The ocean is not a bin

Hundreds of shards reveal the threat to wildlife from debris floating in our seas

The debris from the stomach of a green sea turtle

This collection of hundreds of coloured, jagged shards could be a work of abstract art. But the objects in the photograph to the right are the contents of the stomach of a sea turtle that lost its battle with plastic pollution.

Environmentalists examined the stomach of the juvenile turtle found off the coast of Argentina. The bellyful of debris that they found is symptomatic of the increasing threat to the sea turtles from a human addiction to plastic.

Sea turtles often mistake plastic items for jellyfish or other food. Ingesting non-biodegradable ocean pollution can cause a digestive blockage and internal lacerations. The result can be debilitation, followed by death.

Humans currently produce 260 million tons of plastic a year. When those products are pulled into the sea’s currents, the plastics do not biodegrade but are broken into smaller pieces which are consumed by marine life at the bottom of the food chain. An examination of gastrointestinal obstruction in a green turtle found off Florida discovered that, over the course of a month, the animal’s faeces had contained 74 foreign objects, including “four types of latex balloons, different types of hard plastic, a piece of carpet-like material and two 2-4mm tar balls.”

The biggest rubbish “swill” is the North Pacific Gyre, known as the “great garbage patch”, which is the size of Texas and contains an estimated 3.5 million items of detritus, ranging from toys to toothbrushes.

“The oceans have become one giant refuse bin for all manner of plastics. All sea turtle species are particularly prone and may be seriously harmed,” according to the biologists Colette Wabnitz, from the University of British Columbia, and Wallace Nichols, of the California Academy of Sciences. In “Plastic Pollution: An Ocean Emergency”, they write: “Continued research on the impacts of plastic on the ocean environment and human health is likely to conclude the problem is worse than currently understood.

“The symptom of this growing crisis can be seen inside and on sea turtles as well as their oceanic and terrestrial habitats. Bold initiatives that directly confront the source of plastic pollution, redesign packaging and rethink the very idea of ‘throwaway culture’ are urgently required.”

Almost all marine species, from plankton to whales, have ingested plastic. But, even in small quantities, plastic can kill sea turtles due to obstruction of the oesophagus or perforation of the bowel, the biologists said.

Fifty out of 92 turtles found dead, stranded on the shorelines of Rio Grande do Sul state in Brazil, had ingested a “considerable amount of man-made debris”.

Because young sea turtles indiscriminately feed on pelagic material, “high occurrences of plastic are common in the digestive tract of these small sea turtles,” the biologists write.

They are asking visitors to help reduce the threat from plastics during visits to coastal areas by bringing their own reusable bags and food containers, and avoiding plastic-bottled drinks.

via The plastic found in a single turtle’s stomach – Nature, Environment – The Independent.

Deaths Of 20,000 Japanese Afford Planet Solid 15 Minutes In Which Everyone Acts Like A Human Being

EARTH—Following the recent earthquake and tsunami that tragically took the lives of an estimated 20,000 Japanese citizens, the planet Earth was afforded a good 15 minutes during which its inhabitants behaved like actual human beings, sources reported.

In the quarter-hour that followed news of the massive natural disaster obliterating entire towns and killing or injuring thousands of innocent men, women, and children, social scientists around the globe reported rare—and in many cases unprecedented—occurrences of individuals feeling genuine empathy for their fellow humans, recognizing the evanescence of life, and experiencing a deep sense of awe and humility toward the overwhelming power of nature.

After the 900 seconds had passed, however, this behavior reportedly ceased.

“Though its duration was incredibly brief, in this span of time the entire human race was able to temporarily forget all its petty political interests, narcissism, greed, and ironic detachment for a few moments and behave like real people with compassion and respect,” social scientist Dr. Robert Westbrook said of the short-lived burst of basic decency. “There is no evidence of any significant bickering, lying, preening, or self-involvement during this period. In fact, it appears that all 6.7 billion human beings simply stopped for one quarter of an hour, became filled with genuine emotion, and said, ‘Oh, no, those poor people,’ while keeping their baser instincts in check.”

“That they instantly went back to being needy, solipsistic whiners does not change the fact that, for a fleeting moment, the world was a wholly humane and gentle place,” Westbrook added.

