The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
How About That of the Day: Deep within the dark recesses of the Internet lurks the official website of the classic 1996 R. Kelly vehicle Space Jam, untouched by time, with its pre-CSS layout and GeoCities-era starfield background intact, a monument to the halcyon days of dial-up noises and AOL floppy disks by the porchful.
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‘round here we serve beer not purpose
It’s looking like a limb torn off
Or altogether just taken apart
We’re reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
But someone,
They could have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing’s tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It’s tumbling down
Hard.
Anything to make you smile
You are the ever-living ghost of what once was
I never want to hear you say
That you’d be better off
Or you liked it that way
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one’s gonna love you more than I do
But someone
They should have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing’s tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It’s tumbling down
Hard
1) It’s premature to make claims one way or another about whether Assange is guilty of rape until he gets a legitimate trial, which may or may not ever happen.
1a) Likewise, we’re not going to know if the women who have reported Assange for rape are liars, CIA operatives or anything like that…
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I got distracted playing the spoons to laura marling and now my cereal is soggy :(
I call dibs if we ever meet her in a bar.