And if the crisis would solve the whaling issue?

The other day I was talking to my dear friend and Guru, Sidney Holt, about this world economical crisis and if it would have any impact on the whaling scene as we know it. It is almost certain that good faith, politics, conservation policies, and lobbying alone will not turn the tide; the economical aspect of it all will be the decisive feature. As of now we cannot really forecast what will happen, but wondering about it, the fuel prices will fell dramatically, the Japanese whaling industry and hardware is getting old and they been having repeated misfortunes lately. The Oriental Bluebird, the refueling vessel that would go down to the Antarctic lost its registration and Panamá flag and is now registered in Japan requiring more staff and funds etc.

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What would be the decisions of the Japanese to the future, go forward and build the new factory ship, which will drown us on a few more years of negotiations and political battles on the stalemate state that the IWC is at the moment… we don’t know.
What do the Japanese really want of this entire circus, do we even know? It is obvious that most of the reasons they present are total bogus … so what now?

But the question I’m maybe more interested in finding out is what will the Obama Administration do? Will they uphold all the negotiations done by Hogarth? Will they change all of it upside down? It will be interesting to see!

1/3 of life crisis

In less than a month I’ll be 26 years old; and now I start thinking that maybe, just maybe I’ll not life forever.  People that are dear do me have died recently, I burry them, mutter their loss and kept trying to live my life on a good respectful and honorable way.
Before this things happened I would always feel (despise thinking differently) that; yes this stuff happen but it will never strike my core friends or family. Now I put my own end of life into perspective.  My Father was 68 years old when he died, I’ll be at that same age in about 42 years, seems quite a long time, but 26 have passed and I still don’t realize that now I’m a man (whatever that means), a adult, now I need to make my living, to build something, to keep a shelter, but something is missing.

A MEANING. I don’t know when it happened or how but in some ways I lost the will to live. Don’t know if it was the deceptions I took and gave, the easy life with all I could ask for, the disbelief in my own self, the incredulity, skepticism and mistrust on the world.  Something occurred that is beyond my understanding that led me to a inertia that is winning its way over me almost every day. I keep saying tomorrow it will change, tomorrow I’ll arise, and revolutionize all this, but it never happens.

Myself at a Fire Show in Carreiro de Joannes, Peniche, Portugal :: click by Diana Matoso

I also ask myself. What kind of meaning for my life am I searching for? A wife, a child, all my kindred and lifeline? When I’m not even sure of my ancestry and where I’m coming from. A mix of Celts, Arabs and Romans but I lack the strength of those long gone. Or do I need an aim, an objective that is higher than my own life, something I would be will to die for?

I’m not sure of many things… and I need to accept what I cannot change, and dare to change what I can, and have the courage and strength to surface from this puddle of mud I staked my head into and make a difference. And it will start today!