Went for a fantastic hike today with my friends Mandy, Megan, and Anthony. It was such a gorgeous day for it.
Where is this? Tell me!
I took this picture in 2008 when I lived in Humboldt, California. This spot was a short walk from my second job.
I miss the fact that all I had to do was go outside and I’d be in the middle of an amazing hike.
Now I live in Philly/Jersey and I go outside and I’m in the middle of traffic and it smells like hot trash.
Fire from a burning building being sucked into a tornado.
Well, I know what I’m having awesome nightmares about tonight.
More Bull Thistle in Philly - this time on Brown Street near the intersection with Lawrence. Sharp stuff, with great geometric patterns.
Our weeds are x-core.
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.
