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Get over it.

Polar Problems

I have heard from some gulls that they heard from some gulls, who heard from some gulls, who heard from a musk ox that the polar bears are in big trouble. I thought, or rather hoped, that is was only us in the South having trouble but they say, no, it's bad up there, too. Check this out: http://environment.newscientist.com/channel/earth/climate-change/

Please help.

For Phyllis

Maybe if everything in the sea was this cute you'd pay more attention. Hi to Phyllis, who I met on the beach, when she was wearing a hat. At first I thought she was a salp who had managed to grow legs, her sympathy was so great, but then she what I thought was an eye, and it turns out it was a hat. What is that? Anyway, she has been very helpful and she pointed out that seahorses are not bad after all, even though I had to share my jar with one in San Diego. Bleah. Too scary. But I have to admit, they are cute.

Guys, Please!

So these kids had me in a jar; they caught me and carried me around for a day. I am feeling weak as jelly. Well, I suppose that is not surprising, considering I AM jelly, but jeez louise (I learned that from Nacho. It means, "golly gee whiz.") Anyway, they did dump me back in the sea and I am so grateful. I am going out to the Rock for a while to talk to birds and chill out. Phew! What are they eating? Looks like nudibranchs. Bleach. Actually they were pretty good kids. One is Emmalyn and one of them is Zane and they told me they are "twins." Sounds like a salpish kind of condition. The more of these big two-legs I meet the more I wonder, what is the problem? Why can't we all be friends? They seemed reasonable.

Terrible Tilly

Terrible Tilly is home to many seabirds. I have been hanging out around there. They are telling me that there are problems with the sea; it's too big, it's going around backwards. Also, they are not getting enough to eat. Their young are being swept off the Rock. This is new. They are looking for a new place to go, as the old places are no longer any good. They are developing a new way to communicate "how to go" so that the new ones don't get lost, and it is very hard, they say. What a place to live!

http://whyfiles.org/006migration/fact_sheet.html

Love

I've been busy.

Waves Down Under

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Communication

http://http://www.dailyastorian.info/main.asp?Search=1&ArticleID=42020&SectionID=2&SubSectionID=&S=1

Desperate, I am, to find a way to communicate. Yesterday whilst at sea a newspaper floated by and as it twisted and unfurled and disintegrated I was able to read the headlines: "Fishing Vessel Seeks and Reels in Derelict Trawl Nets From Sea Floor." There were pictures of men on the vessel pulling up nets with bright red, saucer-eyed rockfishes stuck into them. The article said that the world's largest telecommunications cable ran through these nets, between Rockaway Oregon and Chikura, Japan. The cable is owned by an Indian company called VSNL Intl. Communcations and apparently it can handle 7 terabits of information per second - or about seven times the capacity needed to transmit simultaneous phone calls from every phone line in the world. Only three inches in diameter, this is the biggest one of 11 such cables crossing the Pacific. I just need to make a call. I listen to the sounds of men and women whispering from these cables. I can use my Salpitude to do that. I also listen to broadcasts through the sea's ions, and sometimes I go up to the surface and listen to the stars. I can hear things through the hulls of metal ships passing by, and once in a very long while, a wooden ship goes past, sounding like a mallet. How do I get through to you?

http://www.vsnlinternational.com/news/release-view.asp?d=20041101

Razor Clamming

After the hailstorm yesterday, when I had to go beneath the waves to avoid a battering. That fresh water is very hard when it is frozen. Alas, I missed my rendezvous with Rafe. Today is very clement and I was hoping to run into Rafe again. Instead there was another "dog," this time a curly-haired grey one who was from Warrenton and he did not know Rafe at all. He, or she, I guess, kept looking around for its master, who was digging in the sand. She had one glaucus eye, so my sympathies were with her, although she did not leave a name, only said "Growf." Where is Rafe? How am I going to get my message through with such an unreliable medium? I must find an alternative way to communicate with Lincoln and Kimberly. Rafe tells me they are like gods, but after talking to Growf, I suspect this is what all "dogs" call their companions. Have I been mislead? Is this a god, here, with his net and boots, after all?

http://http://www.dfw.state.or.us/MRP/shellfish/razorclams/FAQs.asp