Pesticide Survey

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K. Got up on time for calc this morning. Good shit, good shit. Got a lot of stuff to get done before tomorrow.

Calculus II: Recitation quiz at 8:35 am. Problems from chapter 7 including U and V substitution.
--Study Plan: practice problems

EPE Recitation; Quiz on Topics 1-6
--Study Plan: read detailed lecture notes, genius flashcards for topic, all tonight

Scientific and Technical Writing:
--White paper on fishery managemnent of FAO statistical zone 18
--Study Plan: [in library] go to notes and hilight major points, develop paradigm, get some better idea of scope of issue and write white letter as suggested by tevchnical writing companion


AFTER CLASS:

NOAA Hollings Essay

people generally only care about what they percieve to be directly related to them. their perception is narrow though, their view tunnelvision. they do not fully understand that all things are interconnected and of equal worth, all natural and immaterial things at least. they were all birthed to mothers and fathers. two humans, caught off guard after an act of lust, burdened with the task of adding a new pawn to the overcrowded chessboard we call society. or so they think. if they looked deeper they would see they are sons and daughters of the earth, grandchildren of the universe and random happenings brought on by the vastness of space that allows for such divine things as life and consciousness to occur when statistically improbable, nearly impossible. their light is dimmed by the society surrounding them and the parents to which they were born, and does not shine brightly enough that they can see how deep the rabbithole goes. given a lantern they could see a bit farther and observe that their surroundings are ruined by some of the things they love, but they can only comprehend the superficial explanations offered to them, tainted by the wants and needs of the machines that reconstructed their system of importance to emphasize the value of things made by the machines to make their lives cozier, allowing them to atrophy and shrivel away mind body and spirit. their souls regress from vast seas of empathy and potential and become naught more than than the reflection of a tiny puddle, who's picture is inundated with the images of the machines surrounding their hearts, keeping them locked in a cage farthest from the fruitful lands to which it would travel given the chance to be free. the machines bring humidity to the air. thick, drip drops of acid rain, that wet the wick that once burned so brightly within man and allowed him to see the true importance of the earth.

i live away from the mechinated metropolis. down by the sea. the machines's acrid vapor seeps into the air somewhere over the mountain and condenses into clouds. they have built their city in the center of the aerial currents, so that it may circulate throughout the globe. the mountain is my savior, for it knows that these currents want to bring the clouds to my land so they may quench my internal sun and sap up my soul-sea like a sponge. but the mountain is tall, and it is strong, and it rejects the currents and keeps me dry.

this is why i study the sea.
for what is unseen goes unnoticed and uncared for.
even those who care for the earth and hear the peeps that sometimes seep through the holding tank where the machines store the waters it reaps from the soul sea may only care for the tree, or the dog, the cow, or the deer. they want to protect their cousins but forget about their ancestors. their ancestors in the sea, who gave life to all those who now occupy the air sea. the machines acrid vapor mixes with the seabreeze and brings parasites and disease to the sea. and the like an cancer of the bowels it kills the sea while we stand by unnoticing. we see the surface turn funny hues of yellows browns and greens, and fail to see the disease eating it from the inside comes from us.

i study the sea because even those that see usually only see the epidermal melinoma. i want to cure the leukemia, the sickness gone unnoticed.

this is why i study the sea.

long ass high metaphores got in the way...edit.