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This first portion is from my last post…

“Arguably, the creepiest thing I have ever seen on facebook was the “Live Poke” option I saw sometime last month. Apparently—because digitally poking someone isn’t quite creepy enough—facebook decided to introduce a live poke in honor of its revamp; for the first 100 people “poked” in each network, facebook would send a real person to poke the unsuspecting pokees
I have some problems with this…”

Here are two specific issues I have with the “Live Poke”-

A) This means that users can be easily located, which is obvious because people often provide their dorm and place of employment. Even just names that people willingly post as a profile header can be used to locate users by research through the scholarly tool Google or through campus databases; however, this example makes it crystal clear that ANYONE can locate a user, not just potential “friends.”

B) Someone who I care about or who cares about me or some random facebook stalker has given permission for a person that I do not know to locate me and touch some undisclosed part of my body.

*edit* It has been brought to my attention that the live poke was released on April 1, 2007, “enough said.” Facebook: one point, you got me with that one, but only because I rearely pay attention to the date; I wouldn’t put it past them anyway, so this entry stands.

StalkBook

Facebook: A craze sweeping the nation and who knows where else. Started as a college networking system, facebook has evolved into so much more; it began including high school students sometime last year and has since opened up its pages to anyone with a valid email address.

When I started school two-ish years ago, facebook provided a way to search for people on campus with similar interests and goals. This made it possble for users to find people in the same classes or dorm, “friend” them and be on the way to a blossoming friendship. I myself met a few people through facebook; this didn’t ammount to much and is currently a relationship strongly rooted in pretending as if we had never met or the exchange of awkward hellos in passing.

Someone whom you would meet at a party and recognize–”for some odd reason”–might say “I think I’m your friend on facebook,” and, based on immediate personality and appearance judgments, you would either think A.) This is a pretty cool person, after all that is why I am “friends” with him, or B.) This person is extremely creepy.

Because facebook is now open to one-and-all, a myriad of individuals can be found within its pages including professors who are fathers to students, siblings and ex’s who can look at everything you do through photos or “wall-to-wall” comment tracking that lists entire post discussions between two people.

Facebook took a smart step and appealed to the vanity of its members. Not only do they send an email notifying members when a picture they posted receives a comment, but they now send an email to an individual when any photo in which he/she is tagged in receives a comment. Not only can we see what people say about us when we look in the right places, but facebook plays tattletale/informant by letting members know the second someone does so and where specifically.

Plus, the third-person Status option allows users to feel like Kings and Queens and dictate to the computer what they are doing, how they are feeling or what they are specifically.

Examples:
Ryan is behind you in a towel. (updated 3 hours ago)
Bob is ready for a change. (updated 7 hours ago)
Dana is a big idiot.(updated 11 hours ago)
Kerry is watching a lame hilary duff movie on abc family, going to target, and watching desperate housewives while doing homework! (updated on Sunday)

There is also a new option for status subscriptions most likely used to stalk specific individuals, much like the alaram that can be set on AIM to notify members when a specific person on a buddy list performs an action. I have not explored and do not plan to explore this option; I am trying my best not to be among the ranks of facebook stalkers, though it is sometimes tempting not to mention easy to do.

The friends tab at the top of users’ profiles allows them to view their friends who have updated their profiles, view a page with updated stauses and view all friends who are online now. So, in a sense, a person can find out what a friend is doing, has done, where they are, how they feel, when they last signed in, etc.

A Social Timeline tab allows a person to view a clean, graphical layout of his or her social history. This chronologically details relationships, coworkers, travel buddies, random friends and more who have been in your life and you have chosen to label on facebook. Future biography writers may find this handy, but to me it’s a little creepy that a large portion of ones life is neatly laid out on a computer screen accompanied by photos.

Since its last upgrade, facebook has, if at all possible, become even more stalker friendly. If a user has not set privacy settings to cancel this option, the facebook News Feed tells the world anytime someone changes even a minute detail in her profile. Most of your “friends” will see that you went from “dating,” to “single” before you even have the time to breathe and think about the situation.

Arguably, the creepiest thing I have ever seen on facebook was the “Live Poke” option I saw sometime last month. Apparently—because digitally poking someone isn’t quite creepy enough—facebook decided to introduce a live poke in honor of its revamp; for the first 100 people “poked” in each network, facebook would send a real person to poke the unsuspecting pokees. All I will say about this at the moment is “creepy.” This in itself warrants its own post, which will be coming soon.

