Manatee Dunks, originally uploaded by rikmoran.
Will manatess use the revenues generated from their new Nike partnership to counter the effects of Big OJ’s pulp dumpings, or will they blow it on a massive sea grass binge?
As most of you loyal readers probably know, I’ve been writing about manatees lately. As long as I’m on that theme, I really need to mention Horny Manatee. A loyal reader going by the name “Conan” pointed out this tribute / fetish site in the comments of a recent manatee post.
I noticed my friend Frank Gruber is also on the Horny Manatee beat. Who knew he had a thing for manatees?
I won’t try to explain what Horny Manatee is all about. Find out for yourself.
I noticed that someone landed on The Deets after a Google search for [ed kohler and manatee and pulp] yesterday. I didn’t realize that manatees were using Google these days.
As little as two weeks ago, people searching or such a phrase would have been sorely disappointed with the results. But now, they can find hard hitting information about manatees and pulp dumping here at The Deets. Things sure move fast in Internet time.
Isn’t blogging great? If it wasn’t for blogging, I wouldn’t know that manatees could type, as proven by the comment left on my recent “Stop the Pump Dumpings” post.
I also wouldn’t know that manatees are actually pro-pump dumping in the Everglades. Well, I suppose that’s only the opinion of one manatee. For all I know, this manatee could be on the payroll of Big OJ.
A friend explained over a margarita that orange juice companies may not actually dump excess pulp from no pulp OJ into the everglade and suggested it may actually end up in extra-pulp OJ. Could this be true?
If only manatees could talk . . .
Mill City Museum, originally uploaded by megan.frick.
So mills had to figure out a way to deal with flour dust. Back in the day, companies like Gold Medal Flour (pictured here) would use fans to simply blow flour dust out of the building. And where did that flour dust end up? In the river, where it made the Mississippi very doughy. Apparently, the area of the river just below the mills was home to insanely large carp who gorged on the dough.
Eventually, the EPA of the time stepped in and said, “No more polluting” so the mills created an internal fan that would blow the flour dust into a conical pipe that caused the dust to settle into a bin that could be safely disposed of.
Fast forward to this week when I shopped a tad too fast at the grocery store on the way into work. I mistakenly purchased PULP FREE orange juice rather than real orange juice with it’s natural pulpiness.
This made me wonder: what happens to the pulp removed to create pulp-free orange juice?
Is it possible that somewhere in Florida there exists a dumping ground for excess pulp? I can imagine large swaths of the Everglades being home to ginormous anti-oxidized manatees who spend all day foraging on endless supplies of fresh pulp dumpings.
Perhaps Katherine Harris and Mark Foley can head up a blue ribbon commission to investigate Florida orange pulp dumping now that they’re looking for jobs?