Pointless, Incessant Barking
This NewYorker cartoon sits on my desk:
Two dogs (I’m sure they are labs) sit facing each other in conversation.
One says: “I had my own blog for a while, but I decided to go back to just pointless, incessant barking.”
I’m in another cycle of perceived pointlessness. And that’s even in the fall, when my zing usually ramps up a few notches, summer’s lethargy having finally been zapped by the first frost–or this morning, a pretty hard freeze.
There are far too many serious topics to think, then possibly write about; and they, each one, demand more than a casual blog post. But then, even the ones that come after many hours of reading and reflecting are only so much barking. They may even find their way to newsprint. Woof on paper.
I think, in hindsight, that I should have spent the money and gone to Miami this year for the Society of Environmental Journalists conference that concludes today. Even if I’m only a vestigial appendage of that organization, it helps to be among those professionals whose bark has some potential bite.
This year, a featured speaker was NOAA chief, Jane Lubchenko, who warns of “osteoporosis of the seas”: the far-reaching impact of ocean acidification. I’ve written some while ago on the cost of losing the role of phytoplankton.
There are things we can do to prevent nitrogen runoff and such. But the chief culprit, says Lubchenko, is the high load of atmospheric CO2 that finds its way into the surface waters of ALL the world’s oceans. The cost is immeasurably high. Watch this excellent four-minute video from NOAA.
And even the same morning I read afresh about rising carbon dioxide’s threat to marine ecosystems comes a study (independent and even funded in part by the climate change denial folks) that confirms global warming, with numbers that fall very close to prior studies blamed as “climategate” collusion among science cronies.
So, another fork in the road: Incessant pointless barking heard only by the trees on Goose Creek. Or go on filling up my own blog, where the only noise might be the comforting clickety-click of the keyboard?
It’s a tough choice. I will need more coffee.