Facebook isn’t all bad—I have an account: point proven; it allows amazing relationships to form that otherwise might not have existed and makes it much easier for people to raise awareness for great causes through the Group function or mass messaging capabilities, but we must make it a point not forget to live in the real world at least some of the time.

Have real conversation before “facebooking” people, talk to people about your cause and poke people yourself.

Remember that awkward phase in the teenaged years when you weren’t sure how to interact with people? Well, welcome to life with facebook.

The completely distinct yet anonymous world of facebook and the internet in general allows us to do so much without actually interacting with people; if this trend becomes too all-encompassing, and we rely on poking and witty wall posts to garner the attention of perspective friends and use Notes and Messages to solve problems and argue with people, we may just find ourselves in some Sci-Fi world where the majority of our communication is through pixels and sound bites and the sun is something kept behind panes of glass.

not entirely related, but amusing none-the-less.

2 fat actresses, Hot Man and Skinny Pretty bring body image to the round table. These characters were the stars of the small-stage musical “A Girl’s Gotta Eat,” which I had the pleasure of seeing on Feb. 23 at Ohio University. The show was absolutely hilarious and totally worth the $0 admission fee–would that make it infinitely worthwhile?–and the scramble to get there on-time from work.

With the current and increasing emphasis on body image in the media, it’s surprising that there isn’t a mainstream musical addressing the topic. I could actually see this one making it. The two “fat actresses” attempt to make it in the body-critical world of entertainment dreading “the lift” inevitable in dance scenes and battling the stereotypes and judgments of others while being cast as the goofy next-door neighbor, the eccentric coworker or–duh duh duh–the mother of a Skinny Pretty daughter. Even though both of the actresses, A and B, have amazing voices, whit coming out the wazoo and attitude abound, they just can’t get the part…or the man.

Enter Hot Man: the object of A’s affection whom she does not believe she can have because “why would he want [her]” when he can get someone “better.”

The songs are rewrites of other musical songs including the new version of “Papa Can You Hear Me” entitled “Hot Man Can You Hear ME?”–”Hot man can you hear me? Hot man can you see me?”

The lead actress could freeze-frame the others on stage with a signal to the piano man, which allowed for some awesome one-liners and the oft-repeated mantra of “eat a sandwich” toward “skinnies” in general and toward Skinny Pretty, who was nice enough to like…but just too skinny.

Upon entrance, Skinny Pretty received her own theme song, a rendition of the “Jaws” theme with “Skinny Pretty” as the “Buh da.” When Skinny Pretty states something along the lines of “you guys will not believe this, I just lost ten pounds without even trying!”, she is freeze-framed while A and B whip out ribbon-rods and do some angry interpretive ribbon dancing around the frozen girl, complete with a panting break for oxygen.

The stage featured a single chair, Piano Man, whose piano was adorned with sandwich ingredients, and bowls of chips and cookies lining the front of the stage. The simplistic setting focused all of the attention on the characters and personal turmoil.

Piano man accompanied all of the action with some amazing and entertaining playing, breaking out in the “Jurassic Park” theme song during an A’s encouraging speech and personal epiphany, much to the dismay of A–are you comparing my size to a dinosaur’s?!

Commercials were placed in between scenes that dealt with weight loss or weight and image issues and included a commercial for a new and improved ipecac syrup that promised to be “better and easier than other options” as the actress motioned fingers down her throat.

The play wrapped up with a somewhat cheesy song about self-acceptance and empowerment, but it worked; after all, a message must be conveyed, and, all-in-all, it was a good message.

This play was funny, but it did deal with some major issues facing today’s youth and the ever-present pressures, whether realistic or self-inflicted and media-influenced, that people feel they must accept and conform to or be unhappy. In the end, the actor and actresses do learn a little bit more about themselves and self-acceptance, but it’s obvious that there will be an ongoing and uphill battle against pressures in this image-obsessed world.

Full Circle

A generation celebration.

This weekend I made the four-hour, cross-state trek home to celebrate my mother’s 50th birthday. After my arrival, I attempted to take a nap,—driving on three hours of sleep was not the brightest idea—but my mom arrived home, and, in her excitement to see her favorite, albeit only little girl, she cut that attempt short.

She was leaving shortly to visit my grandparents in their assisted living home for my grandmother’s birthday, and I decided to join her.

