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chrysanthedads: dannielle: erickimberlinbowley: 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. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM DEAD. This is unbelievably sad. This has actually upset me and now I can’t help but go to sleep sad and crying.
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dannielle:

erickimberlinbowley:

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.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM DEAD.

This is unbelievably sad. This has actually upset me and now I can’t help but go to sleep sad and crying.

Got a sweet new-to-me leather jacket for $15 from Goodwill today, plus a very nice handknit green blanket for $4 and 3 tins at the 5A’s thrift shop. Michael and I have been out since 9:30 this morning and just got back. It has been a pretty good day. Just trying not to stress over the wedding.
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Got a sweet new-to-me leather jacket for $15 from Goodwill today, plus a very nice handknit green blanket for $4 and 3 tins at the 5A’s thrift shop. Michael and I have been out since 9:30 this morning and just got back. It has been a pretty good day. Just trying not to stress over the wedding.

Barbara Coombs passed away today, September 14, 2012, a little after 7:30 am.

She lost her battle with pancreatic cancer, stage 4.

I am marrying her step son on the 21st.

I regret not getting the chance to call her ‘Mom’ at our wedding.

Barb, you will be sorely missed.

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