Alexandra Morton is the founder of the Raincoast Research Society, a passionate advocate for the marine life of the Pacific coast – and a constant thorn in the side of governments and irresponsible aquaculture corporations. A trained biologist who went to the remote Broughton archipelago to study the communications of killer whales, she was horrified by the impact on wild salmon after a host of salmon farms became established in the archipelago beginning in 1987.
On the Green Pieces blog, I've just posted a 1998 Sunday column about the relationship between price and value, with an introductory discussion about why we're having lobster for our Christmas Eve dinner, and what that means. And with my best holiday wishes for all of us.
Santa's Lobsters (or, Ho, Ho, Homard…)
In Paris, it's a hallowed tradition to eat lobster at Christmas – and so great freight-carrying airliners rumble down the runways at the Halifax airport every year, carrying crustaceans to the City of Light. It's become the biggest bonanza of the year for the Maritime lobster industry.
My Effiency Nova Scotia presentation in Sydney, which was postponed from today because of the weather, has been rescheduled for 7:00 on Monday, December 12, also at the Joan Harris Cruise Pavilion on the waterfront.
Cape Breton on Monday! Yayyy!
Marjorie had just completed her MA thesis, and her brother Geoffrey had sent her some money for a celebration dinner. Would we go to a downtown hotel, a multi-star city restaurant, a delightful emporium of ethnic cuisine?
Maybe. But what about the Trellis?
As the Harper government moves to (illegally) dismantle the Canadian Wheat Board, I want to share again a column I wrote in 2006, when they were first trying these shenanigans.
Sunday Herald – October 1, 2006
FEAR AND LOATHING IN THE WHEAT FIELDS
Among the worries which keep Maritimers awake at night, the Harper government’s drive to dismantle the Canadian Wheat Board probably doesn’t rank very high.
Freelance writing, like old age, is not for sissies – and it seems to get harder for each generation.
I’m moved to this observation by contemplating the autumn of my friend and colleague Chris Benjamin, who is 30 or 40 years younger than I am.
Nobody leaves a smaller footprint than a long-distance cruising sailor, who has to live for a month or more on the food, water, fuel and other supplies that can be packed into a boat with a living area about as big as a sheet of plywood.