I didn’t know how this visit would turn out—good, bad, happy, sad—because my grandma was diagnosed with dementia about two years ago and since then has been sliding downhill rather quickly.

It’s strange bringing toys and stuffed animals to the adult who took care of you when you were little and drove you to the beach and community park to play.

My aunt met us there with my little cousins and we gave my grandma gifts and flowers, which she accepted and promptly donned the bouquet wrapper as a hat. My mom had brought a Mr. Potato head for my six-year-old cousin to work on with my grandma, but my cousin has become a little scared of my grandma lately because she talks to herself and says things that none of us understand. It’s understandable that she would be nervous but sad because she feels guilty about it and shouldn’t have to.

My grandmother worked on the potato head by herself and created an amusing but slightly creepy two-faced, Picasso-esque potato head and was perfectly happy with it.

This may sound as if I am taking this too lightly or poking fun at someone who can’t help her mental state or condition, but sometimes seeing the humor in a situation is the best way for people to get through it without simply denying it.

Looking around the room, I was suddenly hit by the generations of life that had sprung from those two “crazy old people” sitting in their rockers. Daughters and husbands; grandchildren–one in college, high school, middle school, elementary school; one getting her permanent teeth in; one about to go through puberty; one learning about the real world; one trying to graduate; a few attempting to figure out what to do with their lives; one going through menopause; one suffering from extreme anxiety and one having a midlife crisis.

It’s amazing that so many cliché life milestones can fit into one room.

The day after this meeting would be my mother’s fiftieth birthday party, where she would get overly tipsy–ok, I’ll say it, she would get “piss-ass drunk,” as my uncle described it–in order to accept the “50″ jokes and gags with a smile. This also proved useful in dealing with a giant ape of a singing telegram.

In our house would be five of seven siblings and their families, some friends, boyfriends, coworkers and neighbors, all gathered under one roof. Generations collided, conversed and consoled; they talked, drank and ate; they interacted, disagreed and laughed and it was a good sight to see.

My younger cousin, who will soon celebrate her sixth birthday, attempted to put on eyeliner and was embarrassed when I asked her what had happened to her face. My teenaged brother, who just turned 18, sat on his computer all night. The adults joked, played records and drank. The cousins, ages 20, 19, 19, 16, and nine, played board games, listened to Itunes and laughed at the adults.

Realizing that my grandmother witnessed these changes in her family and experienced them herself along the way left me feeling slightly nostalgic. Nostalgic for the stories she used to tell me, stories that made me realize that events from my youth might someday be just as interesting to my granddaughter; nostalgic for baking cookies with her when I was young and eating the frozen vegetables that would eventually be paired with dinner and nostalgic for all the discussions I had with her and those I would not get the chance to have.

My grandmother cannot accept that she needs care, does not know why she needs a cast on her arm or a special shoe and cannot remember that she needs medicine or that it’s 2007. She does know that she is old and that her children are telling her what to do and that she does not have a house, car or “things of her own” any more.

She truly has come full-circle in many ways. It’s as if she has surpassed old age and reverted back to childhood. She rounded the bases and returned home. The difference lies in the fact that she possesses all of the knowledge, faculties and life experiences gathered on the way and can no longer claim the innocence, ignorance or complacency of childhood.

Romiet and Julio

I attended a performance of Romeo and Juliet this past Thursday. When buying my tickets—at the amazing student price of $10—I realized that I had never seen a “classic” rendition of the play. The two shows I attended in the past were art-house performances and wildly interpretive. These adaptations attempted to create a new edge to the show, but ultimately portrayed the exact same message without much of a twist, aside from some crazy symbolism involving shoes and a dead girl.

The thought that I was going to see a “normal” performance had me feeling excited and cultured. Because I was excited, it’s needless to say that my bubble was about to burst. Not two days before the play I noticed an article in the local news paper titled “Romeo and Juliet: Shakespeare’s tale of life, love and death takes a twist.” Wah Wah, bring in the decrescendo-ing trombone . There went my idea of a night at the playhouse.

I read the article skimming for whatever “gritty” or “refreshing” “twist” the show would take and found that the theater company putting on the show, The Aquila Theater Company, would perform the classic script of Romeo and Juliet but would draw their parts from a hat.

At first this baffled me, but then the possibilities crept into my mind. Did this mean that the couple could be homosexual? Could the roles be reversed? Would Capulet be a cross-dressing, pants-wearing matriarch? Apparently, yes, yes and yes.

