Monday, 17 May 2010

Dear Denmark

Dear Denmark,

My name is Yasmine and I am what man-kind calls me a Pilot Whale also known as a Calderon Dolphin. I am only three years old and I am very playful and have so far lived a free life in the Atlantic ocean.

But a sad story is coming.

My family and I have been spotted by your country men and we are being drawn into the fjord in the Faroe Islands by little boats with rumbling engines. I believe the bobbing boats to be friendly and their funny noises amuse me, but now I feel the water decreasing around me as the playful, rumbling boats lead me further towards the beach. My thick, black, shiny skin is growing colder as air sucks on and suddenly something blunt and hard is caught in my blowhole. I am dragged closer to the land where I see rows and rows of your people watching me, the sand grains are rubbing against my belly. Panic is paralyzing me.

I feel something punch me in the sides and the water turns red and I am blind by its sour color. The smell of blood is overwhelming and I realize that it is my own. Once I realize that the red color is pouring from me, searing pain drives through my body like nothing I could ever have imagined and I lose movement in my tail. I am weak now and confused and I don't understand why this is happening to me. I have always been a peaceful creature and now I am floating away. High above, I rise and watch the ocean stain red. I hear the screams from my family and I know that my short whale life has come to an end as man-kind stands by to watch the slaughter of my family.

So I ask you Denmark, even with your traditions, to stop hurting me and my family and for future families to pass through the Faroe Islands. We are only a small number of dolphins and we believe man-kind to be good and curious, just like us. We wish to live and swim side by side.

Please Denmark, maybe it is time to find another food source that supplies your community. No one likes change but good change can mean a good future in the longterm of life.

Thank you,


It has come to my attention that the Faroe Community slaughter these dolphins for traditional reasons. Since the 1700's this community would beach Pilot Whales (Calderon Dolphins) who were passing through the fjord of the Faroe islands and slaughter them. During this time, the whale meat, blubber, skin, intestines were a primary resource for food, oil, rope because the weather and soil conditions on these islands are near to impossible to grow any other food source. However, although the tradition is still up to this very day carried out, the Pilot Whale meat is deemed inedible since the whale has a high content of Mercury, PCB's and other environmental pollutants. So if the meat ain't good for food consumption, are these deaths a waste?

I know it's hard to maintain a tradition in a modern world that is forever changing. But I think change happens for a reason and great change can mean a better future for many. Maybe what was once old fashioned could maybe be re-invented into something better? Also we must remember, tradition or not, the Pilot Whale is under threat of extinction, and not because of natures way, but because of man-kinds way. I know I could never cut through a friendly mammal with blunt objects just for the sake of tradition, but then again I couldn't slaughter a cow and I eat meat. I am not saying become a vegetarian, I am saying pick your meat wisely and if you can't afford a steak that week, don't buy a cheap one, eat other sources of protein. If we all tried a little harder and supported those farmers who take care of their cattle/pigs the meat we would eat would be a happier steak.

And as for the Whaling industry, please stop with these uncontrolled killings. Find other ways to make your money. Find other ways to get your meat. The sea is getting over-fished, we are killing too much, too fast and the world is becoming imbalanced. One day there won't be any fish or whales left in the sea for food, and then what?

React now for a healthy future.



Monday, 10 May 2010

A Letter I think Speaks To Many!

I don't usually do much people stalking on the internet, but I came across this letter written from X to a certain XX and thought to post it as I think it will speak to a lot of people. The letter is from a young woman ( X ) born into a celebrity home criticizing another young woman ( XX ) who was also born into a celebrity home for abusing the "hand me down fame" to stay in the tabloids, instead of building a solid career that could help her develop her own identity. The world needs to celebrate talent, real and truthful hard work and people who are truly dedicated to their art. Quick fame without substance is like a drink; too many will end up with a hangover.

Here's the letter below. I've taken the liberty to correct any typos/spelling/grammar in order to make this an easy read:

This is my open letter to XX.
You're not entitled to anything, simply because your sister has a recognizable name. Your idea of fame isn’t fame. It’s infamy. You want to be famous? Work your ass off and make decisions that could potentially catapult your career into a lasting one. Notoriety for who you are and notoriety for the work you produce are two completely differnt things. I understand that you have been brought up in an environment where the idea of fame is easily achievable but, that’s not an excuse. You lack the talent, social understanding and credibility to be anything other then infamous. Your careere choices, thus far, will transcend a future career as someone who attempted to be famous, but never quite achieved it. And if you do, it will be the formality of fame that puts you on the covers of tabloids, while the public idly watches you plumit into the murky abyss shared with the likes of Spencer Pratt & Jon Gosslin who, I’m sure, will steal your money whilst there. Fortunately for the world, there are people who have and don’t have recognizable names, who have obtained artistic integrity and will one day, hopefully, bring that tangible artistry into light again. Though, its hard to think thats achievable when people like You, XX, are rendering the world of true talent by attempting to make your entitled ass noticed. How is this fair to the people who HAVE artistic integrity, or a mind? How is it fair to those who truly have something to offer the human race other then a dwindling last name and a few shitty films, both of which, solidified the idea that your just a celebrity siblings. I recognize that I might come across as harsh and no, I don’t personally know you, but its the actions that you take that speak for you. You blatently don’t care how your recognized, its the objective to get famous and that is what makes you replaceable and a recycled idea .Well, I'm ashamed to have to be grouped into the same category of person as you. I would rather die the most painful death then be assoicated with the kind of career your trying to make for yourself. I hope I’m wrong because generally I’m not a very judgmental person, but in the case of you, that is MY entitlement.

Tuesday, 4 May 2010

Perry Farrell on Twitter

"I have found my ultimate reason to live. Before I found her-I was a bug. I want to protect her now, for her I want to win."

- Perry Farrell

I wish a man felt this way about me. I sure have felt that way for one man in my life. And I believe true love is to sacrifice. Give your all. In everything. But people are always afraid to share. Believing it's some kind of weakness. It isn't. In fact, you're weaker if you protect yourself. Sharing your heart is courageous. I never was afraid. No matter how many times love has hurt me. Soon the best will come into my life. Because I know I deserve it. And love will come back to me. One day it will be mutual. And I will feel contempt. With or without someone. But someone, someday, will be my true heart.



Monday, 3 May 2010

Things We Once Shared

I become a bit sad. When I remember the things we used to share. And now no longer but a feather in the wind.

I look back on;

The walks we used to share.
The benches we sat upon,
watching all kinds of people go by.
Reading our favorite books side by side.
The warmth of our shoulders
seeping through our clothes
warming our hearts.
The films we used to share.
I find the ticket stubs

And now, at times I hear, over the phone, what you did and what I missed.

I think saving the good memories can bring a smile to my face.
But that is all I have left.
No more sharing will be done.
I only share life, for a while,
with myself.