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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.

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The 10 songs that helped me find my way to music.

The following is a playlist of 10 songs, each of which represent a defining moment in my relationship with music. Before you get too excited, this is not a list of my 10 favorite songs. It is not a compilation of the 10 most brilliant pieces of...

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People believe what they want to believe. 'Cause the guy who made this was so good that it's real to everybody. Now who's the master -- the painter or the forger?

American hustle

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Rowan: People who don't fish think that fishing is lazy or boring, but it is the complete opposite. There are a hundred little decisions to be made, variables to be considered, and you're never quite sure what made the difference. Did I cast too high, too far to the left? Did I reel it in too slow or too fast? Is the lure too shiny or too dull? Do I stay here or should I go over there? And you know its not luck, but you do not know by how much. People are predictable, unchanging, monotonous. They use the same language, they offer the same excuses, they make the same mistakes. People are endlessly disappointing because you hope they wont be. I knew that you would need me, I knew that you would come here begging for help. This was all predictable, all disappointing. This is why I am fishing, because I am never disappointed out here, because I dont expect anything, because anything is possible. I can be hopeful out here, even in failure, because I know that if I just go out there around that tree it might be different, something might be different, something I do might make a difference.

Scandal, season 4 ep 13, No more blood

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Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago,        In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know        By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought        Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child,        In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love—        I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven        Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago,        In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling        My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came        And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre        In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,        Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,        In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night,        Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love        Of those who were older than we—        Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above        Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul        Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams        Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes        Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side        Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,        In her sepulchre there by the sea—        In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe (via words-in-lines)