Code push!

Aug. 29th, 2015 01:12 pm
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[staff profile] mark and I are planning to do a code push tonight! We will start working around 7pm Pacific time but since it's my first time, the actual push to the site probably won't happen until closer to 8pm Pacific time.

Here's a partial list of changes that will go live with this push:

  • Rename swaps will accept rename tokens purchased on either account.

  • OpenID community maintainers will be able to edit tags on community entries.

  • Adorable new mood theme called "angelikitten's Big Eyes".

  • Username tag support for

  • Embedded content support for and

  • Additional space on the user profile page to list your Github username.

And as usual, many tweaks, small bugfixes, and the occasional page source rewrite.

We'll update again to let you know when the code push is in progress!

Vintage, Sophia Blackwell

Aug. 28th, 2015 07:53 pm
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Saturday's dress was someone else's, boned
so that it might have stood up on its own.
I wished I could have known its previous owner;
not just a London wife who had outgrown
the kind of life that needs a scarlet dress,
but a starlet, rubbing ice cubes on her breasts
to keep them pert. She'd sleep cocooned in corsets,
she'd be the broad who walked into the office
that drink-fogged Monday, something on her mind,
fur-lapped, with trembling lips, or a barefoot bride
skipping town, thumbing trucks down on neon strips.

Praying, I tugged the zip and slipped inside
another woman's skin, as if her sweat
had stiffened the seams like a salt-rimmed glass.
Oh, I was tits and hourglass hips and ass,
a viciously nipped waist, its hold as delicious
as a lover's embrace.

Of course, it kept its shape
later, when I stepped out of it. The rude
shock of nipples and dark cloud of hair
(no underwear) - I walked, like treading water
warily to bed, my skins pale lustre
somehow more flawed, nude as a shucked oyster.
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[personal profile] qian

I ended my last Publishing Journey post about going on submission to publishers on an annoying cliffhanger, in part because the post was getting a bit long, but also because I wanted this post, about selling the book, to be the last one before the book comes out in the US. Never let it be said that I have not been straight-up with you!

As I mentioned at the end of my last post, at the end of the six-week period my agent had set, I got an email from her mentioning almost quite casually that an editor had confirmed that they were going to offer for the book. Whatever happened, the book was going to have a home. That was when I knew it was going to be published after all and I had not lived and fought in vain.

It felt weird, to be honest. I suffer from “feelings never match up to occasion”itis (there must be some clever German word for this), which means that I’m perpetually bored, distracted or hungry at significant emotional moments. I always admire people who cry at weddings: so clever of them to know to have the right feelings at the right time. One of the reasons I like books so much is that they tell you what feelings to have when. Also if you don’t cry at a sad or touching scene, it’s the author’s fault, not yours!

So I read the email a few times, felt a bit worried for no real reason, and went on with my day.

A few days later Caitlin emailed again to say that she had set an auction date and would I like to have a call, because surely I must have questions by then.

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Mirrored from Zen Cho.

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Aug. 27th, 2015 11:19 pm
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I wrote a few drafts of a post I meant to make before leaving but of course never got the time to post.

So - I am back from 5 days in Prague, with [personal profile] tanndell (and also [ profile] eatingclouds and [personal profile] schneefink).

I am UTTERLY EXHAUSTED (traveling at the tail end of the school summer holidays is a HORROR, I survived my flight home purely by staring at a screen fro 4 hours and having ear plugs when I couldn't stare at a screen) but I can honestly say this was the most perfect little vacation. The only tragedy of is it wasn't twice as long.

[personal profile] tanndell and I walked around what to me is one of the most beautiful cities in the world, drinking absinthe, eating bacon and steak and the highest quality dark chocolate (occasionally shaped like a penis). We watched a Bollywood film, cooked dinner with squid and prawns, saw beautiful castles, took a river cruise (to which we brought 2 bottles of our own wine), drank an uncountable number of cocktails at various locations. All in all, we never got up before 10am, we saw every single attraction we meant to see, made use of the mostly spectacular weather to walk around this wonderfully compact city... I truly do not know how we fit so much into so little time, but we did.

I think the sense of time management came mostly from the feeling of zero stress. Personally this was one of the most relaxed vacations I've ever been on.

And ugh it was just so good to see my friend again. And to meet new fangirls! And to talk hockey and porn and films and scifi and...

I need to sleep, because I am SO TIRED, but world, this was definitely a tiny slice of perfection.
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky —
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.

The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.

I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness – blackness and silence.

Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare

Aug. 25th, 2015 08:27 pm
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sneezles by A. A. Milne

Aug. 23rd, 2015 05:46 pm
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Christopher Robin
Had wheezles
And sneezles,
They bundled him
His bed.
They gave him what goes
With a cold in the nose,
And some more for a cold
In the head.
They wondered... )

Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll

Aug. 22nd, 2015 06:50 pm
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand... )

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Aug. 21st, 2015 09:55 pm
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So there is this cutie at the grocery store. Last year I mostly encountered him at the cashier, and sometimes he would be the bag boy. I'm pretty sure he's way young, I peg him mid-20's at most. Still, he is pleasant to look at, and always, unfailingly friendly.

Javi was gonna do a drag performance in LA, and we were gonna leave at 4.30, so I got made up for the occasion. But he pulled out last minute, so he and Maurisa were cooking dinner instead. And they invited me over, and I went to the grocery store to get some stuff for the dinner. And who should be at the deli counter but cute bag boy. We exchanged a few pleasantries about summer, I got some potato salad.

I might have to go get mashed potatoes a bit more often.
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[personal profile] qian

After spending a year and half revising Sorcerer to the Crown under, er, challenging conditions, you’d think I’d be thrilled to go on submission to publishers. But to be honest it was sort of an anticlimax!

I’d sent the latest in several versions of the manuscript to my agent and was waiting for more edit notes, when instead she emailed me saying it’d gone off to publishers. She gave me a list of the editors she’d submitted the manuscript to, and said she’d asked them to get back to her in six weeks’ time. My face went from this: @_@ (its habitual expression in 2014) to this: O_O And it stayed like that for six weeks!

For those who don’t know how the submission process works — well, I don’t either, but in my limited understanding, this is what generally happens.

Read the rest of this entry » )

Mirrored from Zen Cho.

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Aug. 20th, 2015 01:12 pm
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The signup queue is running a bit low, so how about asking your friends if they want to join and host?

Here's something you can post -- customize as desired!

The community [community profile] poetry is looking for weekly poetry hosts! Signing up to host a future week gives you a chance to share some of your favorite poems -- everything from the serious, deep, and profund to the silly, funny, or nonsensical. If you're interested, join the community and sign up on the signup post, which also includes the posting guidelines.
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Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.

A Great Time by W. H. Davies

Aug. 19th, 2015 06:45 pm
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[personal profile] turlough posting in [community profile] poetry
Sweet Chance, that led my steps abroad,
Beyond the town, where wild flowers grow -
A rainbow and a cuckoo, Lord,
How rich and great the times are now!
Know, all ye sheep
And cows, that keep
On staring that I stand so long
In grass that's wet from heavy rain -
A rainbow and a cuckoo's song
May never come together again;
May never come
This side the tomb.

The Veteran by Dorothy Parker

Aug. 17th, 2015 07:49 pm
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When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
"Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I,
And wept there was but once to die.

But I am old; and good and bad
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say, "The world is so;
And he is wise who lets it go.
A battle lost, a battle won -
The difference is small, my son."

Inertia rides and riddles me;
The which is called Philosophy.
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1. [personal profile] were_duck has recorded a podfic of my The 100 fic: Jewels in Joy Designed. Go, listen! Tell her how wonderful her reading is!

2. Writing has been frustrating lately, in that way where I've done a lot of things necessary for writing that aren't ACTUALLY writing. The problem is that I'm currently revamping the novella, trying to re-structure a lot of scenes and it's hard, annoying work (because I'm so close to the existing material right now) and I can't really start a new draft until I have it all figured out and grrrrr.

But, in reality, I've been doing writing-related things every day, and I keep getting encouraging news and reactions, and overall I feel good about where I am. It's just... difficult to be a writer when you're not actually writing, to me. Like, putting words down on paper calms my anxiety, gives me something solid to hold onto. Everything else doesn't matter so much when I have the work, because the work is what really makes me happy.

3. Speaking of which - I'm slowly getting the hang of having a public, professional twitter, and I can now actually say: follow me at [ profile] berlin_marina for cool links and updates and occasional photos! In the last week there's been a parody of sociology courses, an infographic of all the deaths in the Illiad and human biases in AI programs.

Also, if, like me, you have a locked and a public account, we can be friends on our public twitters so other people can join in the conversation and stuff? I've tried to add the professional/public accounts of people I otherwise follow fannishly, so if you're into that sort of thing, do add me!

Content-wise, I try to make sure there's no overlap between my public and private twitter, in order to not spam people (I retweet stuff from [ profile] berlin_marina sometimes but if you follow both accounts you'll only see the tweets once).

Also, man, I mainly locked my fannish twitter because I was tired of random bots (it actually wasn't for privacy or anything like that) and BOY DO I NOT MISS THE BOTS. Like, losing the ability to have public conversations for a while was annoying, but nowhere as annoying as twitter bots and like, actors from TV shows I was tweeting about (without using the hashtag!) starting conversations with me about my views. (I realize that's one of the best things about twitter for some people, but for me it was like, most distance from the canon, please!)

