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Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Toxic Trapper Abtech - TIME
Trapper Abtech - TIME
InventorGlenn Rink created the technology behind Smart Sponge in 1996 as a way to turn oil slicks into solid sheets that could easily be plucked out of the water.
Read full story Time.com
Monday, April 13, 2009
Chief Seattle's Thoughts
'Man did not weave the web of life - he is merely a strand in it.Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.'
In 1854, 'The Great White Chief' in Washington made an offer for a large area of Indian land and promised a 'reservation' for the Indian people.
Chief Seattle's reply, published here in full has been described as one of the most beautiful and profound statements on the environment ever made:
'In 1851 Seattle, chief of the Suquamish and other Indian tribes around Washington's Puget Sound, delivered what is considered to be one of the most beautiful and profound environmental statements ever made. The city of Seattle is named for the chief, whose speech was in response to a proposed treaty under which the Indians were persuaded to sell two million acres of land for $150,000.' -- Buckminster Fuller in Critical Path.
Chief Seattle's Thoughts
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.
If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family.
So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.
So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.
I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.
Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God.
You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
But in your perishing you will shine brightly fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.
That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.
Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone.
The end of living and the beginning of survival.
In 1854, 'The Great White Chief' in Washington made an offer for a large area of Indian land and promised a 'reservation' for the Indian people.
Chief Seattle's reply, published here in full has been described as one of the most beautiful and profound statements on the environment ever made:
'In 1851 Seattle, chief of the Suquamish and other Indian tribes around Washington's Puget Sound, delivered what is considered to be one of the most beautiful and profound environmental statements ever made. The city of Seattle is named for the chief, whose speech was in response to a proposed treaty under which the Indians were persuaded to sell two million acres of land for $150,000.' -- Buckminster Fuller in Critical Path.
Chief Seattle's Thoughts
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us.
If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man.
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man --- all belong to the same family.
So, when the Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The Great Chief sends word he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children.
So, we will consider your offer to buy our land. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is sacred and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember, and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must henceforth give the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's grave behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and he does not care. His father's grave, and his children's birthright are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth, and his brother, the sky, as things to be bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only a desert.
I do not know. Our ways are different than your ways. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the red man. There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring or the rustle of the insect's wings. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man for all things share the same breath, the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow's flowers.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition - the white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be made more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children that we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.
This we know; the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected.
Even the white man, whose God walks and talks with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know which the white man may one day discover; our God is the same God.
You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man, and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. The whites too shall pass; perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
But in your perishing you will shine brightly fired by the strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the red man.
That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.
Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone.
The end of living and the beginning of survival.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Aloha Khun Verawat Khakhay
Aloha Khun Verawat Khakhay
First I would like to thank you sir for allowing my emails to reach you, you are the only voice the I can reach by email at City Hall, Two of the pictures above show what I picked up at the high tide mark, one morning on Jomtien Beach, The rest of the beach where our children play has thousands more Toxic Cigarette Butts buried in the sand small areas everywhere, It takes up to 12 years for these Toxic Butts to decompose, Unknowing children play on the beach, they reach into the sand and find a Toxic Butt which are "everywhere" Then the Baby sometimes when Mother is not watching puts this poison into their mouths, sometimes swallow and can become very ill and in some cases die also unknowing fish like our sea food ingest these Toxic Butts, some die, some don't and we eat them, Sir Just one person that smokes one pack of Cigarettes a day and with the ban on indoor smoking, Flick approx 7,000, (Seven Thousand Toxic Butts) A year, When you start adding the Hundreds of thousands of people that smoke in just Pattaya alone you start to realize that we are allowing them to kill our Voiceless, The Children, Wildlife and Waterways, If