Prior to 1950, an estimated 10 million Olive Ridley turtles nested each year on Mexico's southern coast. By 1988, just before Mexico banned their harvest, the population had dropped to just 40,000. Now, just shy of a million Olive Ridleys nest each year, primarily on three beaches in Oaxaca.
This popular poster can be translated as:
My man doesn´t need turtle eggs.
Because he knows that they don´t make him more potent.
Then there´s a number to call to report egg harvesting, and a photo of three little turtles.
I moved to Mexico for the third time in my adult life last September. I moved here from Hawaii, and between Nina and I, we packed three large bags (the airline did charge us for the third). It´s hard to get books in English down here, as rural as the coast of Oaxaca is, and I don´t have much faith in the postal service. The list of books I packed: Noah Eli Gordon´s Novel Pictoral Noise, Susan M. Shultz´s Dememtia Blog, Raun Klassnik`s Holy Land, Barthes´ Empire of Signs, Danielle Pafunda´s My Zorba, Kim Hyesoon´s Momma Must Be a Fountain of Feathers, Berryman´s 77 Dream Songs, Eleni Sikelianos´ Earliest Worlds, Paul Valery´s Monsieur Teste, Haryette Mullen´s trilogy Recyclopedia, the new big Jack Spicer anthology My Vocabulary Did This to Me (the last two mostly to try to turn Nina on to), one novel: Ivan Doig´s English Creek, two audio books: The Aeneid and A Confederacy of Dunces, an issue of Fence magazine, the new issue of Lungfull! magazine, and Hawaii Pacific U.´s student lit. journal Wanderlust. That´s the reading list. I´ll get a lot from the internet.