These amazing possibilities are plausible because supposedly—I’m still a bit skeptical–each member of the 6 person cast has learned every part in the play, and audience members draw the actors’ and actresses’ parts from bags.

The show could take any one of numerous twists. The performance I attended remained fairly neutral except that Romeo was a middle-aged man, Juliet: a younger woman, a man played the nurse and a woman portrayed Benvolio.

The performers did an amazing job; the nurse was especially hilarious, partly due to the fact that she was a he talking about breast feeding but mostly because the actor did a superb job and played the part well.

Mercutio developed into an amazing character, and while still mischievous, quick-witted and sly, he was played more flamboyantly than I’m accustomed to, which was not a negative point at all; he was even more entertaining than usual.

While the idea seemed strange and very un-classic, I realized that the performance, which had a minimal cast, a conservative setting and few props, probably came closer to an authentic, classic performance than any glamorous movie or “classic” rendition I could have seen or may ever see.

Not only are some of the female characters played by men, but the performance they gave contained much more humor than any renditions I have seen; the actors emphasized many lines, mostly sexual, that had been so unobtrusive in other performance, that I’d never noticed them. The minimal setting and props also seems more realistic from when Shakespeare’s plays and theater traveled through Europe.

The actual dialogue of the play struck me the most, because even though it was the same script, it seemed less pretentious than usual, and the flamboyant, often crude tones of voice and gestures only added to that feeling; however strange this sounds, it seems more accurate. Shakespeare wrote and performed for mass audiences, not just the elite, and that relatability and humor inclusive manner of performing would be key to keeping everyone interested and happy.

The performance was great, and the message we’ve become so accustomed to was given a new twist. Even the thought of a Romiet and Juliet, a Romeo and Julio or a Romiet and Julio was enough to drive home the idea of respecting, expecting and accepting diverse couples with love ultimately being the only important issue.

As a rose by any other name sounds as sweet, love, in any form it takes, remains as pure and strong.

The second piece of a three-part series following Dr. Sylvia Earle’s lecture on January 11th

Sea life often finds itself in a vulnerable position; humans upset the natural balance of the oceans by using fishing techniques to keep pace with the mass-consumption of seafood. Dr. Earle sites this as one among a multitude of reasons she chooses not to eat any seafood.

Throughout her lecture, I found myself wondering whether Dr. Earle ate fish or not. She spoke of fish and other sea creatures with such a passion, talking about how different fish have distinct personalities, attitudes, and behaviors. I found it hard to believe that she could eat them after such descriptions. She spoke of the sea life she interacted with much like you or I would talk about a pet.

My friend, who had joined me to listen to the lecture, turned to me and said, “I wonder if she eats fish,” echoing the questioning voice in my head. The curiosity was beginning to irritate me to the point where I considered asking about it in the question and answer session, but, thankfully, Dr. Earle answered on her own accord, and, no, she does not eat fish.

She never actually stated that she adopted a completely vegetarian lifestyle; nonetheless, her decision and reasoning got me thinking about the attitudes of many vegetarians I know and probably those of many others across the nation and world.

I would like to first give the disclaimer that I am not a vegetarian. I’ve toyed with the idea, but I like chicken and fish. I would say that I could refrain from eating red meat, but I like bacon. So, I am not preaching to “Go Veg!”, nor am I “Veg” bashing, I am merely throwing an observation out there for you to chew on, with scallions or bacon bits.

I know a handful of vegetarians, about eight actually. Now, it would seem to me that adopting the label of vegetarian means only eating produce type products and dairy. Fish and other seafood are living, breathing, bleeding animals.

Of these eight vegetarians I know, five consume fish and/or other forms of seafood.

A pescetarian is the correct term for “a vegetarian who supplements their diet with fish,” according to dictionary.com.

Dr. Earle said that we seem to be more sympathetic to creatures that are more like us. Cows and pigs have hair; they interact with humans; they have cute babies; they walk around, eat food, drink water and sleep; we respect them more than we do slimy, water-dwelling, egg-laying, plankton-sucking sea dwellers.

For those that adopted the vegetarian lifestyle on the platform that animals are treated cruelly in the process that brings them to our table, it seems a bit hypocritical to consume seafood.

Fish pulled out of the sea in large nets are dumped into boats and cargo holds to die suffocating in the air we find so harmless. Now, I don’t enjoy thinking about cows being killed so I can eat my hamburger, but I personally would rather be paralyzed by a bullet like they are than suffocate until I croak.