we don't start imposing fines and make smokers start keeping their Toxic Butts to themselves we will be responsible for the sickness and death of our unknowing children, sea food, wildlife, waterways, People can carry zip lock bags, a water bottle with a little water in it, We also need to install large Ash Trays, I have helped three mothers take Toxic Butts out of their choking children, Sir I can bitch and gripe everyday but unless City Hall does not do anything for the Voiceless, Nothing will happen except for more dangers for our Children, Wildlife and Waterways, We need Signs and Fines, I will help in any way that you would like me to. The other picture is a washout to the Ocean and people use it for a dunp sight, when the wind blows or it rains everything goes into our Ocean, Plastic, Butts, Garbage. Sir it is up to us to what kind of world we want to wake up to each day, I realize Thailand is having it's problems, Problems that the Voiceless can do nothing about. People hear what we say, But see what we do and seeing is beliveing, Health and Happiness to you and yours. With Aloha KOTO Keeper of the Ocean, One Day and Beach at a Time
First I would like to thank you sir for allowing my emails to reach you, you are the only voice the I can reach by email at City Hall, Two of the pictures above show what I picked up at the high tide mark, one morning on Jomtien Beach, The rest of the beach where our children play has thousands more Toxic Cigarette Butts buried in the sand small areas everywhere, It takes up to 12 years for these Toxic Butts to decompose, Unknowing children play on the beach, they reach into the sand and find a Toxic Butt which are "everywhere" Then the Baby sometimes when Mother is not watching puts this poison into their mouths, sometimes swallow and can become very ill and in some cases die also unknowing fish like our sea food ingest these Toxic Butts, some die, some don't and we eat them, Sir Just one person that smokes one pack of Cigarettes a day and with the ban on indoor smoking, Flick approx 7,000, (Seven Thousand Toxic Butts) A year, When you start adding the Hundreds of thousands of people that smoke in just Pattaya alone you start to realize that we are allowing them to kill our Voiceless, The Children, Wildlife and Waterways, If we don't start imposing fines and make smokers start keeping their Toxic Butts to themselves we will be responsible for the sickness and death of our unknowing children, sea food, wildlife, waterways, People can carry zip lock bags, a water bottle with a little water in it, We also need to install large Ash Trays, I have helped three mothers take Toxic Butts out of their choking children, Sir I can bitch and gripe everyday but unless City Hall does not do anything for the Voiceless, Nothing will happen except for more dangers for our Children, Wildlife and Waterways, We need Signs and Fines, I will help in any way that you would like me to. The other picture is a washout to the Ocean and people use it for a dunp sight, when the wind blows or it rains everything goes into our Ocean, Plastic, Butts, Garbage. Sir it is up to us to what kind of world we want to wake up to each day, I realize Thailand is having it's problems, Problems that the Voiceless can do nothing about. People hear what we say, But see what we do and seeing is beliveing, Health and Happiness to you and yours. With Aloha KOTO Keeper of the Ocean, One Day and Beach at a Time
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
A PERSONAL COMMITMENT
A personal commitment to keeping Jomiten Beach clean
2006
In an ideal world, beaches would be pristine clean providing a welcoming and pleasing environment for visitors. However, in the real world they are often dirty and not particularly inviting.
For six years now, Gerry Rasmus an American from Hawaii has voluntarily spent between 7:00 and 10:00 am each day cleaning Jomtien Beach. We recently went to see Gerry in action. We were interested to observe him working, to hear about his background and how he got involved in keeping beaches clean.
Our conversation firstly led us back to Hawaii some twenty-five years ago. Around this time, Gerry was questioning the purpose of his existence. Out of this searching, Gerry became aware that his purpose was to concern himself more with the world, especially the environment. As this interest in the environment began to develop, he became concerned about the state of Hawaiian beaches. This prompted him to do a daily beach rubbish clearance.
Six year ago, having reached retirement age, Gerry came to live in Thailand. However, his concerns about the environment remained undiminished. He spent one year in the Isaan town of Buriram, where he daily cleared the river, which was being used like a rubbish dump.
From Buriram, he gravitated to Jomtien where he observed that things like plastic bags, plastic cups, cigarette filters were adversely affecting the beach environment. As a result, he began a daily beach cleaning programme with the help of his lovely Thai partner Fun.
Gerry stresses that thoughtless disposal of rubbish affects not only the beach but the ocean with garbage being indiscriminately thrown off boats. This has visible effects with rubbish appearing at the water’s edge and sea life dying through eating things like cigarette ends. Gerry often swims out to sea to clear unwanted rubbish from the water.
He also cites another contributory factor causing dirty beaches and oceans, namely the disposal of hazardous materials in gutters or down storm drains. Pollutants from the storm drain system drain directly into channels and creeks directly to the ocean. So Gerry’s message is before you pour anything in the gutter or drain, think twice.
A vision Gerry has is for colourful rubbish containers to be placed all along Jomtien Beach. He would also like the general public to be educated on keeping the environment clean and how this can be achieved.
Gerry has coined a phrase for the practice of cleaning beaches. He calls it waster/sizing, in other words cleaning beaches and getting exercise at the same time. We would commend Gerry for the work he is doing and hope that others will join him in waster/sizing so as to make Pattaya/Jomtien beaches amongst the cleanest in Thailand.
