The Pirate Solution

Gaining Internet popularity for the last few years, the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster is a religion presided over by a ridiculous bolognesey deity and followed by those who call themselves "Pastafarians". Perhaps you have heard of it. For the last few days, I have found myself thinking of one of the church's tenets, and its implications in the real world. The principle states that climate change is caused by a decline in pirate numbers, and is best illustrated with their official graph:



I'm sure most of you are aware of the story about the hijacked Saudi oil tanker that has been in the news recently. Could this "unprecedented" attack have more consequences and implications than one might initially think? The attack was said to be unusual, and the pirates operated out of an area far south to the known danger area. Given these facts, is it too much to assume this suggests an increase in piracy? If it does, His Noodliness be praised, I think we've got this global warming thing sorted out.*


BBC report on the incident


Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster


* - If only because $100,000,000 of oil is currently out of commission.

Imperfection

It's taken a while for me to face up to my blog and start writing again. Often people are afraid that since they cannot achieve perfection, it is better to achieve nothing than to achieve imperfection.

I have returned now and though my words may sometimes be laden heavily with blemishes, I am happy to wade towards perfect shores. In the style of that flamboyant, melodramatic artist-type, I felt nothing would allow me to begin better than to purge myself of the old, and so I have deleted fourteen of what I felt have been my weakest blog posts. Never has impoverishment felt so enriching.

There's still some chaff cluttering a corner here and there, to be sure, but I was happy to find that reviewing what I thought would be solely childish and badly-phrased works has actually been more like remembering old friends. Bizarrely, in my search I have found a nesting comment from a stranger, quite recent, complimenting my writing. My first, and it has made me smile a great deal. Thank you, Vevay.

Imperfect words are waiting to be written.