Behold - the fanciest thing I own, a box full of Advance Readers’ Copies of TEAM HUMAN, a book that Justine Larbalestier and I wrote, which will not be out until JULY! Would you LIKE one?
It is about that first time in school when your best girlfriend has a boyfriend and she loves him SO MUCH and she talks about him ALL THE TIME… and also, he is a vampire.
Seemed a good idea to start tumblring with a FANCY GIVEAWAY!
If this gets reblogged 100 times, I shall put all who did so in a hat for one of these fine fancy things…
Museum Art of the Day: MOCA’s “Art in the Streets” — the first major US museum exhibition dedicated to street art — opens to the public this Sunday, and will remain open through August 8.
Among the familiar pieces stretching all the way back to the dawn of graffiti-based vandalism are new and original pieces from the likes of Os Gemeos and Banksy (above).
My Modern Met took some photos during yesterday’s press opening which you can see here.
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.
literally just teared up at this whale’s plight.
This breaks my heart. You don’t even know. =(
I wonder if we humans feel lonely sometimes based on our limitations in communicating at different frequencies.
I think anyone with an emotional/ social/ mental disorder can relate to this in some way
what a very good analogy of depression
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything more disheartening than a mental health professional telling me to “keep your chin up” or “stop worrying”.
“you’re too smart to be depressed,” “you’re too cute to be sad,” “you have too much potential to let PTSD hold you back,” etc.
no, you’re right, world. that makes perfect sense. what was I thinking?
This! Also, commentary.