Dr. Earle objected to eating seafood mainly on the grounds of preventing the destruction that fishing techniques cause to populations of sea life and their habitats (see the last post: “Don’t Kill the Golden Goose!”). One other interesting point she raised involved the lifecycles of some commonly consumed fish.

She claimed that tuna live many years (the data I looked up in a variety of sources claimed from 7-20 years life expectancy depending on the species) and that the tuna we eat are normally only partially mature and are often caught at about ten years of age, as is the case with many other large fish.

Not only are these organisms older that I previously thought and presumably many think, but this means the organisms eat quite a bit of food themselves before they get to our table. “And the relevancy?” you ask–Well, according to Dr. Earle and, upon prompting, also a lesson I remembered learning in high school biology, a tuna eats smaller fish, crustaceans and other sea life, whish eats smaller sea life, which eats smaller organisms that eat plankton. The technical part of this cycle arises when toxins, such as mercury–the current health-scare revolving around seafood–are introduced to the cycle. As toxins move from the bottom of a food chain to the top, they increase in concentration.

I always found this detail baffling, reasoning that they would be diluted as they moved up the food chain, but after getting the question wrong on the AP practice test, and then having a similar question on the real test, I vowed never to forget that fact.

This actually makes sense; it’s why health junkies and experts everywhere warn against eating “large fish” too often because of their high mercury content. Shape magazine says to “avoid eating high-mercury fish such swordfish and shark,” and we know that those organisms are definitely toward the top of the chain in the ocean.

Mercury isn’t the only toxin we pollute our waters with either, so all of the other chemicals—think laundry detergent, oil compounds, pesticides—are also being filtered through and concentrated in the fish we eat. Not too appetizing.

My roommate cited conservation of resources as a reason for her decision to go vegetarian, rambling off some facts and numbers that accounted for the water and land that would hypothetically be conserved by growing crops on grazing lands. Much more of the population could be fed by these professed crops, thereby “ending”/mitigating national hunger.

It’s a bit ironic that, while in support of conserving resources, she actually contributes to a practice that uses more resources than it produces, a surprising fact I recalled from reading Stolen Harvest, by Vandana Shiva, a book I would recommend to anyone interested in the plight and future of plants, the environment and the market involved with and the actual quality of the food we eat.

This brings up one weak point that Dr. Earle addressed. She supports the consumption of farmed seafood such as shrimp and fish—also known as aquaculture—instead of consuming seafood caught in the wild.

I would support this practice if it were further developed and didn’t rely on mass amounts of resources to produce an inefficient amount of output. The industrialization of aquaculture and the attempt to mass produce luxury goods such as shrimp creates a wasteful system, using an estimated 1.1 million tons of feed (fish meal), which is created from 5.5 million tons of wet-weight fish, to produce 5.7 million tons of fish (estimated for 2000, Stolen Harvest).

Doubly ironic is the fact that the fish used to make the feed to produce the harvested life, which, remember, Dr. Earle supports on the grounds that it will prevent depletion of the oceanic life, is actually harvested from the sea.

There may be more efficient procedures now, but it seems that aquaculture has a long way to go before it becomes an alternative to ocean fishing, as the former relies upon the latter to function.

This mini-argument ties into the vegetarian point as well, simply by showing that our resources are not any better spent in the market of fishing or aqua-culture.

After stringing these facts and ideas together, I belive that to be a vegetarian, especially if one adopted the lifestyle for specific reasons and not just dietary ones (such as animal cruelty or resource conservation), individuals should either choose to follow the lifestyle of vegetarianism wholly or find away to redefine themselves and their lifestyles.

An animal is an animal. A plant is a plant.

So, for all of you vegetable totin,’ cow dotin,’ fish cookin’ individuals: pescetarianism or bust.

(This is the first of three-part series on Dr. Sylvia Earl’s lecture “A Woman in a Strange World.” )

This was one of Dr. Sylvia Earle’s mantras she introduced and discussed when speaking to at the Templeton-Blackburn Alumni Memorial Auditorium on January 11.

Dr. Earle, a well-known and respected marine biologist and explorer, spoke to the audience about the importance of immediate proactive measures that need to be taken in order to preserve the world’s oceans and the life that swims within them.

