Marine Animals and Bikinis on Friday

You don't want to read my utter nonsense every day, so today I'm sharing some link love with three other bloggers who write much more interesting stuff than you can find on this blog.


First up is Tim Zimmermann who has been blogging up a storm this week with posts on everything from test-tube meat to Henry Miller's advice on writing. But the post that really hit me hard between the eyes was about the problems caused by illegal driftnet fishing in the Mediterranean, Driftnet Destruction. Warning: if you are of a sensitive disposition, be aware there are some very sad pictures of beautiful sea creatures in awful distress in this article.


More cheerful, even playful, in mood is @ the beach on Noodles logbook. Noodle isn't a real person. Well, are any of us bloggers real people? But Noodle is even less real than the rest of us as she is only a character in the virtual reality world, Second Life. She (of course she may not be a she in real life) tells us, "I met this guy. Nice guy. Sailor. We talked boats and stuff. Eventually he said: I kinda like your blog. It's very boatly, but how come you never take pics like Alex and Taru, you know... swimsuits and stuff. I told him it is a boat blog, not a skin blog."

LOL. "Not a skin blog." I like that. Anyway Noodle posted a series of pictures of her in a bikini (and sometimes in only half a bikini) that was eerily reminiscent of a series on Taru's blog.

I hope the guy she met likes her pictures. My theory is that Noodle is really some grizzled old male Danish keelboat sailor about my age. If so, he looks damn good in a bikini.


Finally, I have to mention Cabarete Dreamin: Part One on Center of Effort. The author of this blog is apparently one of those awful paparazzi who seems to have captured a photo of me in Cabarete hanging out in a bar with not one but two beautiful women, and somehow linked me with a photo of Ursula Andress in a bikini. It gets even worse because this scurrilous article puts words in my mouth that sound like they belong in one of those tabloid rags you find by the checkout at the supermarket (not that I ever look at such publications you understand.) Who is the person writing this stuff? And can I dare hope that there won't be even worse "revelations" about me in parts 2 and 3 of this series?