6:45: On board Henry V Stommel, ocean churning behind us, moon obscured by clouds. We're towing for plankton with a net that looks like a giant condom; it trails behind the boat causing us to tip and yaw despite the relative calm. Copepods and decapods are lifted, hapless, from their peaceful pelagic life and brought back for us to kill with soda water and scrutinise under the microscope. Miranda sings a version of "Lean On Me" that I fear will raise the dead. Lori launches into:

This land is your land
This land is my land
From California
To the New York Island

Kelly: I don't know that
Miranda: And you call yourself American? What ever happpened to elementary school music class?
Kelly: I must have skipped that day.
Miranda: In grade school?

More aphony. Do you remember whe-en...we used to sing: sha la la la la la la la la la di da. I try not to go deaf. We talk about whether Jesus would disapprove of people getting drunk on Easter Sunday. We draw arthropods for 2 hours in the lab.