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.::Pretend like it's the Weekend::.

"Can't you see that its just raining? Ain't no need to go outside... but Baby, you hardly even notice when I try to show you this song is meant to keep ya from doing what your supposed to, like waking up too early. Maybe we can sleep in. I'll make you banana pancakes; pretend like its the weekend now. We could pretend it all the time..."

~Jack Johnson, Banana Pancakes ~

Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween Everybody!!!


Have a Spook-tacular time!

Hope everybody has a fun and safe Halloween. I'm going to celebrate in Newport Beach with Jason and company. (I think this will be my first Halloween where I'm not freezing the whole time!)

Check out this video... it's kinda funny, but has nothing to do with Halloween, except maybe the orange drink. Enjoy! http://nl.youtube.com/watch?v=XMyiMnQy9d4&feature=related

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Sick and Tired

I know we all agreed to avoid politics, however I would like to supply some food for thought. This is not intended to become a political debate between family members but to be an eye opener for all of us when considering future environmental policies and those who claim to support such policies.


I'm sure we're all well aware of my opinions towards the environment as well as the Democratic Party's platform to take a more environmentally friendly approach to politics, which is commendable. However, is it a true platform?

In the 1990s, pressures of politics, free trade, and globalization were hard at work to undermine the future of whales on this blue planet. According to Mother Jones, this new category of "cultural whaling" comes from the Office of Environmental Quality, under Vice President Al Gore. How ironic is it that this self-described "environmental" candidate for the presidency is credited with ushering in a new century of "cultural whaling" in direct violation of the International Whaling Commission's moratoriums on whaling?

In 1993, Vice President Al Gore met with Norwegian Prime Minister Gro Harlem Brundtland and secretly signaled to the Norwegians that the United States would not interfere with their plans to expand commercial whaling. Gore's infamous Norwegian memo was leaked to the press and published in full page ads with the caption "Blood and Gore." In the memo, the Vice President repeated the United States commitment to stand by and not interfere with Norwegian attempts to overturn the IWC ban on commercial whaling. Gore wrote, "This strengthens my argument for the need for a scheme that will allow resumption of whaling worldwide." Gore hoped to keep free trade options open to Norway and Japan by not interfering and going as far as supporting their commercial whaling operations.

Despite backlash from environmentally friendly elders, the younger members of the Makah tribe voted to resume their whaling, after all the price of a dead gray whale was $1 million in 1996. The United States allowed the Makah to take on "cultural whaling" and reduced its reputation as a global whaling watchdog and instead became an underground supporter of such acts, claiming it was for Native American rights. (Even though the majority of tribe members were strongly against such hunting techniques.)

Although gray whales are the target of the Makah tribe's whaling efforts, the most commonly killed whale worldwide is the minke whale, the most common baleen whale in the San Juans.

The minke whale, is the smallest of the "finner" whales (rorquals) and due to its size, remained relatively safe from whaling in its "glory" years. Relative to its slaughtered kin, the whale that hardly anyone paid much attention to emerged more abundant than ever. This suddenly transformed the littlest rorqual into something quite different - a target, and a test case for the price other whales may have to pay as soon as they start to become common again. These countries are not only killing minkes. Scientists analyzing meat at Japanese markets have found samples from Humpback, Sperm, and Blue whales... as well as my beloved orcas.

You may be thinking that we have no right to tell other countries or Native Tribes what to hunt. I beg to differ, and my reasoning has nothing to do with having empathy for whales. After analyzing more than a hundred samples of whale meat from restaurants and shops across Japan in 1999, Japanese toxicologists announced that half the specimens held concentrations of dangerous heavy metals such as mercury. The meat also contained organochlorines such as dioxin and PCBs, known to cause harm to nervous, endocrine, reproductive, and immune systems in mammals. Like seals and sea lions, minkes often feed fairly high on the food chain, gulping the big fish that gulp smaller fish that gulp krill-size plankton that gulp smaller plankton. At each of these stages, or trophic levels, pollutants from a large number of food organisms can become concentrated in the single organism digesting them. The process is termed bio accumulation. According to the Japanese researchers, some minkes were storing enough contaminants to pose a serious health risk to a human eating just a few ounces of blubber. A separate study revealed higher-than-normal levels of brain and heart damage among children in the Faeroe Islands whose mothers had eaten whale meat, primarily minke. This is a huge environmental concern. Being from Michigan, I can speak for the current failure of the Great Lakes. In this region, as well as in the Arctic, health problems and abnormal development during early childhood have been attributed to eating fish laden with chlorinated hydrocarbons... from OUR own fresh water supply!

