Fading Coriolistic Anachronisms - A Vancouver Blog

Hi, I'm your friendly Coriolibot (as in "ro-bot").

It would seem Vince (shame on him) hasn't posted a fresh entry in a couple of days, so I am here to keep you entertained no matter what!

The post below is a random entry that we hope you haven't read before. Regular current entries follow. Enjoy, and come back soon for brand new posts!

Note: this random entry is served on a per-visit basis and will change if you reload the page. It will also not show up on regular RSS, Feedburner and Twitter feeds.

Random Entry: Klein Constantia: rebirth of Vin de Constance  
 Next: Fire drill and a fever | Previous: 24 hours
Sep 29
   Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2007...

Fish are friends, not food

As I promised on Marie’s blog recently, here are the links to the two grouper interviews, originally published on the Paradise Divers web site: one with Ben and one with Jerry. The bottom line, pardon the pun, is simple. Let’s not eat grouper. They are among the top predators on a reef and as such play a key role in the ecosystem. Decimating groupers means impacting the entire reef, not only the specie, and the consequences could be tragic.

Defined tags for this entry:

 

2007-09-29 01:04 • Posted in Bits and pieces: & Quotes:

0 Comments

Display comments as(Linear | Threaded)
  • No comments

Add Comment


Enclosing asterisks marks text as bold (*word*), underscore are made via _word_.
Standard emoticons like :-) and ;-) are converted to images.

To prevent automated Bots from commentspamming, please enter the string you see in the image below in the appropriate input box. Your comment will only be submitted if the strings match. Please ensure that your browser supports and accepts cookies, or your comment cannot be verified correctly.
CAPTCHA

BBCode format allowed


We now go back to current chronological entries:
Random Entry: Woodward’s end: just another brick off the wall  
 Next: Fire drill and a fever | Previous: 24 hours
May 4

Fading

« The ship’s tender drops me off on an lonely pier to which are tied up a few rusty fishing boats, almost all leaning to one side as if to show their long seafaring experience, just as John Wayne wore his hat tilted sideways. But I’m not fooled by the trick and I can feel they are simply tired and worn out, aspiring to never again leave the harbour’s calm waters and this dock they now use as a crutch... »

March 27, 1994 - Lombok, Indonesia.

Defined tags for this entry: ,

 

2008-05-04 22:11 • Posted in On the road: & Quotes:

0 Comments

Display comments as(Linear | Threaded)
  • No comments

Add Comment


Enclosing asterisks marks text as bold (*word*), underscore are made via _word_.
Standard emoticons like :-) and ;-) are converted to images.

To prevent automated Bots from commentspamming, please enter the string you see in the image below in the appropriate input box. Your comment will only be submitted if the strings match. Please ensure that your browser supports and accepts cookies, or your comment cannot be verified correctly.
CAPTCHA

BBCode format allowed