We’ll pour it out, tonight.
This is crazy. When the spill first happened, they were saying it’s “no where near the size of the Valdez.” In hindsight, I can’t say that I believe that we were getting all the information. It was a bunch of lip service to the effect of “These wells are super-sophisticated. They’re designed to automatically close-off when something like this happens” and now we’re hearing “We can’t actually say at this time why the safety devices didn’t work, but we will continue to look into it.”
That’s not what you say when wildlife, human livelihood and thousands (maybe more?) of jobs — bringing in millions of dollars — are at stake. Those wetlands along the coast are one of the only buffers between hurricanes and Louisiana, not to mention a wildlife habitat.
I remember being so sad looking at pictures on the Exxon Valdez oil spill — seeing videos in school about ducks and seals covered in oil. I feel the same way now.
She later said that she realizes it wasn’t the brightest idea, but hey, you can’t fight your instincts.
Tough to speak for all of us, but my best assessment would be taking advantage of this youthful, detached period in our life when we still have the freedom to chase our dreams to the biggest city in the U.S. Searching for answers to questions we’re not even certain of in the first place. We’re all trying our best to make sense of this crazy rat race we call life, while still enjoying ourselves as most we can along the way.
It’s a tough question to answer, but I guess if you had to boil it down to one word: living. We’re living. The best we know how.
That’s what we’re doing.