Showing posts with label microplastics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label microplastics. Show all posts

Thursday, February 18, 2021

Another day under lockdown

The beginning of week 48. In 32 more days, South Africans will have spent one year under some form of lockdown.
A silly joke:
     Time flies like the wind
     Fruit flies like bananas….

News blues…

(c) Covid-19 dashboard
New ideas and innovations in the fight against microplastics:
Microplastics have been found in rain, Arctic ice cores, inside the fish we eat, as well as in fruit and vegetables. New research suggests 136,000 tons of microplastics are ejected from the ocean each year, ending up in the air we breathe. They are in human placentas, our wastewater, and our drinking water. All plastic waste, regardless of size, is detrimental to the environment, but microplastics pose a special challenge given their minuscule size (some are 150 times smaller than a human hair) and ability to enter the food chain.
Read, “Magnets, vacuums and tiny nets: the new fight against microplastics” >> 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

One of the pleasures of this time of year in KZN – late summer – is the blossoming coral shrub in the garden. The shrub variety sprawls so I trim back the thorny limbs and cut off the blossoms to display in my bedroom. 
More than 100 species of Erythrina trees and shrubs  – aka coral– aka lucky bean tree, gewone koraalboom (Afrikaans) umsinsi (Zulu) – grow around the world.
A decorative tree, it is also an important ecosystem component, providing food and shelter for a variety of birds, animals and insects. Many birds and insects feed on the nectar. Vervet monkeys eat the flower buds. Kudu, klipspringer, black rhino and baboons graze on the leaves. Black rhinos, elephants and baboons eat the bark. Bush pigs eat the roots, and the brown-headed parrot eats and disperses the seed. Birds such as barbets and woodpeckers nest in the trunks of dead trees, and swarms of bees often inhabit hollow trunks. Erythrina lysistemon is also widely used and enjoyed by mankind. They have been regarded as royal trees, and were planted on the graves of Zulu chiefs. They were planted as living fences around kraals, homesteads and waterholes.
As the photo shows, it produces stunning flowers. It also produces pea-like pods that twist into sculptural shapes to eject the black and red seeds. 
I gather both pods and seeds and sprinkle them with scented oils to create aromatic mini sculptures.
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My mother, still weak, was nevertheless brighter yesterday during my visit. She follows what I’m saying – updates on the dogs and the (slow but steady) trickle of potential house buyers (no firm offers yet) – but still cannot clearly articulate her comments.



Monday, October 5, 2020

Barmy? Or bunkum?

“Barmy” is an old-style English term meaning slightly crazy or very foolish. It’s fitting for our times: The Septua-Octogenarian Era. 
Americans were dragged into this era when 77-year-old Joe Biden opened his campaign for president with the “No Malarkey” bus tour. (Malarkey: insincere or foolish talk, bunkum.). That term – and tour - quickly went by the wayside: too dated for contemporary voters
Nevertheless, barmy, bunkum, and malarkey – call ‘em what you will - are ubiquitous. Take a peek:

News blues…

On the sane side of things, however, a fight-back based upon love and humor:
Gay Men Hijack ‘Proud Boys’ Hashtag In Powerful Social Media Campaign.These new-version Proud Boys are “standing bi,” quipped one wag
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The Lincoln Project pushes to raise more funds to oust Trump and neutralize Trumpism:
Texas’ 38 electoral votes is the second largest prize on the map—and an absolute must-win for Trump.
We are the only movement that has proven we can effectively take Trump’s voters away from him.
If Texas flips to Biden, this election is over. Republicans will have squandered any ability to compete in a national election, all in the pursuit of unchecked power and loyalty to the worst president in our nation’s history.
Donald Trump's worst election nightmare is Republicans defecting from him. That is happening because we’re pushing deeper and deeper into GOP territory. Our best chance of crushing Trumpism for good is to deliver a humiliating and resounding defeat—with states like Texas in our coalition.
Our fight  (0:55 mins)

Healthy futures, anyone?

Political malarkey continues, but so do barmy practices that endanger every living entity on our vulnerable planet:
At least 14m tonnes of plastic pieces less than 5mm wide are likely sitting at the bottom of the world’s oceans, according to an estimate based on new research.  Analysis of ocean sediments from as deep as 3km suggests there could be more than 30 times as much plastic at the bottom of the world’s ocean than there is floating at the surface.
Australia’s government science agency, CSIRO, gathered and analysed cores of the ocean floor taken at six remote sites about 300km off the country’s southern coast in the Great Australian Bight.
Researchers looked at 51 samples and found that after excluding the weight of the water, each gram of sediment contained an average of 1.26 microplastic pieces.
Microplastics are 5mm or less in diameter and are mostly the result of larger plastic items breaking apart into ever smaller pieces.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch…

Seemingly overnight, I turned into my 87-year-old mother’s epitome of “disgusting,” “selling her furniture from under her,” etc., etc.
My head is still spinning from the abrupt about-face.
As said the matron of the facility in which my mother appeared happy until last Thursday, “You [meaning my mother] have gone through a number of major traumas: putting down your elderly dogs, leaving your home, moving into a strange place, selling your house…. Any of these alone is traumatic. Altogether they can easily overwhelm anyone.”
Too true.
Only problem? My mother believes she immune to trauma.
Me, on the other hand? I’m exhausted. This barmy bunkum and malarkey is also traumatizing. And I know I’m not immune.