#mark simmons

[moonfirebrides]

Onallee photographed by Mark Simmons

[opticandmasturbation]

Bristol Hi-Fi publicity photo, 2009

Featuring Daddy G, Mr Benn, MC Souls Liberation and Queen Bee

Massive Attack, Roni Size and more: Bristol’s musical mavericks – in pictures

[tinysamm]

While the player can acquire firearms and ammunition in Silent Hill: Origins, they tend to be fairly rare, with the vast majority of weapons they can find throughout the game being either melee or single-use items, all of which are breakable. While this means the player is frequently required to seek out replacement items, it adds a separate layer of horror to the existing world design. Instead of just ignoring non-essential paths, the player instead must risk either forging ahead with only what they already have, or take a chance on searching other locations for new items without encountering more monsters.

[orcinus-ocean]

From the Keiko Archives, circa 1999

Seven minute video of Keiko’s situation in Iceland, 1999.

Very interesting, but I haven’t watched it all yet.

[laurenprentiss]

it’s so cute that i got tagged for this!! thanks to @alwaysjourney and @emilyprentiss-at-the-bau

Rules:

Answer 11 questions

Add 11 of your own

Tag 11 people

Part One ( @alwaysjourney )

1. What’s your favorite animal (any kind of animal)?

ALL OF THE CUTE, FLUFFY ANIMALS

2. Favorite season?

Spring or Fall

3. Sleep with one pillow or a bunch?

One

4. What would you name yourself if you could?

Vanessa

5. Sun rises or star gazing?

Star gazing

6. Love at first sight or friends first?

honestly, kind of both? i prefer having some sort of friendship but if the spark isn’t there from the beginning i’m not gonna go there

7. Marvel or DC?

i don’t really care for either of them. the only thing marvel or dc related i ever watched is marvel’s jessica jones and i loved it. so i’m gonna go with marvel.

8. Boots or flats?

boots cause i wanna look like a badass

9. Leggings or jeans?

jeans

10. Favorite Disney movie?

aladdin and maleficent

11. Any book recommendations (preferably not sad)?

i’m reading ‘A long way down’ by Nick Hornby at the moment. It’s a difficult topic but there’s so much british humor in it, it’s brilliant. The Author did an amazing job. Many moments of giggling on my part so it’s a yes for me. (i haven’t finished reading it though)

Part Two ( @emilyprentiss-at-the-bau )

1. Do you play an instrument?

Unfortunately no. I always wanted to learn how to play a guitar or the drums, never got around to do it.

2. If one of your friends had to choose a word to describe you, what do you think they would say/ what do you hope they would say?

Nice – I’d hope

3. Who is someone you wish you could meet?

Paget (honestly the whole cm cast), of course but besides her it would be Rihanna because I’ve always been a fan of hers, Will Adams from immaBEAST just to get inspired by his presence and his grind and maybe Beyonce because c’mon, who wouldn’t want to meet Bey herself.

4. Favorite color?

yellow, it’s such a happy color

5. Do you have any phobias?

SPIDERS

6. Any guilty pleasures?

i can’t think of any right now

7. what do you think people who don’t know you well misunderstand about you?

they often think i’m a bitch just because i don’t do small talk (i hate it, it’s so awkward) and because i’m straight-forward. i don’t take shit from anyone and they’re often surprised if they don’t get their way with me. (sorry honey but not with me)

8. what really grinds your gears?

like, what annoys me? ugh, i often have sensory overload so any kind of movement that makes a sound sets me off. OH–– OH MY GOD if you’re eating an apple near me, know that i hate your guts in that moment. i absolutely hate the sound the apple makes when somebody takes a bite.

9. what tv show did you start and never finish?

too many to count

10. Are you a rule follower or a rule breaker?

rule follower

11. Do you want kids?

maybe, someday

My 11 Questions:

1. What is your biggest regret?

2. Do you love or hate shaving your legs? Why?

3. What kind of tattoos do you have? (If you don’t have any, which ones would you like to get?)

4. What’s your hobby?

5. Apple or Android?

6. Biggest Pet Peeve?

7. Do you forgive easily? Why?/ Why not?

8. Do you work/study best during the day or at night?

9. Still or carbonated water?

10. Do you believe in soulmates? Why?/ Why not?

11. Do you consider underwear to be equal to bathing suits or do you have to have a bikini for swimming? (this is important okay????!)

Honestly IDK who to tag so TAG YOURSELF AND MENTION ME SO I CAN SEE YOUR ANSWERS oh and sorry for the lame questions

[orcinus-ocean]

Mark Simmons speaks again about Keiko, but only briefly.

What's at much greater length and much greater importance, is that he goes real hard against "the whale sanctuary project", Ingrid Visser's "sanctuary" concept, nature deficit disorder in the public, and how the zoo community and supporters of zoos need to come together and do something, or we will have no chance at stopping the Sixth Extinction.

