beggars
You cannot see, who speak
The tongues of centuries
     To the deaf tourists.

‘We have always been perverse
And unprofessional beggars,
For we want to give, not take,
To offer you this town’s
     Particular nature.

‘It is not what you see
As you trip on the cobbles
And say the houses are quaint,
Nor was it ever like that,
     It is our presence.

‘The town keeps whispering
Its history – fishermen, merchants –
Lifetimes that have been built
From unimportant scraps
     To construct a clement

‘Enclave and sanctuary.
Once you have understood this,
You will feel Rye within,
And be disposed to come back,
     If you ever leave it.’