tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post5647073043772223011..comments2024-03-21T05:30:03.220-04:00Comments on Science teacher: Barnacle philosophydoylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12901661320505882735noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-10153605029389469542009-03-23T06:49:00.000-04:002009-03-23T06:49:00.000-04:00Kia ora Michael!"I was alive yesterday, I am not a...<B>Kia ora Michael!</B><BR/><BR/>"I was alive yesterday, I am not alive today" sounds as if it's the next stage of the vertically-ill/horizontally-ill transition.<BR/><BR/>Patrick Holford, who is an exponent of the horizontally-ill/vertically-ill theory was <A HREF="http://www.radionz.co.nz/audio/national/sat/2009/02/28/patrick_holford_-_addiction_and_nutrition" REL="nofollow">interviewed by Kim Hill</A> last month. Maybe the barnacles could take a leaf out of Holford's new book? Or maybe they don't eat paper?<BR/><BR/><B>Catchya later</B><BR/>from Middle-earthBlogger In Middle-earthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08722634477041121797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-16397361123006861312009-03-15T20:37:00.000-04:002009-03-15T20:37:00.000-04:00Dear Michael -The silence on my own blog lately is...Dear Michael -<BR/><BR/>The silence on my own blog lately is deafening, so I do understand.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for scratching that memory to the surface. It was so long ago (over 20 years) but now it seems fresh again. That's a gift to me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-17040983907880320092009-03-15T20:05:00.000-04:002009-03-15T20:05:00.000-04:00Dear Kate,I was worried about the silence--I had n...Dear Kate,<BR/><BR/>I was worried about the silence--I had not heard a peep from anyone since posting this. After posting nonsense about fluoride and vaccines and beer vs. milk, topics that get the amygdalas going, I tried something closer to the heart.<BR/><BR/>And nothing.<BR/><BR/>Then I get a <I>marvelous</I> story from you. I am glad you shared your barnacle story. Thank you.doylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12901661320505882735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-64180851738575051232009-03-15T19:47:00.000-04:002009-03-15T19:47:00.000-04:00Barnacles need a better PR agent. I have one very ...Barnacles need a better PR agent. I have one very strong barnacle memory from Croatia. We were moving the boat to take on fresh water and fuel, and it would be the very last time that I would move the boat. I was leaving the next day for Boston, knowing that I was going to break someone's heart and that mine might just break as well. <BR/><BR/>We arrived at the fuel dock, and I was up on the bow. I miraculously caught the line, first time, with the boat hook and wrapped the line four times around the winch of the brand new Scottish windlass. I hit the button to start the windlass, it started up, and the gear to the winch slipped and the line began to pull through my hands. I quickly wrapped the line again (5 wraps) and hit the button with my foot. The winch slipped and the line pulled. The barnacles on the line (it lived in the water most of the time) shredded my palms, but I kept the boat from slamming into the dock by adding another wrap on the winch.<BR/><BR/>Spring lines were thrown and tied; we settled in to taking on fuel. I looked at my brutalized palms and headed to the galley and the peroxide. The captain was angry because I was bleeding on the deck. Then he tried the windlass and the damn thing slipped for him too. Somehow this was still my fault.<BR/><BR/>So, the barnacles helped me know that it was time to leave. I never moved the boat again.<BR/><BR/>All things die. My garden reminded me today. Things that I let stand over the winter were pulled down, kitchen scraps are making dirt, and the seeds are going in. The earth smells of spring and I am starting to find my balance. There is a philosophy of compost as well (although my eldest tells me she finds the idea of the pile 'icky'). Thanks for unearthing my barnacle memory.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com