Page 5 of 8
Ignorance is not a defense. Happy motoring.
Mercury? Try extinction...
Google it yourself. We have only 10 percent of all large fish — open ocean species including tuna, swordfish, marlin and large groundfish such as cod, halibut, skates and flounder — left in the sea. You can read for yourself the effect we are having on our oceans and thus our environment.
Surely you can responsibly find healthier and more responsible sources of nutrient for brain development for your children.
Not surprisingly the letter in the Pique last week recommending us to eat more fish, specifically tuna, was written by someone from the National Fisheries Institute. The NFI is the United States' industry trade group representing the seafood industry. Its member companies consist of all levels of business involved in seafood, from fishing vessel operators to seafood restaurants.
Of course they want you to eat more tuna.
Question it for yourself.
And try something from this list: sources of Omega-3 Fatty Acids include algae, hempseeds and hempseed oil, walnuts, flaxseeds and flaxseed oil, olive oil, canola (grapeseed) oil, avocado and chia seeds.
Just a professional musician trying to join the jam
First of all, I would like to thank the wonderful, kind, and helpful members of your community for making my visit in Whistler such a pleasant experience. I will definitely be recommending Whistler to my friends in Switzerland. The skiing is nothing short of sensational, the slopes well groomed and well designed. My compliments!
However, I just have to share with you the weirdest (non) musical experience I have ever had during my 49 years of playing guitar. I read about the various open mic nights in your newspaper, and decided to check them out although all my equipment is in Europe. Not to worry, said the ad, instruments and amplification will be provided. The customers at the Crystal Lounge may remember me as the lonesome bloke in the red-checkered shirt who got up and played a few very elementary blues licks over a rather boring two-chord Reggae groove on Sunday evening, two weeks ago.
I thought I didn't do too bad, and the host seemed to be quite pleased with me as did pretty much everyone else in the place.
Fast forward to the Monday jam at Dusty's a few weeks ago. I arrived at around 9 p.m. and dutifully went up to the gentleman at the stage who seemed to be running the show, and he scribbled Rich (that's me) on a scrap of paper that seemed to have suddenly become THE LIST. I must have been either the first or second person on this list, and he assured me that after a couple of songs by the house band, Gnawed Beautys (or something like that) I would be called to jam on a song or two.