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Sunday, February 3rd, 2008 01:01 pm
So you might remember in 2006 the big news was that the salmon population was down along the Pacific coast. The big topic was whether the salmon fishing season was going to be shortened at all. They ended up with a compromise that pleased nobody (except perhaps the northern fishermen -- they weren't affected as the discussion didn't even begin until their season was almost over): a barely shortened season and no per-day catch adjustments. We're mostly talking about Chinook here -- the glorious red-fleshed fish you make lox and salmon burgers and filets out of.

by the way, most of the links are just articles with information about salmon and they are randomly districuted through the post

The reason that the topic came up at all was a crisis. Water draws from the Klamath River had increased to the point that the river was too shallow for the fish. Not just because there were places that were tough to swim in, but because the whole river had become too warm and was incubating diseases that were wiping out the returning salmon.

Before the dams and diversions, the Klamath had one of the largest salmon spawns anywhere. Afterwards, it was the Sacramento River Delta populations that carried the baton for the California fishery. It's all one in the fishery: the fish go home to spawn to where they hatched, but they all swim in the same areas in the ocean, all mixed up. So the idea was whether to coddle all the fish for a bit in order to save the Klamath fishery. They decided not to.

This year the Delta Chinook population is down 88% from last year. Eighty-eight percent. Not down to eighty-eight percent of, no, it's down eighty-eight percent. From an already lowered population. (If you follow the newswire link to the 2006 article, you'll find a claim that the salmon population was generally quite healthy at the time: this is misleading -- the numbers of fish had already dropped significantly: notice that the spokesthing was talking about the catch being the highest in 50 years)

I don't know what they're going to suggest. But I have a suggestion: let's have a moratorium on salmon fishing, a nice long one, and hire the fihery workers to do environmental monitoring and cleanup. They already know a lot about the ocean, and they already have a feeling for fish. So we should just pay them decent wages to help build their stocks back up.

Meanwhile, there are Chinook invading Argentinian rivers, eating up all the fish and threatening the penguins. They are most likely escapees from Chilean fish farms.

On another front, the last of the great post-war cartoonists (that I know of) has died. He's not as well known as Walt Kelley, but Gus Arriola's strip "Gordo," while completely different, was "Pogo's" equal in every way.

(the first Walt Kelley link contains a claim that the quote "We have met the enemy and he is us" was first used by Walt Kelley in 1970, but I know it is in a piece about McCarthyism from my childhood -- maybe not the exact words, but close enough as makes no difference)
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Sunday, April 9th, 2006 11:08 am
So I already noted that salmon season opened on April 1, which is not an unusual day. The discussion still rages as to how long the season ought to be, and the local paper (the Santa Cruz County Sentinel, frequently referred to as the Senile for good reason) has been munching the story as badly as they can: I do believe that at least unconsciously they're trying to magnify the antagonism between fish conservationists and sport and commercial fishermen. They keep portraying the salmon season closure issue as one of "blaming the fishermen" for the problems of the Klamath River population, which it most definitely is not: the issues are, will a shorter fishing season help the Klamath River population hang in there until the Klamath River is allowed to become healthy again? Is there any point in trying to save the Klamath River population? These issues don't interest the newspaper, though, at least not as much as the prospect of angry salmon fishermen feeling oppressed by the people who are working to preserve the fish they depend on.

On another front, there's a couple in Live Oak who are possibly going to be charged with a crime because they picked a baby harbor seal up off Main Beach and took it home. Main Beach is kind of in the middle of town -- it's where the Boardwalk is and where the San Lorenzo River ends up. It's also a minor nursery spot for harbor seals, which fact is potentially a weapon in dealing with the Boardwalk's appetite for expansion. The baby seal is dead, of course: they're really quite fragile and need to be treated exactly as mommy would treat them, which does in fact include being left on the beach for periods of time while the mommy goes and gets food. What is really galling is that the people tried to keep the volunteer rescuer from finding the baby seal which they had deposited in a crate in their back yard. If they had been idiots who had just picked up the seal pup because they thought it had been abandoned, don't you think they would have welcomed somebody who knew something about keeping the thing alive? And even though they hadn't had it much longer than it takes to drive from Main Beach to their house just out of town, the seal was already visibly faltering when the rescuer picked it up and took it to the Marine Mammal Center. This is pone of those things coastal people should just know.

One last marine life bit: I think I mentioned that amazing numbers of sea otters have been sheltering in Elkhorn Slough during the storms. This is not because the sea otter population is growing, it's because they like to go in the slough and eat fat innkeepers and clams. Fat innkeepers are a kind of inverterbate whose burrows are inhabited by a lot of other species, but I couldn't resist writing "eat fat innkeepers" up there. Now the Coast Guard is investigating an incident where a guy drove his motorboat right through a raft of otters and was caught on video by the Friends of the Sea Otters. No otters seem to have been harmed, though they were visibly alarmed.

On May Day, there's going to be another "Day Without Mexicans." This is kind of an ethnically-defined general strike, which has been done before when the state legislature failed to reinstate drivers' licenses for undocumented residents. The ironic thing about that whole drivers' license thing is that before the Davis administration there were no restrictions on documented status, and the identification requirements to get a license were negligible. The thing that got the Republicans up in arms was a new law that required identification of some sort from the applicant's original country -- that is, a tightening of earlier law, though it was portrayed as a loosening of law. Anyway, the upcoming strike is going to be about the immigration "reform" discussion going on.