According to experts, immediately after the 15 minutes were over, the vast majority of the Earth’s people seemed to move on from the harrowing, incomprehensibly tragic event, and have spent the subsequent time attempting to get ahead in their careers, ignoring the plight of those desperately in need, thinking solely of themselves, and acting how they generally act at all times throughout their lives.

A sizable number of human beings around the planet were reportedly able to negate the sympathy and goodwill they had just exhibited toward Japan by moments later getting into an uninformed argument about the efficacy of nuclear power, making a crude Godzilla-related joke on their Twitter or Facebook page, or telling themselves they didn’t even know these people so it wasn’t really worth getting too upset about.

via Deaths Of 20,000 Japanese Afford Planet Solid 15 Minutes In Which Everyone Acts Like A Human Being | The Onion – America’s Finest News Source.

110323 Daffodils

It felt like summer, it really did. Relishing the sun at lunchtime, relaxing on the south lawn, students playing rounders, us talking crap. A beauty of a day. It not really being summer, the daffodils are in full-on flower, so many.

If an extended summer is an Indian Summer, what’s an early one called?

Sunny steps: 3936

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Comic relief in reverse. It does show up how patronising comic relief can be; not that the causes aren’t worthwhile. And how ridiculous our behaviour is in affluent countries.

Really like these images of the supermoon. Here’s a few of them:

We all see the same moon. Obvious, yet… makes me smile.

The first day of spring also makes me smile. Roll it on.

Entered into the world of Uncharted, which so far is much more fun for me than Little Big Planet. Snooping around ancient sites, climbing up stuff, discovering shit. Like a movie you take part in (albeit a B-movie, or LOST)

Steps: 4977

Lyric of the day: Beastie Boys – Right Right Now Now

Especially for those in the UK filling out your Census, check out MCA’s race. I filled mine today. When it asked what I consider my nationality to be, I put ‘Other – None’. Same for religion. I heard if you put Jedi, they’ll still count you as religious, so None it is.

Once upon a time up on this mic
MC’s be really workin’ on what they write
With the sound delight we rock all night
And yes we’re gonna party for the right to fight
We’re international like Matt Takei
Rock the mic from Munich out to Taipei
Still around the way is where we’ll stay
Say what we mean, mean what we say
Trajectories from the past are taking their toll and
What we do now is future moulding
Columbine bowling, childhood stolen
We need a bit more gun controlling

Right, Right, Now, Now
What is goin’ on?
We gotta get it goin’ on
Before it’s Too Far Gone
We gotta work together, it’s been too long

When I get on you scream “Hoo Tight!”
Rockin’ this flow I could go all night
I’m not here to fight, or incite
I’m like the beach in the Bahamas make you feel alright
I’m getting kind of tired of the situation
The US attacking other nations
And narration, on every station
False election’s got me losing my patience
I’m a funky-ass Jew and I’m on my way
And yes I got to say fuck the KKK
And oh yeah hey, how about today?
If you want to set it off then let me hear you say

Right, Right, Now, Now
What is goin’ on?
We gotta get it goin’ on
Before it’s Too Far Gone
We gotta work together, it’s been too long

I went to get a loan and they asked my race
I wrote down human inside the space
It’s a disgrace how they try to debase
It ain’t the bank’s damn business how my lineage trace
Now let me drop a verse that’s terse and concise
I’m an iron chef when I slice and dice
With the rhyme precise, the word is nice
So please pass me the Reunite on ice
Well let’s go to work and not beserk
‘Cause when the time comes the body goes to dirt
Try to smooth it out like Levert
Keep the mind alert and not revert

Right, Right, Now, Now
What is goin’ on?
We gotta get it goin’ on
Before it’s Too Far Gone
We gotta work together, it’s been too long

110320 Drugs

Watched High on Crack Street: The Lost Lives of Lowell. This is an HBO documentary from the 90s about a few crack users in Massachusetts. One of them is Dicky Eklund, the brother from the film The Fighter. It’s such a grim, compelling tale of hell on earth as the drug eats their lives, lives which were pretty chewed up anyway.

The nineties now seems to be the dullest, uncool decade. Not just in the documentary, but generally. The 80s have become cool again, but the 90s seem crap. But at least back then drug use, as I knew it, was almost quaint: heroin, coke, dope, speed, acid, etc. (Not that I took all these things) At least these were kind of known. Now people are taking all kinds of untested nonsense: meth, bath salts, plant food, the strongest bred dope strains, mad mixes of prescription drugs. There’s no telling what the effects of this kind blend are. What a mess.

