Today is Jenny Lind’’s birthday, back in 1820. She was famously called “The Swedish Nightingale”. She was Swedish.
Vocal Fireworking is common among Rhinos. We are perpetually astounded at the range of noises and echoes and tonalities We can produce, when in the mood. We concertize spontaneously, it can’t be and needn’t be helped.
We carry flowers in case We get hungry mid-Aria.
More is better, right? Here at Your Inner Rhino, We are having a fine time finding out what Humans have to say about their activities.
Rhinos are always up for a Good Time.
All critters salute Saint Francis of Assisi, who was an early environmentalist and supporter of humanist instinct towards animals.
This is his Feast Day, officially.
We are always grateful for Kindness.
This is our first post of a series, highlighting Human quotations of interest, seems to Us.
Among the involvements available, Elections are not in the usual Rhino repertoire. Thank heaven.
Queen Elizabeth I was born in 1533. She was popular, but prickly. She liked things her way, without sass of any kind. A Queen clearly in touch with her Inner Rhino.
We Rhinos are wired pretty much the same way, right?
Bess (as she was called by her best pals) also liked to gad about in plenty of finery. Rhinos do that too, albeit on a theoretical level.
In 1883, Krakatoa, a gigantic volcano, erupted. The blast was heard 3 thousand miles away, literally. The ash clouds affected Earth’s weather for years. The tsunamis were dreadful. The violence was equal to four thermonuclear bombs.
Krakatoa sits between Sumatra and Java, which have given their names to two extant Rhino Families. That any of those Rhinos survived this singular event seems incredible.
Over 50 million years, our Family have witnessed many catastrophes, yet here We are, discussing it. Rhinos are here by Nature’s grace.
In 79 AD Mount Vesuvius blew up, marking a Monumental Disaster for all the witnesses. Almost nobody survived the lava, and more importantly, the ash and gases. Towns were obliterated, wiped from sight. Pretty horrific.
When Nature pushes the button, no critter or crowd can do anything but get out of town. With all due haste. If possible.
There were no Rhinos in residence at the time, so that’s one relief, among a meagre handful.
Macbeth is a Tragedy, meaning things go from Bad to Worse in 5 Acts. This one is about a warrior and his wife who decide to seize the Scottish throne by any means necessary. Ambition proves to be a cruel mistress for sure.
Late in the play, Lady Macbeth decides to wash her hands of her complicity in a medley of murders in the first 3 acts. Unfortunately for her, even the perfumes of Arabia are unequal to the task. She comes unglued. Actually, she was pretty unglued before she even started scrubbing.
Wicked Ways do not pay off, as any Rhino could have told them.
Mr. Meriwether Lewis was born today, in 1774. In 1804 he and his pal William Clark were commissioned to go find out what was out West, since nobody besides the local inhabitants knew.
Being Discovered is a peculiar experience. We Rhinos know about it. Somebody comes to your neighborhood, and it becomes theirs. How this could be so is a mystery. It makes no sense. But trust Us, it happens all the time.
Rhinos do not have names in the human sense; We know one another by scent. But if We were to have usual name names, We would pick Meriwether right away. We would all be named Meriwether. It would be too excellent to pass up.
Possibly that idea defeats the point of a name? If they have a point?
Your Inner Rhino 