If you've seen Time magazine (last week?) you'll have seen the cover blurb: "Who gets to be an American?" But that's not the question at all. There are several questions. One of them is what does globalization mean? NAFTA threw millions of Mexicans off the land as it removed maize protection rules and ConAgra and Archer Daniels Midland and so on could take over the market. Where are these people supposed to go, and what are they supposed to do? They go looking for work. At the same time, in the US, industry, agriculture, and service companies are working to dismantle the protections that US workers have had since the forties -- and a cheap, competent, and disposable workforce suits them fine. But it also suits them fine to have a scapegoat handy, and an excuse to further abrogate civil rights and liberties. The fact that there is an identifiable Mexican look is useful to -- you can unleash the wrath of racists. And you can get these workers' natural allies, who are their natural competitors as well, to see them as "other" and prevent them from noticing that steps taken to isolate and persecute undocumented workers are also steps to disenfranchise them.

However, this cheap workforce, so easily scapegoated and isolated and accustomed to bad wages and working conditions, is also a cohesive group, with fifty years of social and labor organizing experience. When they call a strike, they strike. I'm expecting this to be a really interesting May Day.

For years I've been looking for the housing bubble to burst. I have a vindictive streak and I want the real estate agents, second-home buyers, house flippers, luxury home spec developers, and investors in general to suffer a lot. They've driven housing costs up so much that the shabby little highwater bungalow across the street was put on the market for $780,000 (ours is apparently an "up-and-coming" neighborhood, more's the pity). They've priced the working class out of the county. Well -- there's something happening. Not the dramatic, disastrous crash I would like (I said I was vindictive), but a general slowing down. Asking prices for houses continue to rise but sales have slowed dramatically. Last month, 37 houses were sold in the county (comparing with a couple hundred houses for March in boom years, and I'd be more precise about that if my source was).

It didn't rain much the last couple of days and Wednesday was totally rain free (so I finally got my plants in the ground -- a tall-form rosemary, a culinary sage, and two bachelor's buttons). However what we expect for the forseeable future is more rain. Highway 152 (one of three ways out of the county) has been shut for the duration because a 25-foot chunk of it fell over. More slides on other mountain roads, but not 17, which has been lined with great cement walls on all the scary cuts.
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Tuesday, April 4th, 2006 07:39 pm
Because the nice fellow was off work for a week and when he's off work he goes to the grocery store extra times and when he goes to the grocery store he brings home at least a half gallon of orange juice at a time, whether or not he even opened the last container,we have more orange juice than you need to drown a small pig.

So orange juice is the secret Iron Chef ingredient for the week.

Dinner tonight:

jasmine rice cooked in orange juice, with saffron, turmeric, celery and onion

carrots cooked in orange juice with (too much) cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg

thin sliced beef marinated in reduced orange juice and cooked with flour and onion and ginger

pear slices soaked in orange juice and dredged with what was supposed to be streusel of plain flour, almond meal, brown sugar and butter but somehow it came out less chunky than streusel so it all blended with the orange juice to make a sort of pudding thing, I know that seems redundant if you use pudding in the UK fashion but it's not a custard, because there's no eggs, so what is it? -- we ate this last with lemon curd I made the other day when I caramelized a pint and a half of mixed citrus peel and made a lemon cake with lemon curd filling and lemon more or less buttercream and the caramelized citrus peel pulverised and spread like glitter around the edge of the cake.

I try to make small things these days, especially small cakes, but I was still disappointed when the nice fellow and Frank devoured the cake while I was off switching out reagents and testing pH strips for the Coastal Water Commission. And whatever the other organization is in Monterey County that does about the same sort of thing.

On another front, it keeps on raining. And raining and raining and raining. March got only twice as much measured rainfall as it usually does, but it was up there at second place in terms of number of rainy days, and there's no reason to think it's going to stop anytime soon (low pressure systems out across the Pacific on into April and maybe May.

Until now the rain had been coming in canny little well-behaved chunks, and we've had no very bad floods or slides. But there's only so much water the soil can carry even if it's coming in the most demure way possible, and we're starting to get slides and warnings for more slides even though they've built great cement walls along the steepest cuts in the hillsides and planted erosion control vegetation on all the rest. Rumor is that Devil's Slide is closed for the duration -- that's okay by me, I hate that road anyways and I always take 17 to the the City. Highway 1 is beautiful, yes, but I can enjoy it up to Halfmoon Bay if I want, and come on home after.

Oh, and Zara -- salmon season ended up starting on time, but they're saying they might close it really early.
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Wednesday, March 8th, 2006 10:19 pm
So as of yesterday the indications were that the salmon season will in fact be cancelled. The Fisheries Management meetings in Seattle made a statement that pretty much said so.

Meanwhile, read this to see why it's all Karl Rove's fault. Or, take my word for it: for the last several years the Bush administration has been giving the okay to projects diverting the water out of the Klamath mostly for agriculture. The result is that the Klamath is too shallow and warm to support the salmon run -- bacteria proliferate which are dangerous to the salmon and they die in vast numbers. And the demand to divert more water comes from Republican politicians in Oregon, and Karl Rove smoothes the way for them.

I've started trying to read the Pacific Coast Salmon Plan which is seventy-eight pages in pdf form but so far I've gotten only to the part where they're defining overfishing.

But let's be clear, here: the problem with Klamath salmon is not overfishing: it's degradation of the Klamath.

The thing is, agriculture does not need to destroy the environment. Water conservation does not cause fields to dry up and blow away -- squandering water does. Toxic runoff and excessive evaporation are avoidable. Fields can be located and managed so as to use water well. But the knee-jerk reaction -- "development requires water, agriculture requires water, give all the water over or we'll all starve" puts everyone and everything in jeopardy, not just the cute little cohos and chinooks.

On another front: 1700 words, on a little sidetrack story set in the universe of Esperanza Highway, and I have been thinking about what to do next about all my poor unread little orphans.