If you follow my blog regularly you probably know that I support the Sea Shepherds. Yesterday they sent another call to action out for a visual petition to free Captain Paul Watson:
‘To protest Captain Watson’s pending extradition and urge his release, Sea Shepherd is calling upon its supporters the world over to participate in an Online Visual Petition and Day of Action. We want you to visually answer one of the following questions: “Why is Captain Paul Watson important to our planet?” or “Why does Sea Shepherd matter to you?” ‘
So, after I read the call I went back into my archives and pulled out a picture I took in May. The picture shows shark eggs and was taken at the Sea Life Centre in Berlin, where I went to visit this “little” guy. So, why does Sea Shepherd matter to me? Well, it’s simple really. The animal trade is one of the biggest illegal industries in the world, right in there with drug and weapons trafficking. The Sea Shepherds are people, who go out there to fight the animal trade, since most governments don’t take this issue seriously enough or participate in the trade themselves. With that the Sea Shepherds literally risk their lives, since they are going against organised crime and a million dollar business. The Sea Shepherds have made many enemies and the Taiwanese Shark Fin Mafia even has a 20,000$ bounty on Captain Watson’s head.
“Captain Paul Watson was arrested in Frankfurt on May 13th on a 10-year-old warrant from Costa Rica while en route to Cannes, France. He is being detained in Germany for extradition to Costa Rica for an alleged “violation of ships’ traffic,” which occurred during the 2002 filming of the award-winning documentary, “Sharkwater.” The specific incident took place on the high seas in Guatemalan waters, when Sea Shepherd encountered an illegal shark-finning operation run by Costa Rican vessel, the Varadero. On order of Guatemalan authorities, Sea Shepherd instructed the crew of the Varadero to cease their shark-finning activities and head back to port to be prosecuted. While escorting the Varadero back to port, the tables were turned and a Guatemalan gunboat was dispatched to intercept the Sea Shepherd crew. To avoid the Guatemalan gunboat, Sea Shepherd then set sail for Costa Rica, where we uncovered even more illegal shark-finning activities in the form of dried shark fins by the thousands on the roofs of industrial buildings.”
By the way, in case you’re wondering how shark finning works: The sharks get their fins cut off for shark fin soup and then they simple get thrown back into the water to die there. I can’t even find words for how appalling I find this practice.
The Sea Shepherds don’t only protect sharks, but also – among others – dolphins, whales, seals and the Galapagos Islands. Their cause really is worth supporting and if you don’t know their work already, you should check out their website: seashepherd.org. You can also find the full Call to Action and information on how to participate here.
After I edited this picture I also played around with some more pictures, which you can see if you click on one of the pictures below.
This Shaun came to me on a ferry to England, when I moved there some years ago. When you press his face he starts to bleat. This is the reason why he has to sit on the shelf and is actually banned from the bed. Too many times I woke up from him going “baaa” in the middle of the night. Not exactly the best bed companion for an insomniac girl.
They don’t always agree about the choice of music. This time the Claudius won.
This is the first picture in a while that I’m really happy with. I just find the way I hold them two so expressive. I have no explanation for that …
Last week when I came home from tango at half past 4 at night I found Señor Bunny watching cartoons, I just had to take a picture!
I surely have to admit that I don’t always believe in Emil Bunny’s independence – he sometimes seems as if someone is putting words into his mouth and as if his movements are somewhat controlled by someone else. However, he seems to be sufficiently independent to end up sitting in front of my computer pawing the keyboard. He also strikes me as looking at the world with his own little cheeky grin.
He likes to watch some films, mostly the intellectual ones, together with me, while he’s not interested in others, like for example Jurassic Park. Last night when Jurassic Park 2 was on he was sitting on my bed reading a book instead. I asked him why he didn’t want to join me and he explained to me at length that he sympathizes with finding entertainment in human beings screaming and running for their lives, but once you’ve seen one of those monster films, you have seen them all. There are only so many ways you can be dismembered by giant teeth and claws. “Boring”, he said, with his funny high cartoon voice and carried on to explain that he prefers monster films that don’t pretend to have a scientific basis. No genetics, no chaos theory, just plain Godzilla stomping out of the sea screaming, soldiers being eaten, that sort of stuff. “Ah, come on, you watch intellectual stuff too, Señor Bunny!”, I said, “I saw you last week watching Persepolis”! He nodded and said: “Ah, you’re not paying attention, honey, I just don’t like *pseudo-intellectual* bullshit that is trying to explain scientific theories to morons, just so that they can have Dinosaurs eating humans in their backyards! As if fiction necessarily has to be *believable*, it’s ridiculous!”
Yes, Señor Bunny, I know, but still you chuckle when someone is getting his head bitten off by a gigantic monster. We all enjoy that. Personally I like it when my toy bunny pretends to be an intellectual wise ass. Maybe I should get a gigantic toy dinosaur to keep him company though …
This little guy’s name is Claudius. Don’t be deceived by his cute smile! He used to be a Roman warlord who was so cruel that some goddess turned him into a cute little toy bear so that he would learn the value of love. He has been scheming to take over the world ever since. For the last few years he was trying to achieve this evil plan of his from his temporary headquarters on a shelf in my dad’s place in the middle of nowhere. Don’t worry though, his plan is just as crappy as the ones Pinky and the Brain came up with, so he won’t be a threat any time soon. However, recently he made some progress: He sneaked into my suitcase to get to a more prominent part of the world and arrived in Berlin yesterday (I caught him when he tried to climb out). Maybe I have to keep a closer eye on him from now on …