In 2005 Japan announced its intention to more than double the Antarctic minke harvest, to 935 whales from this specific area a year. They also intend to expand their "scientific whaling" program to sperm whales, fin whales, Byrde's whales, and humpbacks. All of this was done with little backlash from ANY U.S. politician.

I don't want you all to think I'm a whale lover and hunter hater. I understand the necessity to hunt and would never criticize hunting for game management purposes. Where is the game management here?

I'm not trying to elevate whales above all other environmental causes. This is especially not an attempt to elevate animals to our level, but rather an effort to see ourselves with greater humility. I don't believe we are the sole claimants of such traits as intelligence or consciousness. I believe all life on earth has a spark of divinity... something any creationist would agree with (and perhaps even some new agers). We are to be the stewards of nature, not rapists of the natural world. Where are the fighters for such causes?

I'm sick of the politicized issues. It's becoming more and more difficult to see through the rhetoric and get to the point. I'm sick of candidates from BOTH parties telling the American people how to live: turn off your lights! Carpool! Don't turn on your air! Blame the big businesses! ~ And yet those same people have the gall to turn around and fly in their private jets, live in their extravagant houses, and parade their tour buses around the country. This is the real Straight Talk Express. I can't stand people who use the environment as a phony platform, from either side, and do nothing to champion the causes they "care about so dearly."


Is Al Gore a bad guy? I believe he has brought more attention to green causes than many other politicians in recent history and cannot and will not discredit him for that. However, it's time for all of us to quit drinking the political Kool-aid of either party and begin thinking for ourselves. In a world where few things are pure I hope one day someone will stand up to save our environment from ourselves and the politicians who use it to get votes from a concerned public.

Once again, I hope this doesn't open the floor for angry one-sided debate about specific parties. I was especially hurt by finding this out about Al Gore, because I saw him as a champion for environmental causes and looked past his party affiliations to see a noteworthy cause at work. Reading about his double-speak in the 90s was painful for a fellow environmentalist.

It's time to quit looking at environmental champions as whack-jobs and begin to see the human issues to consider. Infertility is becoming a huge concern for many couples... something the orcas showed us years ago. Children are suffering more frequently from autism... could mercury be a culprit, if so... the orcas showed us that years ago. Is bio accumulation a real issue... just because orcas don't have the dietary options we ever so brilliant humans have doesn't mean we're untouchable.
I feel used and I'm sick of voting for "change" promised for today, while we turn a blind eye to the changes of tomorrow. I want to be the voice for those who have no vote...

Sorry if this post stung a little, but I was equally stung by how two-faced politicians can be. Who is the champion of whales and the environment now?

P.S. Perhaps it's time to quit looking at political figures as heroes and begin to see them as humans with selfish desires.
Below: A humpback whale surfaces in Hawaii, looking the underwater photographer right in the eye. For being underwater creatures, their eyesight is nearly as good as ours. Why have such good vision if not to look up out of the water... and directly at us? Is this worth slaughtering? I say it's worth fighting for.

Some men see things as they are and say, "Why?" I dream of things that never were and ask, "Why not?"

Monday, October 20, 2008

In Summary

Sorry I haven't written lately, but I've been pretty busy setting up law school appointments, getting moved in, and trying to figure out the lay of the land... which will take time.
It's funny how fast time goes by as you get older. When I was little summer almost seemed too long. I was always ready to go back to school and start another year. This fall was the first time I can remember not having to go back to school, but somehow the summer ended too soon. I really miss the Residents. I never thought I'd grow so fond of the animals or that I'd meet so many people who share my fascination with them. I was able to help on research teams, a dream I never imagined I'd realize because I'm not a marine biologist. I may even return to San Juan Island to work more on Katherine's scat project. It was exciting to see J28 (Polaris) growing up into a mature female and mingle with the people who studied her and her family for decades. I was determined to learn as much about the local wildlife, and amassed quite the library of cetacean books. I experienced close encounters with a variety of cetaceans including orcas, pacific white-sided dolphins, minke whales, humpback whales, dall's porpoise, and harbor porpoise. I learned the orca ID process and got a feel for the individual animals' personalities and cliques.

