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milksong: From a 2004 article by the NY Times 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 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 51.75hz. 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. This is the saddest thing to be in existence ever… Ever. My hearts breaking. Poor thing. I want to hug this whale and maybe give her a frequency shifter so her bassy Baleen acquaintances can appreciate her unique soprano singing. Then again, maybe she’s not lonely at all and just enjoying the self-nourishing power of solitude. That, or she’s just into old happy hardcore with high-pitched vocal samples and cares not if the mainstream whale massive prefers common-or-garden pop music. zoom

milksong:

From a 2004 article by the NY Times 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 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 51.75hz. 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.

This is the saddest thing to be in existence ever… Ever. My hearts breaking.

Poor thing. I want to hug this whale and maybe give her a frequency shifter so her bassy Baleen acquaintances can appreciate her unique soprano singing.

Then again, maybe she’s not lonely at all and just enjoying the self-nourishing power of solitude. That, or she’s just into old happy hardcore with high-pitched vocal samples and cares not if the mainstream whale massive prefers common-or-garden pop music.