EDUCATION IS THE ONLY ANSWER
EDUCATION IS THE ONLY ANSWER TO AVOID POLLUTING PLANET EARTH
Paul Strachan
Environmental issues are now one of the leading priorities for governing bodies around the world, with concerns about global warming dominating the international headlines. Over the last few years heads of state right down to the man on the street have become more and more aware of the damage we are causing to planet earth.
Gerry Rasmus is campaigning to clean up the region’s beaches.
Natural disasters such as earthquakes and tsunamis are a constant fear, especially as these are events that are beyond the control of man.
Thailand has had its fair share of negative focus affecting tourism in the last couple of years: the tsunami, of course, threats to tourists, the troubled South, and the political upheaval that saw the departure of Thaksin Shinawatra.
Pattaya, however, continues to prosper. We know businesses complain that trade is down but there is simply more choice and more competition, more bars, more restaurants, and a never-ending amount of construction work.
So still they come from all corners of the globe to sample the delights of Fun City. However, due to its rapid expansion it’s a bit like trying to keep a child in clothes: as the child keeps on growing the city weaves new fabric to sustain it; the child continues to mature and the city wonders why the clothes it made don’t fit anymore.
The problems created by this burgeoning growth involve each one of us.
Whether you are reading this on holiday, or have chosen to stay in this Land of Smiles, you may well question if Pattaya is the tropical paradise it at first appears.
When the rain comes everybody complains about the flash flooding and they see for their own eyes that the drains can’t handle the deluge.
The beaches still leave a lot to be desired. As for the quality of the water, the abundance of seafood that Pattaya offers may well be under threat from the kind of contamination revealed by a recent study that predicts with, until the rains come and the water erupts out of the drains like a geyser.
On the beaches, again on the surface they look reasonably clean but what lies beneath?
On a recent trip out to a beach just south of Pattaya a man who is fondly known as the Keeper of the Ocean, Gerry Rasmus was doing his daily workout. Every day, he says he "waster-sizes - bending at the waist to pick up the waste and get rid of both."
In the space of two hours Gerry had pulled out from the water literally hundreds of plastic bags. He explained that the bags cause a barrier that stops crabs from feeding: so, unable to eat, they die.
Discarded batteries leak their acid into the water.
Another man helping Gerry was Steve Martin (no, not that one) who was horrified at the amount of garbage that was coming out of the sea. Just think, the sea provides all those delicious fish, prawns, mussels and lobsters, but does it all seem so fresh and healthy when you think of the filthy state of the water?
Gerry did this work in Hawaii. He stopped smoking, gave up alcohol, and is trying to keep fit and at the same time do his bit to help the environment.
He is not alone in his quest: indeed his partner and another man were helping and after the first hour about 10 Thai children came to help.
Looking at the children Steve said that the answer is staring us in the face. The problem needs to be addressed at its root: Education.
If you look at a country like Japan, recycling is second nature. Homes have three different bins and everybody has a sense of responsibility. If schools here were to initiate a program where every lunchtime the children were shown what is recyclable (and therefore of value) and what is not, then that would help to instil ideas that would be carried forward into their adult lives.
Our litter has, by our own negligence, become a killer: a killer of marine life, a killer of our standard of living; and indeed for many it could be secretly killing our very livelihoods.
Only time will reveal the full injustices for which mankind has been responsible.
When we are gone our children and grandchildren will feel the true effects of their ancestors’ misdemeanours: as temperatures soar, pollution rules and the planet responds.
We could all work to prevent this now. To quote Herbert Spencer: "The great aim of education is not knowledge but action."
On a recent trip out to a beach just south of Pattaya a man who is fondly known as the Keeper of the Ocean, Gerry Rasmus was doing his daily workout. Every day, he says he "waster-sizes - bending at the waist to pick up the waste and get rid of both."
In the space of two hours Gerry had pulled out from the water literally hundreds of plastic bags. He explained that the bags cause a barrier that stops crabs from feeding: so, unable to eat, they die.
Discarded batteries leak their acid into the water.
Another man helping Gerry was Steve Martin (no, not that one) who was horrified at the amount of garbage that was coming out of the sea. Just think, the sea provides all those delicious fish, prawns, mussels and lobsters, but does it all seem so fresh and healthy when you think of the filthy state of the water?
