The Real World ... Blogger Style: Dead Whale

Monday, October 04, 2004

Dead Whale

In addition to studying math for the GREs this weekend, I went out to Monterey to see a dead blue whale that had washed ashore. It was a young whale, about sixty feet long, so rather small, and the marine scientists had already gotten there. They'd cut a slit in the pleats around its throat (why, I don't know) and blubber was spilling out in strange yellow curds with each swell. The surf was coppery from the blood, and they had tied a rope around its tail and anchored it to the sea wall, to make sure it didn't wash away. It hardly resembled a whale--more like a collapsed balloon, or a used condom. It was distressing, but interesting. Hardly the Melvillean ecstatic communion I was hoping for, though.