Greenland (Kalaallisut: Kalaallit Nunaat, "Land of the Kalaallit";Danish: Grønland) is an autonomous country within the Kingdom of Denmark, located between the Arctic and Atlantic Oceans, east of the Canadian Arctic Archipelago. Though physiographically a part of the continent of North America, Greenland has been politically and culturally associated with Europe (specifically Norway and later Denmark) for more than a millennium. Greenland is, by area, the world's largest island. With a population of 56,615 (January 2011 estimate) it is the least densely populated dependency or country in the world.
Greenland has been inhabited, though not continuously, by Arctic peoples via Canada for 4500–5000 years. In the 10th century, Norsemen settled on the uninhabited southern part of Greenland. In the 13th century, the Inuit arrived, and in the late 15th century the Norse colonies were abandoned. In the early 18th century, contact between Scandinavia and Greenland was re-established and Denmark established rule over Greenland.
Jonathan Bird's Blue World is an educational television program about the underwater world. The show is hosted by underwater cinematographer Jonathan Bird. This series airs on PBS stations in the US. The program is designed for family viewing, and each segment finds Bird trying to unravel a mystery, witness an animal behavior or explore an underwater environment. The first season consisted of 5 half-hour programs filmed in standard definition, and the second season contained 7 half-hour programs shot in high-definition. The second season won four New England Emmy Awards. The pilot episode from season 1 won a CINE Golden Eagle Award. Season three consists of 9 half-hour programs in HD and will be released August 29, 2011. The program is magazine format with each television episode consisting of 2-3 segments. These segments appear individually on the Blue World website as webisodes.
Episode 1: Blue Shark Adventure, Underwater Cavern, Giants of the Depths
Episode 2: Swimming with Jaws, The Bandana Game, The Shark and the Whale
We walked down
a long promenade
Down a winding stair,
wide as boulevards
Vines and shrubs
grew between the steps
From the Spanish town
to the African sea
We drank wine
and toasted to the day
When she was the queen,
before the long decay
We drank wine,
slept off hangovers
Lethargy, decay
and forgotten loves
We'd awake
to the BBC
An old English queen
on the balcony
Wander 'round
abandoned consulates
An old broken chair
on the marble stair
And from the roof,
see Canary seas
The discarded runway
of Sidi Ifni
We drank wine
lying on our backs
On the warm tarmac,
in a bowl of stars
Well, I went down,
mostly on my own
Till I was alone
in that shipwrecked house
Through the porthole sea
an epiphany
I would never leave this place alive
I drink gin
with the old ex-pats
We are broken things,
from a broken past
And it comes near;
but just out of grasp
The alchemist words
that would bring her back
an old sprig of grass
my memories clashed
how these days at the grindstone burned with the trash
to each on his own
help me set out alone
to a land of temptations, sleep deprivations
to greenland again
oh my home
waste away like the snow almost gone
greenland again
oh my home
waste away like the snow almost gone
like dominoes fall
on top of us all
pile on heaps of the good life and tan in the moonlight
to greenland again
oh my home
waste away like the snow almost gone
greenland again
oh my home
waste away like the snow almost gone
to greenland again
oh my home
faced away like the snow almost gone
greenland again
oh my home
fathoms we’ve sunk
trenches we’ll wait
among the biting cold
and makeshift home that we’ve made
vessels will rust
sunken we’ll stay
fear not of growing old
else we’ll waste away
turn back the hands of time
(risk but we have to try)
anything for a chance to come alive
to return to what once we had called a life
peel back these hands of mine
(make new what once was dry)
and i’ll make suke i never sleep again
i’ll be the last one to forget
we’re already dead
sold our souls to
pay our debts
take a number
alongside the rest
turn back the hands of time
(risk but we have to try)
anything for a chance to come alive
to return to what once we had called a life
time stops, we don’t breathe a word
shell cracks, reflects the choice we made
floor leaks, the water rises to our throats
pipes burst, we await our fate
with the new weight in our chests
i’ll see you along the bottom
with the new weight in our chests