And I'd like to link and remind people of three of my own older posts:

http://orcinus-ocean.tumblr.com/post/154954737640/the-anti-zoo-movement-and-the-zoological

http://orcinus-ocean.tumblr.com/post/146571502265/casual-anti-zoo-people

(In the last one, I was angry and unprofessional, because it was written for 9gag and obviously I have a different tone on 9gag than on here.)

http://orcinus-ocean.tumblr.com/post/159267308475/why-the-fuck-are-there-so-many-animal-rights

[orcinus-ocean]

December 12th

In December 12th, 2003, Keiko died, in the evening. Contrary to what’s told to the public, this was not a sudden death by any stretch of the imagination. This was the onslaught of cronic negative stress, induced by deprivation from his human family.

By starvation in slow measures. Because instead of 120 pounds a day, they gave him 20 pounds every other day. To keep him hungry, so he’d go out and look for his own fish and he’d go frolic with wild whales, but that didn’t happen.

He exhibited all sorts of behavioral neurosies, aberrant behavior. Slamming his head against boats that were in the bay, throwing fits out in the middle of the bay, and sometimes sitting there so calm it didn’t create a ripple on the water.

I hope this is breaking your heart, because every time I think about it, it breaks my heart.

From Killing Keiko:

To Keiko, the new world defied recognition. In a moment, he was bathed in playful love. In another moment he was left to his own devices, unpredictable spans of time between. He waited. Always he waited. Eventually they would again acknowledge his presence. In time, they would return. They always returned. He listened. He would meet them at the dock or hear the wanting sound of the small boat being boarded. Maybe he would follow the boat on an adventure. Maybe he would carry them on his back about the bay. He didn't know what would come. He waited. Hunger kept him company. He was always fungry. Tired. Eternally tired.

Keiko did not look well. Though he conceded to whatever was asked of him and reliably returned the affections of his trainers, he did very little else but rest, stilled at the surface. Day in and day out, he remained inert, scarcely casting a ripple across the glassy surface surrounding him. Keiko, his choice and his needs, were buried under the wreckage created at the convergence of agenda, negligence and ineptitude.

Metabolically Keiko's body deteriorated. So long had he been minimally nourished, his once abundant stores were now hopelessly depleted. Lacking any other source of fuel, his systems had turned on itself, extracting what little energy he had left from his own tissue. Remiss of the life-giving water contained in his fish, chronic dehydration had long ago set to purpose wreaking havoc on his vital organs. His old familiar enemy found a home in his lungs and flourished against a vastly weakened immune system. Outwardly, his great size and blanket of blubber subverted attention from the struggle within.

During the night, Keiko's strength to stay upright and near the surface drained from his body. No longer able to support himself at the surface, he dropped slowly to the darkening depths, finally coming to rest, his massive pecs gently propped on the sea floor. Absolute silence surronded him. As the cold stark deadness of night turned toward the life of day, his life emptied from his body. Once a great and mighty animal, forceful of breath, his last feeble exhale came unanswered by the all-familiar inhale. At this, the end of his long sojourn to freedom, apart from both human or whale, Keiko died.

"Keiko," his given name, means "Lucky one."

Respiratory ailments had long plagued Keiko throughout his time in Iceland. To a person, every soul on the project knew this fact. Had he truly been on his own, he would have died a swift death. That he was pushed beyond all reason and rationale, slowly starved in half-measures, only prolonged his suffering. He died of a very preventable condition. Indeed, the outcome was cultivated through actions imposed by the responsible party ordaining "release at all costs."

Worse still, the practices of his caretakers, steeped in ignorance, amassed great confusion in Keiko. They urged him to be free, to seek out a home and family of his own all the while continually welcoming his presence in Taknes Bay. By their misdirection, they persistently, injected the abusive turmoil over and over again. Blanketing him in affection and play, they salted the recipe of malnutrition with a neurosis; unseen but evident just the same. In a language and purity only afforded animals, Keiko made his decision. He never strayed from this resolve, demonstrating his choice of human companionship with resounding clarity time and time again.

The choice was never his in the first place. This truth dominated our thoughts for the rest of that regrettable day and for many weeks and years to come. We had let ourselves believe that ignorance would be outweighed by compassion; that in the end, love of an animal would prevail even against man-made agendas. Literally and symbolically Keiko represented a vast array of personal, social and political ideals spanning both time and geography.

In life, he was undoubtedly the most famous whale in history. In death, he became the most famous case of animal abuse the world could not yet fathom.

[the-random-sentence-library]

"By 29 July Ian was back in Lisbon to check on the progress of Golden Eye."

Quote selected randomly from page 104 of Mark Simmons's nonfiction history book Ian Fleming and Operation Golden Eye: Keeping Spain out of World War II.

Quote was selected at random from a book chosen at random from my local library.