Hate those long goodbyes

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Goodbye350

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The slideshow above was put together in about half an hour. It only has 100 pics, not because there aren’t 350 or 3500 lying around, but because photobucket was running out of patience.


The Center for Biological Diversity had a similar idea: visit 350 Reasons we need to get to 350: 350 Species Threatened by Global Warming and click through their interactive map to see what we stand to lose in your neighborhood, and how climate change directly or indirectly affects the rest of life on this planet.

Much food for thought in some of the meatier diaries posted at the Greenroots site today. Of the few I’ve read, two that resonate are veritas curat’s The Church of 350 and Kitsap River’s Fish out of Water.

This year, slightly to the north here in Salmon Nation, the sockeye run on the Fraser River collapsed. Maybe the right word is disappeared. Much fingerpointing has ensued and many calls for studies and investigations, never mind the hundreds already done that prove beyond any question that sea lice from BC’s salmon farms are a major culprit. (Although one wonders if there are dead zones still unknown to us, and what would happen to a million or ten sockeye if they floated into one.)

The sad, sad predictable response is to argue over the dwindling resource and fret about the price at the supermarket. No one stops to wonder what will become of the Fraser basin’s ecosystem as a whole. Already ravaged by pine beetles, it now faces nutrient deprivation as the ancient cycle of replenishment from the sea is broken. Not to mention the probable starvation of the bears, and the dead zones approaching. We’re not talking about Lake Chad drying up, or Kashmir’s water supply shrinking to nothing, but right here in North America.

If you bring these things up, you are dismissed as a tree hugger. I have one question: How do you expect your children to live in a world that is unfit for animals?

We are awed not so much by the notion of the sacred any more, but by roided up athletes and trashy starlets. Why are we not awed by the mysteries of the interconnections between our planet’s chemistry and its life forms? That is what got us this far after all. Is that such a small thing?

I’d call it the Church of Earth. We don’t have to live in a state of mystical reverence. But we have to pay attention. And we have to do something about a popular culture dominated by baying lunatics, that thinks Sean Hannity’s opinion is as worthy of consideration as that of E. O. Wilson or Rajendra Pachauri. And about a governing and chattering class that has proven this summer that it cannot even do one thing at a time, and that dares – dares – to discuss intergenerational equity in the context of tax policy but not that of permanently impoverishing the natural world or destroying huge chunks of it forever. Turning bays into cesspools, mountains into sterile moonscapes, grinding up the last fish in the sea to make biofuel – these things constitute all out war on the future.

My favorite photo of the day said “There is no Planet B.”

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3 Responses to “Hate those long goodbyes”

  1. sisdevore Says:

    you’re the best.

  2. sisdevore Says:

    This is poignant beyond belief.

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