Gulf Coast Seafood Is Safe
I meant to post about this earlier, and right now I feel like reading my book (Sir Vidia's Shadow by Paul Theroux, AGAIN), but I'm getting sleepy and Chris is off for the next two days and if I don't do it now it won't get done.
This article.
No, I don't know what's up with the LOLcat headline either, but this article makes me despair. (And plan never to eat at Sake Cafe again.) Pretty much everything makes us despair these days. I think it's hitting Chris harder because he works with the seafood people and the seafood itself every day, plus he loves the birds and the land of the Gulf Coast as much as I do. We read the newspaper each morning because we need to know what's going on, and then we talk about how depressed it makes us. I'm managing to keep my shit together because I know there is just absolutely no point in falling apart like I did after the failure of the federal levee system (back then, paradoxically, there seemed no other sane choice), but I don't have much hope for the future of the Gulf. My unhingement comes out in little ways, such as regularly getting into mind-knots where I have to remind myself that Jed Clampett is a FICTIONAL CHARACTER and there is NO REASON to be mad at him just because the goddamn bastard made a bunch of money off of OIL and then left his holler, where he could have made a big difference, and moved to fucking BEVERLY HILLS so the city slickers could laugh at the DUMB HICKS. NO REASON. There wouldn't have been a TV show without the stupid premise. I liked the TV show. I had a crush on Miss Hathaway when I was eight. I didn't get many crushes on women, but something queer in me recognized the queerness in Miss Hathaway even though she was always pretending to mack on Jethro.
You see? And this is the kind of thing poor Chris has to listen to in addition to reading the paper.
God, I was supposed to be talking about seafood. I just don't have the heart. All I can tell you is that locals are still eating Louisiana seafood with great enthusiasm, because we're afraid we won't be able to get it anymore, and nobody has gotten sick except the people out on the cleanup boats who have been forbidden to wear respirators while working around the toxic dispersant Corexit because it would be bad for BP's image.
This article.
No, I don't know what's up with the LOLcat headline either, but this article makes me despair. (And plan never to eat at Sake Cafe again.) Pretty much everything makes us despair these days. I think it's hitting Chris harder because he works with the seafood people and the seafood itself every day, plus he loves the birds and the land of the Gulf Coast as much as I do. We read the newspaper each morning because we need to know what's going on, and then we talk about how depressed it makes us. I'm managing to keep my shit together because I know there is just absolutely no point in falling apart like I did after the failure of the federal levee system (back then, paradoxically, there seemed no other sane choice), but I don't have much hope for the future of the Gulf. My unhingement comes out in little ways, such as regularly getting into mind-knots where I have to remind myself that Jed Clampett is a FICTIONAL CHARACTER and there is NO REASON to be mad at him just because the goddamn bastard made a bunch of money off of OIL and then left his holler, where he could have made a big difference, and moved to fucking BEVERLY HILLS so the city slickers could laugh at the DUMB HICKS. NO REASON. There wouldn't have been a TV show without the stupid premise. I liked the TV show. I had a crush on Miss Hathaway when I was eight. I didn't get many crushes on women, but something queer in me recognized the queerness in Miss Hathaway even though she was always pretending to mack on Jethro.
You see? And this is the kind of thing poor Chris has to listen to in addition to reading the paper.
God, I was supposed to be talking about seafood. I just don't have the heart. All I can tell you is that locals are still eating Louisiana seafood with great enthusiasm, because we're afraid we won't be able to get it anymore, and nobody has gotten sick except the people out on the cleanup boats who have been forbidden to wear respirators while working around the toxic dispersant Corexit because it would be bad for BP's image.