Sunday, June 17, 2007

Seriously

These guys are artists and activists, and they can blow your mind. I am happy they are thinking about this planet we share. As a salp, I feel a little better that these folks know how to link. And then there's this guy from MIT with his Random List of Cool creatures and then this guy with his octopus fractals that are WAY beautiful. Let's go, humans! Love that Planet! Big, big love!!!

Friday, June 15, 2007

Skate's Egg

"The Skate's egg is much the same, only there is no tendril, but a curved hook at each corner. These hooks, of course, serve as anchors to hold the egg: no doubt they catch in weeds and stones. One fish, you see, ties her eggs with strings, the other uses anchors. These large "purse eggs" are like cradles, and the baby Skates do not slip out of them until they are quite ready to look after themselves in the ocean." - Within the Deep by R. Cadwallader Smith, Book VIII. Are these not beautiful? Like a little spaceship for fishes. Everytime one goes by me, split, leathery, growing mosses, I think of the beauteous skates that are born and glide over the bottoms like pale and lovely shadows. Have you seen one of these on the beach?

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Coastal

Monday, June 11, 2007

Strider

I met this character in a puddle on a log up above the high tide line, where the kids left me in a jar, whilst they were chasing Nacho. That Nacho. He'd come to help me get back into the sea, and then was distracted because the kids had corn chips in their pockets, or something, or so he said. Anyway, while I was waiting for him to come back, I was sitting there looking around and there was this creature STANDING ON TOP OF THE WATER. "Samuel Strider, Strider, Strider, Samuel, Samuel, Samuel, Strider," he said is his name, although he speaks very sybillantly so it was at first hard to tell that he was speaking to me at all, s s s s s s s s s s is all I could hear at first, but then we had quite a heart-rending conversation because he's from FRESH water (stinky) and I'm from SALT water and there we were, up on the tide line, so frightened together. I think that he was quite a decent chap, altogether, although he knows the salmon people, too, and is very much afraid of them, too. Those teeth and jaws. Bad breath. Like Nacho. AH, here he comes, the silly dog.