I’ve been in Hawa’ii for a few days, entirely away from the “news” or other kinds of “information” other than the price of sushi and low tide warnings (okay, that makes it seem idyllic- in fact, I was at a college debate tournament, which is generally something I’d like to go to about as much as I’d like to have my head waxed or eyeballs sanded. This one was perfectly fine, though, and entirely civilized.).
While there, I was able to go snorkeling at Hanauma Bay, on Oahu. It’s on
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In other words, it’s no North Pacific subtropical gyre. Which is, if you’re interested (and if you’re not, frankly, there’s something wrong with you), a giant pile of trash twice the size of Texas. As Stephen Colbert pointed out last night, consider that Texas is itself a giant pile of trash the size of Texas. So this is insanely large.
I’ve long been fascinated with trash - where does it go? What’s in it? It’s my inner anthropologist, perhaps - not that I go out & look through other people’s trash or anything (although this episode of Radio Lab made me want to), but books such as Garbage Land and Rubbish! or Waste and Want will, trust me, really make you think about what you’re throwing out and where it goes.
It’s just that, who knew? The path to immortality, as it turns out, is paved with plastic- as basically every piece of plastic that’s ever been made still exists. Not only that, but it’s breaking up into tiny pieces called nurdles that dissipate and get into everything- like the fish we eat, for example, giving off their toxic chemicals in every possible way.
A bit of hydrocarbon-themed cheer for you. Who says I don’t have the Halloween spirit?
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