when findings appear
sensational vision tends
Reading this morning, I came across the story, ‘People may be overselling the myth’: should we bring back the wolf? by Phoebe Weston, a biodiversity writer for the Guardian.
The story deals with the complex of idea of the benefits derived from the re-release of near extinct predator animals back into the wild.
What I found somewhat refreshing in the article was one, its use of language and word along with the near blasphemous concept that science might be and maybe should be questioned.
When I was a kid growing up in Grand Rapids, Michigan, during the summer one of the big moments of the day was the delivery of the daily paper.
Down in the lower right hand corner of the front page was a small graphic of a thermometer that showed the current temperature of Lake Michigan at the Grand Haven State Park.
As it slowly crept up to near 70 degrees we would get excited and start yelling to our Mom that it was time to get the lake.
The temperature of the water in Lake Michigan along the shore can change in a matter of hours.
The center, deeper parts of the lake never warm up much and neither do the part of the lake, north of Ludington.
A shift of the wind out to out of the north can drop the temperature of the water along the shore faster than you can say ‘get your swimming suit on.’
Yet we would get excited when we got a the information in the paper.
A paper that had been printed sometime that day with information the newspaper staff had picked up, most likely the day before.
So the information we were getting was at least 24 hours old.
Who knew what the water temp was by that time.
Years later I worked at a local TV station and working with the weather team we created and online map that reported the water temperatures of Lake Michigan at the State Parks along the shore.
We had discovered that in all the METAR tables of data that the National Weather Service made available to us, there was a report of Water Temps.
This was daily data that we could get using the internet and use on air.
I told the weather team my story about reading the temp in the paper and how old it was by the time we got it.
This caught the interest of the chief Meteorologist who decided to call the National Weather Service and ask how this water temp data was gathered.
Turned out that State Park Rangers all had a thermometer on a rope and each day, sometime before 11AM, they would take the thermometer down to the beach and throw in the water, reel it in, read of the temp on the thermometer and then call than in to the National Weather Service.
“Were there any guidelines?” my guy asked, “How deep? How long to let it stay in?”
Nope, nope and nope.
The information was now online, but that didn’t make any more accurate.
That’s the science behind that piece of information.
Remember that not all technical advances are cultural ones.
All I know is, I put my toes in Lake Michigan, they got cold.
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This haiku is one of a couple or more in a series based on this same article.
There were so many good word combinations that I couldn’t pass them up.
And readers of this blog will know that from time to time I struggle with the weight of effort of producing a daily Haiku and any thoughts I may have about the words and time that went in the Haiku that day.
This daily schedule of missing a day can bring on a personal mental paralysis wherein writing these entries becomes impossible.
I learned to deal with this by not dealing with it and let it go.
Then when I look at my register of entries and see blank days with no post, I will grab a topic or book or poem for a source and produce a series of Haiku to fill in those blank dates.
This is one of the great benefits of this effort being my blog and my blog, my rules.
It IS cricket because I say it is.
It is ‘according to Hoyle’ because I say it is.
Thus I have this series of haiku based on this article and the Ms. Weston’s word choices.
I should also mention that this ‘lack of output’ coincided with a trip up to see our son and being away from a computer keyboard for a long weekend and I am playing catch-up.
Other haiku from this passage include: