Tuna Quotes

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and-i-have-stopped-eating-tuna-until-tuna-nets-cease-killing-tens-thousands-dolphins-every-single-year-steve-irwin
good-quality-protein-is-hard-to-come-by-in-prison-tuna-is-good-but-tuna-doesnt-have-texture-mackerel-is-meaty
am-i-eating-chicken-tuna-jessica-simpson
sometimes-i-dress-like-what-i-want-for-lunch-because-all-i-can-think-about-is-having-tuna-sandwich-mika
would-you-kill-flipper-for-a-tuna-sandwich
i-make-mean-tuna-fish-sandwich
i-eat-tuna-fish-every-day-for-lunch-thats-all-i-ever-have
what-do-you-mean-ewww-how-is-my-tuna-breath-worse-than-peanut-butter-lee-wardlaw
pigs-eat-more-tuna-than-all-planets-sharks-combined-paul-watson
you-can-tune-guitar-but-you-cant-tuna-fish-unless-course-you-play-bass-douglas-adams
i-went-to-bed-last-night-dreaming-tuna-melts-i-love-food
i-really-look-at-my-childhood-as-being-one-giant-rusty-tuna-can-that-i-continue-to-recycle-in-many-different-shapes
good-tunafish-sandwiches-hes-tallest-man-ive-ever-seen-pam-sherrilyn-kenyon
there-are-many-issues-in-our-oceans-like-near-extinction-blue-fin-tuna-that-should-be-taken-more-seriously-worldwide-heston-blumenthal
a-tuna-steak-salad-seventy-bucks-welcome-to-los-angeles-mark-zupan
i-want-to-make-pants-out-tuna-fish-to-accompany-my-cottage-cheese-thighs-jarod-kintz
better-to-be-happy-with-cod-fish-in-your-plate-now-than-to-linger-for-taste-tuna-that-is-still-swimming-in-sea-dennis-e-adonis
i-refuse-to-believe-that-trading-recipes-is-silly-tuna-fish-casserole-is-at-least-as-real-as-corporate-stock
to-choose-norm-coleman-over-walter-mondale-is-like-going-to-great-steakhouse-ordering-tuna-sandwich-garrison-keillor
i-feel-uncomfortable-when-i-eat-in-restaurants-im-obnoxiously-polite-with-waiters-i-just-want-tuna-sandwich-ill-go-get-it-you-sit-here-ill-get-it-dana-gould
eating-cold-tuna-fish-out-tin-on-porch-while-two-people-are-in-love-across-lake-i-think-thats-desperately-lonely
i-like-tuna-when-theres-definite-streak-deep-pink-in-middle-medium-rare-to-speak-it-comes-out-best-when-its-not-cut-too-thick
its-my-softer-side-i-go-out-there-relax-im-big-fisherman-i-love-to-fish-in-pacific-ocean-for-tuna-rockfish-joel-zumaya
eating-tuna-roll-at-sushi-restaurant-should-be-considered-no-more-environmentally-benign-than-driving-hummer-harpooning-manatee-daniel-pauly
you-eat-canned-tuna-fish-you-absorb-protein-then-if-youre-lucky-someone-give-you-dover-sole-you-experience-nourishment-its-same-with-books-lois-lowry
amid-attempts-to-protect-elephants-from-ivory-poachers-dolphins-from-tuna-nets-rights-children-go-remarkably-unremarked-anna-quindlen
i-dont-know-what-it-is-about-food-your-mother-makes-for-you-especially-when-its-something-that-anyone-can-make-pancakes-meat-loaf-tuna-salad-but-it-carries-certain-taste-memory-m
jamie-you-know-you-could-go-clear-around-world-still-come-home-wondering-if-tuna-fish-sandwiches-at-chock-full-onuts-still-cost-thirtyfive-cents-e-l-konigsburg
there-are-many-philanthropists-who-we-admire-have-learned-great-deal-from-including-mentors-like-bill-melinda-gates-peers-like-cari-tuna-dustin-moskovitz
i-do-love-sharks-the-tuna-fishermen-go-fin-sharks-dump-em-back-into-ocean-its-basically-mutilation-brooke-burns
sometimes-i-miss-hamburgers-i-should-say-that-i-miss-tuna-pizzas-at-mercer-kitchen-marc-jacobs
i-do-love-fish-i-thought-it-was-healthy-without-understanding-high-mercury-levels-that-fish-like-tuna-swordfish-halibut-can-contain-penny-lancaster
i-love-sashimi-mainly-tuna-sashimi-i-will-buy-six-pieces-day-just-snack-on-them-sometimes-i-wrap-them-up-in-my-mini-seaweed-sheets
my-mornings-go-by-fast-i-forget-breakfast-lunch-thats-turned-out-to-be-my-biggest-meal-i-like-tuna-fish-with-low-fat-mayonnaise-celery-egg-whites-garlic-its-delish
i-missed-tuna-fish-sandwich-with-mayo-on-toasted-wheat-bread-more-than-anything-six-months-after-i-went-vegan-i-snuck-into-deli-took-one-home-and-course-it-wasnt-nearly-as-good-a
bluefin-tuna-spawn-just-south-oil-spill-they-spawn-only-in-gulf-if-they-were-to-go-through-area-at-critical-time-thats-one-instance-where-plume-larry-j-mckinney
we-made-love-like-two-tuna-fish-flying-to-mars-to-eat-blue-pickles-then-i-woke-up-went-back-to-work-fishing-for-aquamarine-vinegarized-cucumbers-found-in-aquatic-conditions-jarod
the-world-was-full-dangers-now-that-she-was-pregnant-mercury-in-tuna-hot-tubs-beer-secondhand-smoke-overcounter-medicine-not-to-mention-crazy-babyabducting-fairy-kings-jennifer-m
is-this-chicken-what-i-have-is-this-fish-i-know-its-tuna-but-it-says-chicken-sea-jessica-simpson
ya-volvi-ah-la-tuna-en-compania-de-mi-madre-ay-la-gente-me-respeta-porque-eh-sabido-ayudarle-las-cuevas-y-los-barrancos-han-sabido-cobijarme-era-de-codigo-fn
It was one of those rare moments where one has a vision of the scope of the wild ocean. Not just small cylinders firing to keep a tiny engine running, but rather the giant, massive gears of nature, each one with its own reasoning, its own meta-logic, spinning in its particular circle in competition or in confluence with the gear below it. We zeroed in on the school, but our progress was painfully slow, It would have been foolish to speed into the tumult-we would have ruined our baits in the process and doomed our chances of hooking a tuna. But luckily, the commotion did not subside. If anything it only grew more frantic and exhuberant on our approach. Beneath the birds, beneath the dolphins, beneath the menhaden, there should have been an equally vast school of giant bluefin tuna, collaborating with vertebrates of the so-called higher orders of life to form the floor of the prey trap, sealing the baitfish in from below, while the dolphins and birds made up the trap's walls and ceiling. A strike from a giant tuna seemed inevitable...as the boat moved forward, I saw seabirds gathering up ahead into a cloud, the size and violence of which I had never seen before. Gannets - big, albatross-like pelagic birds - flew hundreds of feet above the churning surface of the water. In a flock of many thousands, they whirled in unison and then, as if on command from some brigadier general of bird life, dropped in an arc, bird after bird, into the water beneath. The gyre of gannets turned in a clockwise direction, and down below, spinning counterclockwise, was the largest school of dolphins I'd ever seen. There in the angry blue-green sea, the dolphins had corralled a vast school of menhaden-small herringlike creatures that, when bitten, release globules of oil that float on the surface. Oil slicks flattened the water everywhere as the dolphins swirled around, using their exceptional intelligence and wolf-pack cooperation to befuddle and surround the fish, which in turn whirled in a clockwise direction.

Paul Greenberg
it-was-one-those-rare-moments-where-one-has-vision-scope-wild-ocean-not-just-small-cylinders-firing-to-keep-tiny-engine-running-but-rather-giant-massive-gears-nature-each-one-wit
I prayed to a mystery. Sometimes I was simply aware of the mystery. I saw a flash of it during a trip to New York that David and I took before we were married. We were walking on a busy sidewalk in Manhattan. I don't remember if it was day or night. A man with a wound on his forehead came toward us. His damp, ragged hair might have been clotted with blood, or maybe it was only dirt. He wore deeply dirty clothes. His red, swollen hands, cupped in half-fists, swung loosely at his sides. His eyes were focused somewhere past my right shoulder. He staggered while he walked. The sidewalk traffic flowed around him and with him. He was strange and frightening, and at the same time he belonged on the Manhattan sidewalk as much as any of us. It was that paradox - that he could be both alien and resident, both brutalized and human, that he could stand out in the moving mass of people like a sea monster in a school of tuna and at the same time be as much at home as any of us - that stayed with me. I never saw him again, but I remember him often, and when I do, I am aware of the mystery. Years later, I was out on our property on the Olympic Peninsula, cutting a path through the woods. This was before our house was built. After chopping through dense salal and hacking off ironwood bushes for an hour or so, I stopped, exhausted. I found myself standing motionless, intensely aware of all of the life around me, the breathing moss, the chattering birds, the living earth. I was as much a part of the woods as any millipede or cedar tree. At that moment, too, I was aware of the mystery. Sometimes I wanted to speak to this mystery directly. Out of habit, I began with "Dear God" and ended with "Amen". But I thought to myself, I'm not praying to that old man in the sky. Rather, I'm praying to this thing I can't define. It was sort of like talking into a foggy valley. Praying into a bank of fog requires alot of effort. I wanted an image to focus on when I prayed. I wanted something to pray to. but I couldn't go back to that old man. He was too closely associated with all I'd left behind.

Margaret D. McGee
i-prayed-to-mystery-sometimes-i-was-simply-aware-mystery-i-saw-flash-it-during-trip-to-new-york-that-david-i-took-before-we-were-married-we-were-walking-on-busy-sidewalk-in-manha
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