Stepses: 4966

Lyric of the Day: What A Waste – Ian Dury & The Blockheads

I could be the driver an articulated lorry
I could be a poet, I wouldn’t need to worry
I could be the teacher in a classroom full of scholars
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs

What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste

Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don’t mind

(Schtum)

I could be a lawyer with stratagems and ruses
I could be a doctor with poultices and bruises
I could be a writer with a growing reputation
I could be the ticket man at Fulham Broadway station

What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste

Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don’t mind

I could be the catalyst that sparks the revolution
I could be an inmate in a long-term institution
I could lead to wide extremes, I could do or die
I could yawn and be withdrawn and watch them gallop by

What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste

Because I chose to play the fool in a six-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don’t mind

Chose to play the fool in a six-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined

What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don’t mind
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don’t mind

Chose to play the fool in a six-piece band
First night nerves every one night stand
I should be glad to be so inclined
What a waste! What a waste!
Rock and roll don’t mind

1978

110319 New Pond Walk

After yesterday’s rain, a bright, sunny day. We took a walk in the local area, out towards Hinton Ampner, turning back at New Pond Cottages. The daffodils were bowing to the frost as we left.

Gloves in a pot:

Brockwood Park School in the March sun:

Some of the Rhododendron in the Grove are in flower:

Through the woods on the ridge above Bramdean:

Red and black pollen pods:

The sap is rising, spring is almost here:

Going outside now to see if the Supermoon is up. The largest full moon in 18 years, I’m told.

Steps: 12,120

110318 New glasses

Day 6 each week in Moving Towards Balance is always relaxation and restorative poses, with one day of complete rest. After getting up around 7 we had some breakfast then went back to bed. At around 10, went into Winchester to pick up my new glasses:

Bought a used copy of Little Big Planet, playing on and off during the day. I haven’t played platformers since Super Mario World and this is basically the same thing, with heaps of imagination and some Mighty Boosh . Ultimately though it’s die, try again, die try again and all the frustration that comes with it. What I’m really waiting for is Gran Turismo 5, ordered a week a go but not arrived. I’m going to limit playing to one hour a day.

On Comic Relief they said that the majority of people who watch do not donate. That’s harsh.

Steps: 3129

Justin Bieber: Your Obsessive Love Or Hatred Of Me Means Nothing In The Grand Scheme Of Geological Time

In many ways, grasping the infinitesimal speck humanity constitutes is a source of great comfort. Even while I am in the midst of recording vocals in the studio or appearing on a daytime television program, it is admittedly seductive to stop for a moment and stare unblinking into the void and consider that, in terms of the ever-widening parabola made by the imperceptible slowing of Earth’s axis, soon everything—this planet, the moon, myself, the Milky Way galaxy, Usher, and all of your pointless mooning and disdain—will be forever silenced by the unstoppable spiral into total entropy.

Even the faintest memory of my dear, sweet friend Ellen DeGeneres will be swallowed by the cataclysmic crush of all matter collapsing in on itself.

I suppose we’ve come to the point where we should just plainly state the ugly truth of all this: If you expend any energy at all either obsessively doting on me or hating me with the very fiber of your being, then I’m sad to say you are squandering your brief window as a cognizant being in this universe. Unfortunately, I cannot tell you how better to use your comically tiny duration of sentience. Perhaps tell your family you love them; ponder the intricate beauty of a dew-flecked spiderweb; listen to Nicki Minaj’s very good studio debut Pink Friday. In the end, however, none of these things will matter all that much either, not in the great and widening chasm of geological time—let alone when one considers the age of the cosmos from which it has sprung. But maybe in these ways you can draw a brief moment of respite from the existential dread. Ultimately, I believe that this is all one can reasonably hope for.

There is no God.

via Your Obsessive Love Or Hatred Of Me Means Nothing In The Grand Scheme Of Geological Time | The Onion – America’s Finest News Source.