Many facts and figures, most of which were depressing and/or shocking, were thrown out during her speech. A few include:
-½ of the world’s choral reefs have been destroyed or are in danger of destruction
-90% of the ocean’s big fish have been depleted
-$50 billion in subsidies are given to big business fishing

The depletion of big fish can be stalled and fixed, namely, she said, by reducing the later figure. Many defend fishing and the harvesting of the sea’s aquatic life by pointing out that many communities rely on the industry as a means of livelihood; however, fishing no longer functions as a predominately family or community run business in most areas.

Big businesses are given subsidies by the government, which encourage them to hall in mass amounts of seafood, regardless of the byproduct or waste they create—think sea lions caught in nets and a three-to-one ration of unwanted catch to wanted—by using techniques like trawling and deep-sea net casting. These techniques not only affects the ocean in terms of fish populations, but they also destroy the delicate ecosystems of the oceans that take years to form.

Trawling- before and after.
Before and after trawling– a fishing technique that utilizes large, buoyed nets that are dragged across the sea floor.

Either way you choose to look at it, depletion of finite resources is not a good thing and has, does and will backfire on humans.

Just like the pollution of air and the over-abundance of greenhouse gasses causing global warming and the rapid exhaustion of the world’s oil, resources are being abused and used inefficiently.

When communities come to rely on resources and don’t take care of their harvesting practices, they risk not only suffering from the lack of these materials in their everyday lives, but they will most likely feel the strain financially as well. As with Appalachia’s reliance on coal mining and the draw to the west for gold and other examples throughout history, disaster can strike when communities put all of there stock in one market.

This idea comes back to the story of the golden egg-laying goose. “The Goose That Laid the Golden Egg” is one of Aesop’s fables meant to teach morals to the masses. A brief version of the tale goes like this…

A man and his wife had the good fortune to possess a goose which laid a golden egg every day. Lucky though they were, they soon began to think they were not getting rich fast enough, and, imagining the bird must be made of gold
inside, they decided to kill it in order to secure the whole store of precious metal at once. But when they cut it open they found it was just like any other goose. Thus, they neither got rich all at once, as they had hoped, nor enjoyed any longer the daily addition to their wealth.

As the story suggests and Dr. Earle stated, the goose should not be killed for quick money– or, in the case of the fishing market, for fast wealth and food—when it could be nurtured and kept alive for years to come, providing the caretakers with a bounty of wealth and resources.

Conservation efforts form only a part of the puzzle to preserving the world’s oceans; another pivotal requirement is found in knowledge and education, which, she said, is severely lacking. Together, these elements would allow humans to “decrease exploitation and increase exploration.”

There’s truth in Dr. Earle’s claim that so many are in the dark when it comes to the fate of our oceans.

Activists lobby and raise funds to stop the destruction of our rainforests and wetlands, but don’t give a second thought to the resource that makes our planet livable in the first place.

Many recognize that issues with pollution exist and need to be addressed, but most don’t know to what extent and are ignorant of the fact that there are other equally-pressing concerns when it comes to the seas.

Space exploration takes a spot at the top of many counties’ to-do lists. It’s ironic that the first thing space explorers look for when visiting other cosmic bodies or observing the surface of planets, such as mars, is evidence of water, when here on earth the majority of the underwater world of mountains, plains and valleys has been left unexplored.

Aquatic life at the deepest parts of the ocean lives in an environment that would be considered “hostile” to other forms of life, with underwater vents that spew out sulfuric compounds. These life forms survive and thrive in temperatures close to freezing (4 degrees centigrade) and live in complete darkness year-round

“I’d like to point out,” she added to her discussion of oceanic life, “that most of life on earth lives in the dark all the time, not just in Washington D.C.”

She flashed a picture of earth juxtaposed to its sister plant, Mars. Her point becoming immediately obvious as the pictures loaded; earth’s waters make it livable. The waves and churning of the oceans are the pulse and blood that keeps the planet—not to mention its inhabitants—breathing. So closely compared to Mars, Earth looks like a modern day Eden, and we continue to gorge ourselves on its apples because it hasn’t disappeared…yet.

Earth Mars


Goose fable: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Goose_that_Laid_the_Golden_Eggs
Trawling image: http://www.seafriends.org.nz/issues/cons/jackson1.jpg
Earth image: www.solarviews.com/cap/earth/earthafr.htm
Mars image: www.pa.msu.edu/…/planet_pages/Mars.htm