I just read a comment from a 2004 article by the NY Times 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 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 51.75Hz.
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.
“A unionized public employee, a tea party member, and a CEO are sitting at a table. In the middle of the table is a plate with a dozen cookies on it. The CEO takes 11 cookies, then looks at the tea partier and says, “Watch out for that union guy; he wants a piece of your cookie.””—Judy via Amy (via phej)
I bruised a bone in my knee at the end of January. It doesn’t hurt when I skate but certain movements hurt and when I fall hard on it, it suuucks (or like when it decides to just give out as i’m getting ready to go in for a jam like last night!). I was holding off on taking the LOA until after yesterday’s bout. 2 weeks of no skating-not bad but I haaate missing practice. Better than missing more time by getting a more serious injury while i’m susceptible to them. Still, blah.