110317 Meltdown. Sounds nice, Is nasty

I like my power cheap and reliable, as we all do, but please could we find some way other than nuclear fission? It just seems so… vulnerable. Especially in areas where the surface of the planet is unstable. In Japan, it seems there has already been at least a partial meltdown of some sort, although information is sketchy. What is a meltdown? From PopSci:

What people mean when they say “meltdown” can refer to several different things, all likely coming after a hydrogen explosion. A “full meltdown” has a more generally accepted definition than, say, a “partial meltdown.” A full meltdown is a worst-case scenario: The zirconium alloy fuel rods and the fuel itself, along with whatever machinery is left in the nuclear core, will melt into a lava-like material known as corium. Corium is deeply nasty stuff, capable of burning right through the concrete containment vessel thanks to its prodigious heat and chemical force, and when all that supercharged nuclear matter gets together, it can actually restart the fission process, except at a totally uncontrollable rate. A breach of the containment vessel could lead to the release of all the awful radioactive junk the containment vessel was built to contain in the first place, which could lead to your basic Chernobyl-style destruction.

The problem with a full meltdown is that it’s usually the end result of a whole boatload of other chaos–explosions, fires, general destruction. Even at Chernobyl, which (unbelievably, in retrospect) had no containment building at all, the damage was caused mostly by the destruction of the plant by explosion and a graphite fire which allowed the corium to escape to the outside world, not the physical melting of the nuclear core.

Over the weekend, Chief Cabinet Secretary Yukio Edano somewhat hesitatingly confirmed a “partial” meltdown. What does that mean? Nobody knows! The New York Times notes that a “partial” meltdown doesn’t actually need to have any melting involved to qualify it as such–it could simply mean the fuel rods have been un-cooled long enough to corrode and crack, which given the hydrogen explosion, we know has already happened. But we’d advise against putting too much stock in any term relating to “meltdown”–it’ll be much more informative to find out what’s actually going on, rather than relying on a vague blanket term.

As TEPCO grapples with the damage the earthquake and tsunami did to the nuclear system, there’s going to be lots of news–there could be more explosions, mass evacuations, and more “meltdowns” of one kind or another. All we can do is learn about what’s going on, think calmly about the situation, and hope that TEPCO can eventually regain control of the plants.

Adam said that the guys who had to go into Chernobyl to literally clear up the mess were dead within a week. The man on the BBC said this cannot become as bad as Chernobyl, which is a slight relief. Corium… nasty… hope it doesn’t come to that.

Yoga at 0500
1 km swim this eve
Steps: 4921

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The day was all about getting back on top of things at work after the week off. Adam & I worked on the tender for the audio production work. I set up a replacement franking machine. Charles arrived, he’ll be working at the foundation as a mature student. Lunch in the springish air of a hazy sun, wondering about the situation in Japan with the fires and explosions at the nuclear plants. I decided earthquake prone zones and nuclear power do not mix. At all. The evening was all about setting up my new TV, a Sony Bravia, together with a PS3. I really like the remote, looking like the classic Sony remotes of the 80s, with a concave shape.

Steps: 3376

Scrap Book: Dell Cottages

Here’s a picture of Dell Cottages, back in 2005. We lived in the right hand of these two, on the upper floor. The view was expansive, over a long meadow flanked by two lanes and a wood. In the wood are ancient burial mounds. This was the second of four homes at Brockwood. First Dean, down by the A272, then Dell, then a flat in the centre above the laundry and kitchen, and now a flat above the reception area. By far this current one is my favourite, yet Dell had its charms, not least a garden surrounding the whole building, reaching into the woods, the woods reaching into the garden.

110315 Kripalu Yoga Teacher Training; Seven Stars Yoga

Three times yoga: a session this morning running through this evening’s class; teaching this evening; then to Petersfield for a new evening class. The evening class was a new style of yoga to me, called Seven Stars Yoga. They are influenced by Chinese qi gong as well as Indian yoga, and we practised two routines, an hour in total. It was a good way to use and circulate much of the energy I get after teaching. And to be taught is always a treat. I’ll be going again. Unfortunately good venues are hard to find and the Petersfield Community Centre was a bit grubby, with icky bits on the floor. The music from the dance class next door didn’t bother me and the class itself was fun.

A friend asked why I chose Kripalu to train at. I said:

I looked around extensively over many months when I was looking for a course. I knew I wanted a month-long rather than over a couple of years on weekends. I wanted the immersive experience. So this narrowed it down. In my researching Kripalu kept coming up and so I asked around my yoga friends and while none had direct experience, they had all heard good things. The only thing putting me off Kripalu at that stage was the hugeness (and ugliness) of the building, and it was quite pricey. I was impressed at the website and curriculum and attracted by them saying it is not so much an intellectual course, and that there aren’t too many exams. So a kind of negative attraction in that sense, but I don’t like memorizing and theorizing. Then I saw they did scholarships and applied, and was granted 40% off, so that kind of sealed the deal. But mainly it was the feeling it out and the good vibes from the site. Their apparent professionalism, the fact that they were once an ashram and that they had a long history of YTT courses also counted.

