<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035659173790840699</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:09:40.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Know When, But A Day Is Gonna Come</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035659173790840699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08831507750705504443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mbhYxBf1zvY/S43GjxF226I/AAAAAAAAABg/Bi03AXr5XlE/S220/14998_1230808372815_1307280089_30573949_5276146_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035659173790840699.post-9183594465819781560</id><published>2010-03-02T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:26:15.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tilikum- We All Belong Somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mbhYxBf1zvY/S43CoU8sbrI/AAAAAAAAABY/ibr8uqvJ8-0/s1600-h/orca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mbhYxBf1zvY/S43CoU8sbrI/AAAAAAAAABY/ibr8uqvJ8-0/s320/orca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444221522634632882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  I must spew these random facts just to let something that has been bothering me for about five days off my chest. The accident that occurred last week concerning the trainer and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at Sea World has got me thinking. At first my reaction was sad for both the trainer and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tilikum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Then I started analyzing reasons why it happened. 12,000 pound dolphins (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are of the dolphin family, not whale) do not naturally live in the conditions they endure when in captivity. Not saying Sea World is physically abusing them with whips and chains, but humans aren't the only ones that use their brains (who would have known?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO KNOW ABOUT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;ORCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHALES? &lt;/span&gt;ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tilikum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; weighs roughly 12,000 pounds which makes him the largest whale in captivity. The average &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; at Sea World and other marine wildlife parks weigh between 4,000 and 6,000 pounds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; whales can grow up to 22,000 pounds. Having such a large wild animal in captivity can be dangerous and uncontrollable. It is no different than training a lion or chimp, other than size. They are all wild animals that belong in the wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Why don't we release &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tilikum&lt;/span&gt; back into the wild so he won't hurt anyone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Because it would be similar to letting a 30 year old human into society with no communication or social skills, except &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; whales show no mercy for "different" whales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; travel in pods of up to 40 whales. Each pod learns a language of their own that no other pod can understand. It takes roughly two years to learn this language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tilikum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; was captured when he was less than a year old. He doesn't even know the language of his pod (or any pod), so therefore his tribe wouldn't accept him even if someone could find his tribe. He was captured off the coast of Iceland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; whales travel easily 100 miles a day. There have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;orcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; tracked from Alaska to Hawaii within 2 months. Finding his pod would be close to impossible, and they would not recognize him anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; do not socialize with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; from other pods. They see them as a threat to their food source. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Back to the fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Orcas&lt;/span&gt; travel many miles a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; They have instincts to know what direction they are traveling.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in captivity live in giant fish tanks that are 12 times their size (if they're lucky). Imagine having the entire ocean as your habitat, then being snatched away to live in one room the rest of your life. They are vulnerable when alone. They can easily give into training, but just because a wild animal is trained does not mean their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;instincts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are erased. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- The average female &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;orca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in the wild lives between 50 and 90 years; average male 30 to 50. Not many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;orcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in captivity live longer than 10 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tilikum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is one of two to actually live his normal lifespan at 30 years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Why do attacks occur when in captivity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; They are not mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; animals that will attack anything in their path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Orcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and many types of sharks eat seals. A human in a wetsuit can resemble a seal. In many cases, when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;orcas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; attack they mistake the human for a seal. Once they realize their mistake they let them go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay... done for now. Don't get me wrong. I loved Sea World all three times I went. I love animals and viewing them, but what does it cost? More than a 40 dollar ticket. There is no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in the life of a captive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;orca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, beluga, dolphin, bear, lion, chimp, giraffe, etc, etc, etc. Issues come up when attacks happen... like what to do with an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;orca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that can't defend itself in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, but has killed three people. But really who cares? It's just a big fish. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been rolling out these facts to different people and haven't really liked their reactions. I think most people think I'm crazy. That's why I decided to blog about it. I don't have to feel like an idiot after I'm finished. c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035659173790840699-9183594465819781560?l=milkthistle12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/feeds/9183594465819781560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/2010/03/tilikum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035659173790840699/posts/default/9183594465819781560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035659173790840699/posts/default/9183594465819781560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/2010/03/tilikum.html' title='Tilikum- We All Belong Somewhere'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08831507750705504443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mbhYxBf1zvY/S43GjxF226I/AAAAAAAAABg/Bi03AXr5XlE/S220/14998_1230808372815_1307280089_30573949_5276146_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mbhYxBf1zvY/S43CoU8sbrI/AAAAAAAAABY/ibr8uqvJ8-0/s72-c/orca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035659173790840699.post-6763759709079153301</id><published>2010-01-04T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:58:44.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So This Is The New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mbhYxBf1zvY/S0KpCvOIu4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/P0krmFDdutU/s1600-h/RSCN5976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mbhYxBf1zvY/S0KpCvOIu4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/P0krmFDdutU/s320/RSCN5976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423082765808089986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful holiday season... lots of running around. This week I can finally wind down and reflect while also looking ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Christmas in  Colorado. Very nice visit with my brother and his family. Mountains were spectacular. Would really love to go back and take photographs this summer (perhaps with a much nicer camera than I own c:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Zach's birthday/New Year's Eve, we went to St. Louis, saw the Electric Six show, and just relaxed. That lasted all the way to Jan. 1. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have many plans in store for this year. Last year was "My Year of Music" as I called it. This year will be "My Year of Traveling". I am definitely going to London over Spring Break, which is only a couple months away. In June I'm going to New York. I would also like to go to Florida and/or Chicago.  If I have to choose I will be debating between the beach and art galleries. The beach sounds more appealing right this second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as goals go, I want to get in shape, graduate with my AA by Spring, and start subbing in the fall. It's easy to say you're motivated when there are 4 in. of snow on the ground and you're stranded at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035659173790840699-6763759709079153301?l=milkthistle12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/feeds/6763759709079153301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-this-is-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035659173790840699/posts/default/6763759709079153301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035659173790840699/posts/default/6763759709079153301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-this-is-new-year.html' title='So This Is The New Year...'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08831507750705504443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mbhYxBf1zvY/S43GjxF226I/AAAAAAAAABg/Bi03AXr5XlE/S220/14998_1230808372815_1307280089_30573949_5276146_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mbhYxBf1zvY/S0KpCvOIu4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/P0krmFDdutU/s72-c/RSCN5976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2035659173790840699.post-7100938004235685269</id><published>2009-08-22T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:44:54.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"All mixed up in the wash, Hot water bleeding our colors..."</title><content type='html'>So tired... yet... so happy. I love my new job. I am excited to go back Tuesday. It seems when work involves something you enjoy, the task appears much easier to endure. For example, cleaning out large, steaming containers of coffee just does not seem like much of a chore to me. On the other hand, getting on your hands and knees to scrub the caked grease from the fry machine at McDonald's... that's gross. Smelling of coffee &gt; Smelling of nasty barely edible food ... The extra money is amazing too. Very happy with everything at the moment. It's also nice to have someone come by just to spend time you with on your 15 min break. I also bought a Christmas gift for my big ol' brother during my break at the antique store. I was happy to stumble upon it! I hope everyone has/or will experience a job or occupation that gives you a similar comfort. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts Monday... very anxious! I feel everything is in order and I'm on the right track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to be blogging on a regular basis. I feel I get things off my chest whether anyone reads this or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;☮♥ Currently listening to: "Hang Me Up To Dry" by Cold War Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2035659173790840699-7100938004235685269?l=milkthistle12.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/feeds/7100938004235685269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-mixed-up-in-was-bleeding-our-colors.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035659173790840699/posts/default/7100938004235685269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2035659173790840699/posts/default/7100938004235685269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkthistle12.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-mixed-up-in-was-bleeding-our-colors.html' title='&quot;All mixed up in the wash, Hot water bleeding our colors...&quot;'/><author><name>Emilie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08831507750705504443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mbhYxBf1zvY/S43GjxF226I/AAAAAAAAABg/Bi03AXr5XlE/S220/14998_1230808372815_1307280089_30573949_5276146_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
