Is the world at last waking up to the fact that we’ve basically eaten our way to the floor of the ocean, down to the bottom feeders, and pretty soon those will be gone, too? "There are no more fish in the sea," said a 3rd generation fisherman in Senegal in The NYTimes, which ran two foreign stories in the past week on ways we’re decimating our fish, what it says is the world's most traded animal commodity (100 million tons sold yearly): the first story about Europe's dangerous appetite for fish, the other about fishing practices off the coast of West Africa and how collapsing fish populations are shaping immigration patterns; and in fact, they're really part of the same story. The Times then wrote an editorial about fishing practices, asking the World Trade Organization, which can influence government subsidies to fishing industires (and potentially limit harmful fishing practices), to be more zealous in their concern for the environment (opposite the editorial page was this excellent essay by the writer Sarah Vowell on Christ, MLK, and Reagan, completely off topic but outstanding). Just yesterday I received a galley copy of Bottomfeeder: How to Eat Ethically in a World of Vanishing Seafood, by Montreal-based writer Taras Grescoe (has last book was Devil’s Picnic, about eating prohibited food), which is billed as a piscatorial version of Fast Food Nation. And on page one of today's Times, Marion Burrows sent a shudder of dismay through the sushi eating hordes of Gotham about high levels of mercury in our tuna (Sam Fromartz comments on his chewswise), that is, the fish that do exist can make us sick, followed by another editorial. Put all this bad but true news of how we’re depleting our oceans with the growing dead zones, swaths of ocean so depleted of oxygen nothing can live in it largely as a result of the way we're trashing our land, and you’ve got a pretty grim picture of a world ignoring the most basic advice: don’t shit where you eat. Ignoring it on a massive scale. I grew up on a lake so polluted that the river feeding it caught fire. I didn’t eat a piece of fish that hadn’t been breaded and then frozen until I was an adult. Now I want to eat fish but I have to check the little chart of good-fish bad-fish my 8-year-old brought home from the zoo last weekend. What to do? I hope Grescoe’s book, due out in the spring has some answers. Yet if we keep trashing our land, it may be too late. As the second Times editorial points out, it's all connected.