I was not disappointed. There was a strong sense that while they were routed in traditions (particularly chanting) they were progressive. The course was beyond anything I expected. Way beyond yoga-yoga into experiential sessions, dance, and what they call meditation in motion. I would definitely recommend it. The days are long, but not as long as some YTTs. Importantly it felt like a really safe training ground, and they structure the weeks very well, lengthening each practice teach each week. And you only have to teach those to five people. The food is very good. And there’s a sauna and hot bath, which I used every evening. You get two yoga classes a day plus a whole bunch of posture workshops. Damn, I need to say something negative, but I can’t… Of course, you have to take in a lot of the ‘real self’ ‘true self’ yoga talk, but I kind of accepted where they were coming from. I went for the cheapest option, the dorm. The girls had sometimes twenty in a room, but we were only five. Sound.

I’d really love to do it all over again, a course like that.

Something is changing for me in yoga after all these years. I am no longer subtly afraid of it, nor am I as afraid of teaching. Which is a very big deal.

Steps stepped: 4705

110313 Sap

Tidied up the place after my week of bachelorhood, with C coming back from Damascus this afternoon. On getting up I practised from the book Moving Towards Balance, by Rodney Yee, with the intention to follow the whole eight week course and learn some of the subtleties of the major poses, for myself and the class.

This afternoon I attended a nature tour of Brockwood with Phil, a visiting biologist. I videoed some of it and will post it when edited. Perhaps it can go on the Brockwood blog. We walked around the north and south lawns, the field to the south, and the plantation, with Phil pointing out natural features I just wouldn’t have noticed. We ate hawthorn leaf buds and drank a little birch sap, both highly nutritious. (Incidentally, I’d like to have a juicer again to create some super health potions. Maybe I can put these ingredients in.)

After blogging the drum & bass entry, I read the next part of the journal from 97, writing during listening to Megatripolis. I downloaded most of it and will have a session when I go to bed. See later post.

This was the last day of my holiday. Will take some more next month as I have 4 weeks left to use before August meaning a week a month if I don’t carry any over… wow!

Steps stepped: 4567

Meanwhile in 1997, listening to drum & bass

DJ Hype on the mix with some mental drum & bass. The candles are going crazy to the music but if I turned the music off they’d still be going crazy. Not too impressed, averagely hectic, great bass lines. I like the bass lines – lovely, jokey – although the beats are bog standard.

What the hell does it mean
Mr Bigwig
Give me two sycamore seeds
I’ll plant one by the ocean and one by the lake
Charlie and Bill
And lick their leaves I will
Salty and not salty

Bing bing bing bing
dum dum
eerrgh eergh
ooh ooh ooh
dur dur dur dur

Drum & Bass. This is mad music and probably IMPOSSIBLE to relax to. But that’s not what it’s for I don’t expect

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Went to Petersfield, got on the bus to Selborne, walked to Petersfield. That’s my idea of fun.

On the bus there was a little boy with his dad and granddad, going to Alton to ride the steam train. Are you having a nice time? Are you having a nice time? The father kept asking. Are you having a nice time? Because daddy wants you to have a nice time. I’m having a nice time, the boy reluctantly replied. Sat just in front, I wasn’t convinced. Then a sudden retch and sploosh, the boy was sick over the window and seat then promptly burst into tears and wailing. This lasted many minutes as granddad got the wet wipes out and tried to mop it up. Once he’d stopped crying, again the boy repeated, I’m having a nice time. By then I’d moved further back in the bus because it smelt of sick up there.

The walk was very good for me. Four hours out in the open, following the chain of hangers south from Selborne to Hawkley, then over the meaty Shoulder of Mutton hill to Steep and Petersfield, through an area called Little Switzerland. The waterfall is always a delight, so near to home.

This evening watched The Social Network for the second time. Geeks! Harvard! Jocks! Coding! Not listening! Pilfering! Partying! Blogging! Suing!

Steps stepped: 21,340 (A new record)