Baleen is a filter-feeder system inside the mouths of baleen whales. The baleen system works when a whale opens its mouth underwater and the whale takes in water. The whale then pushes the water out, and animals such as krill are filtered by the baleen and remain as food source for the whale. Baleen is similar to bristles and is made of keratin, the same substance found in human fingernails and hair. Some whales, such as the bowhead whale, have longer baleen than others. Other whales, such as the gray whale, only use one side of their baleen. These baleen bristles are arranged in plates across the upper jaw of the whale. Baleen is often called whalebone, but that name also can refer to the normal bones of whales, which have often been used as a material, especially as a cheaper substitute for ivory in carving.
Depending on the species, a baleen plate can be 0.5 to 3.5 metres (1.6 to 11.5 ft) long, and weigh up to 90 kilograms (200 lb). Its hairy fringes are called baleen hair or whalebone-hair. They are also called baleen bristles, which in sei whales are highly calcified, calcification functioning to increase their stiffness. Baleen plates are broader at the gumline (base). The plates have been compared to sieves or Venetian blinds.
Whalebone (1807 – 6 February 1831) was a British Thoroughbred racehorse that won the 1810 Epsom Derby and was a successful sire of racehorses and broodmares in the 1820s. Whalebone and his full-brother Whisker were produced by the prolific and important broodmare Penelope, and they contributed to the perpetuation of the genetic line (tail-male) of their sire Waxy and grandsire Eclipse into the 20th century. Whalebone raced until he was six years old and was retired to stud at Petworth in 1815. Whalebone sired the Derby winners Lap-dog, Spaniel and may have been the sire of Moses. Other notable sons are Sir Hercules and Camel, the sire of Touchstone. Whalebone died in 1831 at the age of 24 of hemorrhage after covering a mare.
Whalebone was bred by the Duke of Grafton in 1807 at his Euston Hall stud farm near Newmarket. He was sired by the 1793 Epsom Derby winner Waxy out of the mare Penelope (foaled in 1798), both owned by the Duke. As a racehorse, Penelope was a contemporary of the 1801 Derby-winning filly Eleanor, beating her several times, and was half-sister to 1809 Derby winner Pope and the mares Pope Joan (both sired by Waxy), Parasol (Partisan's dam) and Prudence. Penelope was a prolific and influential broodmare, producing eight full-siblings to Whalebone that achieved success on the turf. She produced 13 foals between 1806 and 1823, all with names beginning with the letter W. Whalebone was her second foal and his full-siblings include Web, Woful, Wilful, Wire, Whisker, Wildfire and Windfall. Penelope died in 1824.
1966 the world was just waking up and coming to
In San Francisco the Beatles played candlestick and everything was feeling brand new
The Beat Poets had all but left North Beach
And the scene had moved to the park
In the middle of all that my man lightning lit up the dark
He was born Charlie McCristy in an east coast suburban town
He was a country club kid with a silver spoon playing on fresh cut ground
All the teachers called him brilliant
All the girls they loved his face
But he didn't feel the love inside so first chance he got he lit up out of that place
Like Lightning, flashing off and on
Then he was gone
He took a scholarship to San Francisco State
And had all the promise in the world
But soon he discover Carousel ballroom shows, pills and free love girls
It didn't take long to change him and he stopped going to class
A few hits of Owsley will do that to you
A few hits of Owsley will put you on your ass
Yeah his hippie friends called him lightning
That suited him just fine
His mind was always moving fast and working moving overtime
He had ideas for space phone and personal arithmetic machines
But the drugs kept the genius bottled up and they remained just dreams
He could not bottle lightning, flashing
Off and I, then it was gone
BR They were throwing around the I-Ching
They were dancing round the fire
It would be hard to find a place on earth that was getting any higher
LSD, Mescalito Lightning passed that acid test
But there were times when he couldn't feel the love inside and it left him disillusioned and depressed
The sixties turned into the 70's and Lightning drifted further west
To a beach shack in Lahaina but by then he was just a mess
The dope was replaced by hard liquor and an anger inside
The free love dream was over to him the free love dream was a lie
He drowned one night in Kauai drunk on stolen cheapo champagne
His Hawaiian friends at his funeral didn't even know his real name
Just a thumb nail sketch of Lightning he came and then he went
One second you are here and then you disappear your soul lost in the firmament
Like Lightning, flashing, off and on
And then it is gone.