The NY Times science section today has a big article on jellyfish. Normally I'd hardly notice, but when I saw it, it was the second time jellyfish had entered my life this morning. I was leaning over the rail at the river, watching the tide come in. Water covered the tops of most piers and all kinds of debris was floating up river. Including, I thought, some blossoms, about 4 inches wide, pink. Must have been someone's bouquet, ended up in the trash and then in the river. Until I realized the damn things were moving faster than, and around, the other debris. Jellyfish! The Hudson is tidal, as you know, and when the tide's running high it's salt. And these huge pink jellyfish, much bigger and more elaborate than the ones we see out on the north fork of LI (those are clear and about an inch) were swimming to the surface, feeding -- you could see their mouths moving -- then dropping back down about eight inches, to where they were almost invisible, to digest, I guess. Then swimming back up for more. Jellyfish in the Hudson! Who'd a thunk?