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sufjan stevens, a prolific and unique artist with albums such as:

  • “my religion doesn’t influence my music” (2004)
  • “how the fuck am i gonna do 48 more of these” (2005)
  • “stab your hot boyfriend, you’re a white vegan from new york” (2010)
  • “some agnostic lesbian with clinical depression is gonna put this on for her children in 20 years” (2012)
  • “is this about jesus, my mother, or having sex with men?” (2015)
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Natalie: Finding Family 

Sometimes it takes a while to feel like you are home — especially if the first few tries didn’t work.

A very tiny cow named Natalie had a rough start finding her way. First of all, she was taken away from her mother and transported, along with other young cattle, to a farm in Massachusetts.  

Harris Ranch feedlot in California. The feedlot that Natalie and her friends escaped from was not this large, but it was a stopover, as this one is (and as all feedlots are) — a place to fatten up cattle so they are ready for sale.

She and two other calves were being transported to be raised in a feedlot. (These are farms, or even just buildings, where cattle are fattened up to be sold for slaughter.) On this feedlot, the tiny little family made a break for it and took off during a snowstorm just over a year ago.

Natalie on the run in a photo by Jenn Ferreira. Very sad and very lonely.

This family was going to be split up no matter what, because they were on a feedlot — but they were the only family Natalie currently had. So the three runaways, for a short time, were free and together.

Sadly, this ended when the other calves were hit by vehicles and perished. Natalie was definitely alone, very frightened, and in need of rescue. 

Keep reading

Full: What Animals Taught Me About Being Human

“I wasn’t just finding out what animals looked like, but testing my capacity to navigate that perilous space between harm and care that was partly about understanding how much power over things I might have and partly how much power I had over myself, knowing that I could so easily hurt them.

Rescuing animals made me feel good about myself; surrounded by them, I felt less alone.

The deepest lesson that animals have taught me: how easily and unconsciously we see other lives as mirrors of our own.

But our minds still work like bestiaries. We thrill at the notion that we could be as wild as a hawk or a weasel, possessing the inner ferocity to go after the things we want; we laugh at animal videos that make us yearn to experience life as joyfully as a bounding lamb. A photograph of the last passenger pigeon makes palpable the grief and fear of our own unimaginable extinction. We use animals as ideas to amplify and enlarge aspects of ourselves, turning them into simple, safe harbors for things we feel and often cannot express.

None of us see animals clearly.

They’re too full of the stories we’ve given them. Encountering them is an encounter with everything you’ve ever learned about them from previous sightings, from books, images, conversations. Even rigorous scientific studies have asked questions of animals in ways that reflect our human concerns.

You cannot know what it is like to be a bat by screwing your eyes tight, imagining membranous wings, finding your way through darkness by talking to it in tones that reply to you with the shape of the world. As the philosopher Thomas Nagel explained, the only way to know what it is like to be a bat is to be a bat. But the imagining? The attempt? That is a good and important thing. It forces you to think about what you don’t know about the creature: what she eats, where she lives, how she communicates with others.

The effort generates questions not just about how being a bat is different but about how different the world might be for a bat.

For what an animal needs or values in a place is not always what we need, value or even notice. Perhaps this is why I am impatient with the argument that we should value natural places for their therapeutic benefits.

It’s true that time walking in a forest can be beneficial to our mental health. But valuing a forest for that purpose traduces what forests are. They are not there for us alone.

These days I take emotional solace from understanding that animals are not like me, that their lives are not about us at all.

Katarina M. Boné-Tsokolati
I’ve been told that I should Americanize my name when I start auditioning and for a while it tormented me because sure my name is harder to remember than Stacy McGee but… my name gives me a reaction I enjoy and it always is a conversation starter, people become curious of my ethnicity… I want more people to know about my family’s roots than to get forgotten among the Robinson and Smiths in the world.
Remember my name.

Saw this on Instagram a few minutes ago. April 3, 2017 (12:13PM EST):

vegantreats We are making a last minute plea for Athena. Athena is in the City shelter and is in danger of being euthanized today due to overcrowding. She is a staff favorite and friendly with people and other dogs (unsure about cats)
The amazing people at @readyforrescue want to help her but need a foster home today.
If you or anyone you know can help please email readyforrescue@gmail.com right away. She can be transported within the tri-state area.

Done by Courtney Raimondi at Undead Ink (Long Island, New York)

My dad jokingly said to me that because I’m vegan, I eat like a rabbit. Well, that comment stuck with me and I turned that idea into my tribute tattoo!

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