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Tokyo, 2010.01.17

The three otocinclus fish that I bought in replacement of Buddy the Pleco have died.

I haven't had any deaths in the aquarium since late November, and it's quite a shock to see these newcomers all fail. But I think I know why: starvation. In reading about this species after the second death among the three little fish, I've learned that fish shops have a habit of underfeeding these things, and that aquariums typically don't have enough algae in them to keep these things alive. I rather wish I'd been able to ask for some care advice when I picked up the late fish.

I won't make that mistake again. It's been so long since I had an aquarium that I've gotten pretty rusty. In any event, we've decided to get a new pleco in replacement for Buddy. Mari realized, after Buddy went back to the aquarium shop, that she missed having one of the funny-looking things around, and that she wanted another. So we went back to the store while running some errands, and picked up another (tiny!) pleco; this time it's of the "Tiger" variety and won't grow to more than 10-12cm (if it's lucky).

Mari named this one Buddy as well.

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Since he seemed a bit pinched around the middle, I've tried feeding him directly. I took him from the aquarium and into a small bucket, into which I put some algae as well as a few bits of broccoli. He didn't seem interested in the food, but produced so much crap that I figure he must be eating enough.

Ganbatte, Buddy II!

rand()m quote

Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.

—John Gardner