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Someday (Taken with Instagram at ROY NACHUM)

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Business Week cover story, week of Feb 5, 1996

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Cindy Sherman - Untitled #411, 2003, Courtesy the Artist / Philippe Segalot, New York

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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.

I need to go talk to some frozen yogurt about this.

(Source: erickimberlinbowley)

It fascinates me, how much I used to write in leather-bound journals…yet now I have endless letters and words at my fingertips and words rarely find their way to the screen. I recall pounding away at my mom’s epson computer in high school and all the wonder I felt in seeing the letters form words across the screen. I loved how I could expel all my thoughts, dreams and doubts across the screen and then strike them away quicker than they appeared. It was like medicine; so much security in slapping things out in a place where thoughts were so open and exposed but never having fear of judgement from others from what I expressed. I was so sheltered and feared the criticism I might receive from an onlooking, wandering eye. I wonder how so many openly express themselves a global audience now…it seems nearly second nature.

My perception’s that it’s human to find fault in words openly expressed by those whom live without fear…it’s so much easier for people to pass harsh criticism towards people they don’t know or to those they don’t attempt to find the time to understand.

I listen to sounds of rotting humanity on a daily basis; people are more concerned over having the perfect image rather than doing the right thing; they’re more concerned with character assassination of others than seeking the truth in circumstances and events that take place around them.

I see greed and attachment the superficial things, to hurting others and transferring blame to others for actions people are not willing to own- when their ugliness causes pain and humiliation to other human beings.

I see Christians walking in hate, speaking hate and convincing the non-Christians they should join in on the hate…all in the name of love. It makes me wonder how society has come to these strange places. 

I feel all awkward walking on stage and taking my place amongst those who also don strange characters. I feel years beyond my youth and as those beady fucking little eyes prey on me, mixed in admiration, apprehension and awe I begin to let the character’s voice take over. It’s the only thing I can do. Muffin top and all I begin to transform from everyday fat [“thick”] girl hero to Astrid the mid-evil dragon slaying wonder. 

The kids love me.

I don’t know why.

How fucking weird is it that I get paid to do this shit?

I’ve always been way too fucking practical to dive head first into fake shit. I was that weird freaking kid who was analyzing and breaking down how they got to the land of make believe…rather than spending the time enjoying being there. I was that weird little kid who at 5 years old gave her uncle a variety pack of electrical tape for Christmas because as an electrician I felt it was something he’d actually use. I was that weird kid that didn’t buy into Religion at a young age…none of it seemed to make sense with all the hate being preached from every different side…

But that same practical weirdo is now goofing around on stage teaching kids life and fire safety messages that will hopefully save their lives. 

These little creatures scare me.