Although I enjoyed all the animals, it was impossible not to have a few favorites: of course J28 (Polaris), J42 (Echo), J33 (Keet), J1 (Ruffles ~ don't give me a hard time... nostalgia), J2 (Granny, again nostalgia), L72 (Racer), L105 (Fluke), L111 (unnamed female calf), and T14 (Pender). Unfortunately seven animals became missing this summer: J43 (unnamed great grandcalf of Granny), J11 (Blossom, a mother of three), K7 (Lummi, estimated to be 98 years old), L21 (Ankh, a great grandmother), L67 (Splash, a 23 year old mother of two), L101 (Aurora, Splash's six year old son), and L111 (the newborn calf who died shortly after birth). The losses of J11 and L111 hit me the hardest. I had a great encounter with J11 in the beginning of July, shortly before her disappearance, when she swam right up to our boat and rolled over, showing us her perfectly white belly. She left behind her two sons, J27 (seventeen-year-old Blackberry) and J39 (five-year-old Mako) and a daughter, J31 (thirteen-year-old Tsuchi). I hope Mako returns next year, most youngsters that lose their mother don't survive. When we saw Mako later in the summer he was swimming in the slip stream (a calf position) of his big sister Tsuchi. J11 was estimated to be thirty six years old, too young for an orca to die. Orcas can potentially live into their nineties, and losing a producing age female is a hard hit not only to her offspring, but to the Southern Resident Community, which is at is lowest number since 2002. Another J Pod female, although quite a bit older, named Speiden (J8) appeared to be losing weight throughout the season and there is little hope she will return next summer. Speiden is a great grandmother and estimated to be seventy five. Baby L111 was another sad loss because I saw her shortly after she was born (she was a bright pinkish-orange and still had obvious fetal folds from being scrunched up inside of mom). I was hoping to see her reach maturity. It's still hard to believe she didn't make it after seeing her rolling around and playing with her family. L111 is the fourth calf her mother, L47 (Marina) lost in the past eight years. Researchers are concerned she is unable to nurse her calves for some reason and that they are dying of starvation. This just goes to show the problems are real and something must be done.

On a brighter note, I applied for the job with Dan McSweeney for this winter. He was unable to come to the island to interview me as planned and simply sent me all the application info. I'm still optimistic about getting the job and will keep you all posted with any news regarding jobs.

I had a great trip to LA, considering I did it alone. Stopping with Jen and family was great. I really enjoyed talking to Jen and Joelle's classes. Any time I can get people excited about helping our oceans is worth it to me. The kids were thrilled with the talk and many went home that night to adopt an orca. Besides educating the kids about orcas, I got hooked on new shows... thanks to my naughty Auntie Jen. Jo had a hard soccer game while I was in town, and despite the loss, her team looked good and Jo had some great plays. It seems like all the little cousins aren't so little anymore... pretty soon I'll be the little cousin. Dang.

Since arriving in LA, I've actually been somewhat busy. Tom and I had the chance to hang out and get to know each other better while the rest of the family was in West Yellowstone. He showed me around, took me to a Dodger game, and we attended his high school reunion. (However, I didn't go to the reunion without making a deal. Tom has to call up this girl Amanda who clearly has a crush on him. With any luck I'll be reporting that Tom has a girlfriend. Stay tuned...) In other matters, I'm taking the rest of the month to check out law schools. I will be applying to the following schools for sure: UCLA, Loyola, Pepperdine, UC Irvine, and Lewis and Clark. Please feel free to check out to following links to see what I'm interested in and give your input:

UCLA Law: http://www.law.ucla.edu/home/Default.aspx

Loyola Law: http://www.lls.edu/admissions/

Pepperdine Law: http://law.pepperdine.edu/

UC Irvine Law: http://www.law.uci.edu/

Lewis and Clark Law: http://law.lclark.edu/

It's easy to get frustrated at this stage because things are seeming more unsure than when I left. I really don't know where I'm going or where I'm going to work. If I don't get this Hawaii job, I will apply for PR jobs in the entertainment industry near the Burbank area in December. I'm going back to Michigan for the month of November to celebrate the holiday and Michael's 16th birthday as well as to visit friends and of course Dancer. (I'm really missing Dancer after seeing all these horses nearby.)

Ultimately, I came out west as a whale lover with little knowledge about life after college. I thought I knew myself well, but learned I'll never fully know myself because I'm always changing. Always growing. But one thing will never change: This past summer was one of the best summers of my life. My summer with the whales.


"Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we lived."

.::Me & My Fiance::.

.::Me & My Fiance::.
The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, someone to love, and something to hope for.

Let the Countdown Begin!