Gerry did this work in Hawaii. He stopped smoking, gave up alcohol, and is trying to keep fit and at the same time do his bit to help the environment.
He is not alone in his quest: indeed his partner and another man were helping and after the first hour about 10 Thai children came to help.
Looking at the children Steve said that the answer is staring us in the face. The problem needs to be addressed at its root: Education.
If you look at a country like Japan, recycling is second nature. Homes have three different bins and everybody has a sense of responsibility. If schools here were to initiate a program where every lunchtime the children were shown what is recyclable (and therefore of value) and what is not, then that would help to instil ideas that would be carried forward into their adult lives.
Our litter has, by our own negligence, become a killer: a killer of marine life, a killer of our standard of living; and indeed for many it could be secretly killing our very livelihoods.
Only time will reveal the full injustices for which mankind has been responsible.
When we are gone our children and grandchildren will feel the true effects of their ancestors’ misdemeanours: as temperatures soar, pollution rules and the planet responds.
We could all work to prevent this now. To quote Herbert Spencer: "The great aim of education is not knowledge but action."
THE BEGINNING
Pattaya Mail
Vol. XV No. 23
Friday June 8 - June 14, 2007
"Beyond the Beach" with Andrew Watson
Gerry Rasmus, "The Pollution Solution"
"Beyond the Beach" - Andrew Watson’s news series on Pattaya Mail on TV, starts with "The Pollution Solution", an interview with Gerry Rasmus.
Inevitably, it’s another beautiful Pattaya morning, the sun is out and there’s at least a hint of a breeze coming in from the bay. Andrew runs into an individual who embodies Mahatma Ghandi’s mantra, "Be the change you want to see in the world" and he does it, from the beach.
Gerry Rasmus is larger than life. He is from the United States and he spends his time setting an example to all of us on the Eastern seaboard by taking the most personal care of the environment which we treasure most here - the beach. He is a man with a message for us all and I think it’s going to be worth watching.
Andrew describes Gerry as ‘the Pollution Solution", a sobriquet Gerry is happy to handle. But Gerry’s life, we learn, hasn’t all been plain sailing. He bravely confides that once he was a "waste of skin taking up space". But by as long ago as 1980, Gerry had seen the light. He stopped drinking and became part of the solution, rather than part of the problem.
His effervescent character is nonetheless humble and yet it appears, his devotion to cleaning up the planet is not completely altruistic. The cumulative energy involved in picking up trash from the beach amounts to real exercise and Gerry has invented a name for it - "Waistercizing". And what to do with his collected garbage? Well it appears that there are many strings to Gerry’s net. He creates works of art with it all. So what’s his message, you might ask? Well it’s simple. According to Gerry, if all of us took just a little bit of interest in keeping things clean, the whole world might be a better place. And then something more - ‘love each other’ says Gerry.
Vol. XV No. 23
Friday June 8 - June 14, 2007
"Beyond the Beach" with Andrew Watson
Gerry Rasmus, "The Pollution Solution"
"Beyond the Beach" - Andrew Watson’s news series on Pattaya Mail on TV, starts with "The Pollution Solution", an interview with Gerry Rasmus.
Inevitably, it’s another beautiful Pattaya morning, the sun is out and there’s at least a hint of a breeze coming in from the bay. Andrew runs into an individual who embodies Mahatma Ghandi’s mantra, "Be the change you want to see in the world" and he does it, from the beach.
Gerry Rasmus is larger than life. He is from the United States and he spends his time setting an example to all of us on the Eastern seaboard by taking the most personal care of the environment which we treasure most here - the beach. He is a man with a message for us all and I think it’s going to be worth watching.
Andrew describes Gerry as ‘the Pollution Solution", a sobriquet Gerry is happy to handle. But Gerry’s life, we learn, hasn’t all been plain sailing. He bravely confides that once he was a "waste of skin taking up space". But by as long ago as 1980, Gerry had seen the light. He stopped drinking and became part of the solution, rather than part of the problem.
His effervescent character is nonetheless humble and yet it appears, his devotion to cleaning up the planet is not completely altruistic. The cumulative energy involved in picking up trash from the beach amounts to real exercise and Gerry has invented a name for it - "Waistercizing". And what to do with his collected garbage? Well it appears that there are many strings to Gerry’s net. He creates works of art with it all. So what’s his message, you might ask? Well it’s simple. According to Gerry, if all of us took just a little bit of interest in keeping things clean, the whole world might be a better place. And then something more - ‘love each other’ says Gerry.
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