4. This post on Evgeni Malkin's translator coming with him to the locker room has been cracking me up non-stop for a while. Regardless of your feelings on hockey, you should check it out.

5. In fanvid news, now that I have my computer back (after nearly a YEAR OF SEPARATION) with its harddrive full of ALL MY MOVIES and ALL MY FAVORITE FANVIDS I've... been rewatching a lot of stuff, basically. I need to catch up and download all the fanvids I've loved in the last year, but meanwhile I've recently discover/rediscovered a couple of [ profile] jarrow vids, so I'm going to just rec them to you.

* Warriors, The 100.

This is his newest vid and it's SO GOOD and it's intended for people who've never seen the show! GO, WATCH IT! The ironic thing is that as much as I loved this vid I was also a bit disappointed because of all the amazing, awesome things (just on the theme the vid's chosen!) couldn't be fit in there. So, just, go watch several minutes of AMAZING WARRIOR LADIES and know that that isn't even all the warrior ladies in the show (BY FAR), not to mention the show having 453534 other cool things going on. (Trigger warning for graphic violence)

* Telephone, 24.

I died laughing at this vid, DIED. I think it's even more amazing because it's basically like 4 minutes of puns and visual gags, so it's like literally every section of it is its own comedy. I possibly first lost it during the Beyonce part. Basically rewatching this forever. (Trigger warning for graphic violence)

* Like My Very Own Blood, Battlestar Galactica.

This is an old vid, but I recently stumbled on it in my vids folder and realized it was also by Jarrow and honestly, I think this vid has gotten even more amazing with time. Like a lot of things about BSG, its amazing aspects became even more pronounced as time went by (and television didn't supply us with any BSG-like shows - The 100 being the only exception so far). It's true that any Starbuck vid these days makes you go "remember that brief time when we had characters like this on TV?" but this vid, which delves into the most desperate, vulnerable, fucked up aspects of the character, is perhaps even more impressive.

more about this vid )

6. As can be expected before a vacation - work has been ridiculously busy, and I have about a billion things to do. Aside from packing and shopping for some essentials, there's also my dad's birthday this week /o\ IT IS JUST A LOT OF THINGS TO GET DONE. And it's been so hot lately I literally wake up covered in sweat. LITERALLY. (I can't sleep with the a/c or a fan on because they both make me sick.)
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For more about the poet, see his bio at the Poetry Foundation.

In Response to a Rumor That the Oldest Whorehouse in Wheeling, West Virginia Has Been Condemned
James Wright

I will grieve alone,
As I strolled alone, years ago, down along
The Ohio shore.
I hid in the hobo jungle weeds
Upstream from the sewer main,
Pondering, gazing.

I saw, down river,
At Twenty-third and Water Streets
By the vinegar works,
The doors open in early evening.
Swinging their purses, the women
Poured down the long street to the river
And into the river.

I do not know how it was
They could drown every evening.
What time near dawn did they climb up the other shore,
Drying their wings?

For the river at Wheeling, West Virginia,
Has only two shores:
The one in hell, the other
In Bridgeport, Ohio.

And nobody would commit suicide, only
To find beyond death
Bridgeport, Ohio.


Aug. 16th, 2015 03:58 pm
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Here are some things that keep me alive: waking up to Cy's smile. Delicious tea, and having different varieties to choose from depending on my mood. My tiny garden, all 4 x 3 feet of it and several large pots, which is now blooming with hyacinths, pink and pale purple and white blossoms scattering fragrance into the air, and bright yellow and orange calendula.

I thought for some time that I needed to write a post after my month in the Philippines as a sort of debriefing and dissection, confession and penance; dear my friends, last night the stars burned in the black sky, terrible and bright, and I struggled against wanting so badly to die... But, more and more, I'm learning that I can do what I want, more than I might think or allow myself, especially when it comes to my personal writing for my own journal -- of all things! really! -- and so. And so.

Here are some things that I am grateful for: friends who are true and who teach me every day that kindness is the most precious of things and trust can be nurtured, cherished, protected; the people who appreciate my art and tell me so and say, yes, the world comes alive in color; pomeranians who, upon finding that I am outside in my front garden sipping tea and drinking in sunlight, will try and fetch my partner to the front so that the pack can be together; warm fluffy blankets and a pile of pillows and beanbags on the floor; intensely colorful watercolors; life and life and life.


* Speaking of art: I have a new illustration up at Lackington's to accompany one of its Issue 7 stories.

Also, I have two originals for sale on Etsy. Here's one of them:

I have a proper portfolio now, too, so I can refer clients to it and things, if you would like to check it out!


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