Thursday, February 25, 2010

500 Words on Killer Whales

They call them what? On Wednesday, an orca – popularly and inappropriately known as a “killer whales” – killed its trainer during a show at Orlando’s Sea World. The world is shocked and outraged. The Shamu Stadium of the Orlando theme park was filled and thousands witness the gruesome death of the trainer, Dawn Brancheau.

Ms. Brancheau’s death is horrible, and I do not intend on cheapening the loss to her family and friends. But, every day, hundreds of “trainers” around the world get into tanks with massive, dangerous animals for entertainment. Her death is horrible, but not unexpected.

Killer whales are not even whales, but dolphins. They are the largest dolphins and earned their name because they’ve been known to kill large whales. Orcas are apex predators that have no known natural predators. Only man hunts orca.

How does living in captivity affect an orca? We can’t ask them, but we can ask ourselves. The orcas do give us some signs. The majority of males will experience dorsal fin collapse, a problem rarely seen in the wild. Orcas are generally docile among others, but in captivity they often demonstrate aggressive behavior. While there has never been a reported attack on humans in the wild, there have been dozens in captivity over the last 4 decades.

Orcas are found in all of the world’s oceans. Many types are transient, travelling thousands of miles. Even the resident breeds will travel all over, like throughout the Puget Sound in Washington. At Sea World, and other marine theme parks, the orcas live in captivity. While a million-gallon, 35 foot tank might sound big, compare it with the Pacific Ocean, or even just the Santa Monica Bay.

They are highly social animals that we trap into tanks, isolating them from their peers. They typically stay with their mothers their entire lives and living and traveling in multi-generational families. At Sea World, they swim in a tank alone or with one or two other orcas. And Sea World has the best reputation for treating marine mammals well. While orcas typically live for 50 years, and as long as 80 years, in the wild, the average life span in captivity is 25. Most killer whales don’t even sexually mature until 15-20 years.

They don’t hunt, we feed them. They don’t socialize, we make them perform. They swim in circles, not freely. They are 15,000 pound animals and we think that we can control and dominate them for entertainment.

I want to make clear that I’m not anti-zoo/anti-aquarium. But I don’t think we should confine massive animals in small places and purposefully change their behavior for entertainment. That’s not what good zoos or aquariums do.

It was horrible when Chris Farley died. He was a brilliantly talented comedian and actor. But it wasn’t a surprise. He was morbidly obese with a heart condition and a coke habit. When a 12,000 pound animal named a “killer whale” takes a human life, it is only doing what should be expected.

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This is the trailer for The Cove. This movie will make you rethink every marine mammal in captivity, from Sea World to dolphin encounters.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

500 Words on News from the NFL: 1st Edition

One of the new features on 500 Words will be a rundown of the best football stories of the week. Even during the off-season there is plenty to get excited about. Turn here for quick fix of the NFL news that I find the most interesting and exciting each week.

LT gets cut from the Chargers. It’s the biggest news of the week, and the most personal for me. When my brother moved to Southern California, we picked up season tickets to the San Diego Chargers. It was an interesting case of football kismet: San Diego’s new starting quarterback, Phillip Rivers, picked up where the recently cut starter, Drew Brees, left off (before his career was saved by the New Orleans Saints and he saved the Saints). Rivers was the new guy, which means his following wasn’t huge. Sitting in the stands, fans backs were adorned with the name “Tomlinson” not "Rivers."

LaDainian Tomilinson, San Diego’s supercharged running back, was the star at the Q. Even as Rivers found his rythym, LT (as fans screamed from their seats) owned the hearts of the fans. My first cheers at home for the Chargers were for LT. His play was always exciting and his charity profound. But with his age and payroll both rising, the Chargers just didn’t have room for LT any more. He’ll be playing next season, just not for San Diego. And now Breesus himself is weighing in, proposing LT don the black and gold.

Will Tim Tebow fall as flat as his controversial Super Bowl commercial? During the run up to the Saints historic Super Bowl victory, a little fundie sail boat tried to steal of the wind from the Who Dat Nation. Tim Tebow -- college star -- and his family created a smokeless firestorm by taping a spot for the Christian fundamentalist Focus on the Family organization. CBS strayed from its long established “No Advocacy Ads” policy for the Super Bowl under the financial pressure of slipping ad sales. It was a great stunt. The commercial was harmless but it got the nation’s attention for Focus and Tebow’s fundie beliefs.

I like football because I can sit in a crowded bar with fans from 32 different teams and 32 different walks of life and cheer for the same game. Football only divides us by the colors we wear. On any given Sunday, we are all football fans. Except for Tebow.

His evangelism never stops and it slowly breaks down this promise we have as fans. He likes to play football, but he likes to make new Christians more. As he gears up for his first season in the NFL and gets signed to a big time team, I hope he can learn how to focus on the game and save the scripture for his church.

The funniest football fan in America? My friend Amy ran into Chad Ochocinco at Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles and made him laugh. She made a man who legally changed his name to his jersey number laugh! That’s one funny lady.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

500 Words on Missing Words

I’ve always loved writing, and have a lot of fun blogging over the years. When I quit teaching in early November, my schedule had a lot more room in it. My plan – my brilliant plan – was to use this blog to practice writing and get some feedback. I’d have a lot more time and it only takes a couple of hours to research and write a post. It was going to be perfect.

And then reality got in the way.

My triumphant return is an explanation of where I’ve been. I hope you’ll understand.

Who dat gonna keep me from bloggin’? Since 2005, I’ve spent my Sundays on dive boats. I never took more than 10 weekends off each year and rarely did one of these Sundays fall during football season. There were a few Sundays that I could focus on football, but I had tickets to the Chargers with my brother and was focusing on only one game. Hell, I watched 3 Super Bowls on dive boats and caught the end of a fourth after a morning shore diving.

So Saints football only held my attention on Monday or Thursday night games. Otherwise, I had to settle with recaps, websites, and first-hand accounts from my fellow Super-fan Amy. SCUBA diving ruined my football.

So it’s only fitting that football would ruin my blogging. In fairness, my original schedule never demanded much attention on a Sunday – which was good because I spent most Sundays during the regular season holding court for two games in a row – but the historic playoff run of the New Orleans Saints started dominating my post-season life. In my free time I was reading about the Saints, talking about the Saints, and making Saints-inspired iTunes playlists. I spent 2 full weeks between the NFC Championship game and the Super Bowl thinking only in black and gold.

In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies keep me from blogging. Ironically, around the time my blogging lapsed I cancelled my DirecTV service. Right now, I have no television access. I was watching too much television and quitting cold turkey would free up hours a day. Until I found a loop hole. My inadequately unused Netflix account would feed the addiction with 10 seasons of streaming Law & Order SVU. I’m now finished through season 10, in case you were wondering.

It’s a Kindle world, I just live in it. Shop for a book, read a book, finish a book. Repeat. I got a Kindle for Christmas and it’s a hundred times better than I imagined.

So, I’ve managed to keep busy, but not busy doing the things I want to be busy doing. But there is good news. The New Orleans Saints are Super Bowl Champions, there are only 10 seasons of SVU on Netflix, and reading helps me write. Hopefully, I’ll settle back into the routine that I never quite perfected.