Earth Day by Jane Yolen

Apr. 22nd, 2017 04:28 pm
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 I am the Earth
And the Earth is me.
Each blade of grass,
Each honey tree,
Each bit of mud, 
And stick and stone
Is blood and muscle, 
Skin and bone.
 
And just as I 
Need every bit
Of me to make
My body fit,
So Earth needs
Grass and stone and tree
And things that grow here
Naturally.
 
That’s why we 
Celebrate this day.
That’s why across
The world we say:
As long as life,
As dear, as free,
I am the Earth
And the Earth is me. 

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

Apr. 21st, 2017 12:07 pm
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.


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Apr. 20th, 2017 07:28 pm
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What the hell has been going on lately? Feels like every other friend I've encountered online and off has been struck by depression, all at once. I've been hella depressed too, and it's a fucking miracle to be able to write just a measly 400 words a fucking day. I can't get out of bed earlier than 10am, I get to campus around noon, and I stay until maybe 6pm, come home, eat, and then I have no idea what happens to my brain.

I've taken to sleep aid pills, which IDK, I don't think I've had this problem with the liquid version? I'll go back to the liquid version and see if that's any different. But really, shit like ZZZquil is meant for occasional use, not regular use. Blargh. And then there's the fact that I can sleep 8 hours and still wake up feeling under-rested and like hot garbage. I'm going to the fucking doctor. It's time for my yearly physical anyway. I just feel terrified because I've been devouring so much shitty food I'm pretty sure I'm pre-diabetic
by now =(

I thought I finished editing my first chapter, but now that I think about it, after having sent it off, it's not really done and needs a concluding paragraph that pulls the argument together. Argh. I'm gonna try to look it over again tomorrow and see what I can do. They said the editing stage was easier, it was the first draft that was the hardest, but I think that's a god damn fucking lie!

I'm trying to walk more too, for Pokemon Go, but ugh, IDK, IDK.

Sweet Spring -- by E. E. Cummings

Apr. 20th, 2017 03:08 pm
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sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)

lovers go and lovers come
awandering awondering
but any two are perfectly
alone there's nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun
i never knew and neither did you
and everybody never breathed
quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves
each herself by opening
but shining who by thousands mean
only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly
tiny winging darting floating
merry in the blossoming
always joyful selves are singing)

sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love

The Silent Sentinel by Josh Lee

Apr. 20th, 2017 11:44 am
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 The sun has gone without a glow;
No moon is there to shine tonight,
And sleepy stars refuse to show,
There is no noise; there is no light.

The silent sentinel walks his post,
While thoughts are flying through his head,
Before him stalks a mighty host;
They are the spirits of the dead.

He sees the patriarchs of old,
The scholars of great renown,
The bondsmen who to chains were sold;
He sees the fool and royal clown.

He sees the kings of kingly mien;
He sees the warriors strong and brave,
And all the dead are in that train
For every soul has left the grave.

Belshazzar lived, but had to die,
And mighty Caeser joined the throng;
Napoleon's men had passed him by,
And Washington had come along.

The silent sentinel walks his post
While thoughts are flying through his head.
"How soon," he thinks, "will my own ghost
Be keeping step among the dead?"

Who leads the army of the dead?
The greatest general ever known.
They say that God is at the head
And he commands it from the throne.

On earth the great commanding head
Requires citations for the deed.
Not so the Captain of the Dead,
He sees with omnipresent heed.

In the silence of the night
He notes the struggle for the goal;
He sees the hero bravely fight
The bitter battle in his soul.

We mortals never know the truth;
The bravest deeds are never known
By men of earth forsooth
But by the Commandant alone.

And so He decorates heroes
With His divine, immortal hands,
And those deserving praise He knows,
He knows them all from foreign lands.

He pins a cross upon a mother,
But, no, it's not a Croix de Guerre;
He pins a cross upon another,
It is the cross that Christ did bear.

Women who bear the battle's brunt,
Women who wait in silent prayer
For husbands serving at the front,
Come forth their honor to share.

Before the Army of the Dead,
He calls a boy who peddles news,
A weary soul who scrubs for bread,
A cobbler who repairs old shoes.

And many heroes of the earth
Are never decorated there,
And many men of royal birth
In that great honor have no share.

For God respects no birth or rank
But metes out justice unto men,
Rewarding justly Hun or Yank
For every deed of sword or pen.

The silent sentinel walks his post
While thoughts are flying through his head.
He knows that men from every coast
At last will march among the dead.

The importer has (mostly) caught up!

Apr. 19th, 2017 11:02 pm
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Our content importer has mostly caught up with its backlog; almost everything that's still listed as being "in the queue" are jobs that were tried, failed once or more with a temporary failure, and are waiting to try again. (The importer tries a few times, at successively longer intervals, when it gets a failure it thinks might be temporary/might correct itself later on.) This means that new imports scheduled now should complete in hours (or even minutes), not the "several days" it's been taking.

If you tried to schedule a second import while the first one was still running, at any time in the past 10 days or so, you may have confused the poor thing. If you think your import should be finished by now and it isn't, and you're seeing "Aborted" on the Importer Status part of the Importer page, feel free to open a support request in the Importer category and we'll look into it for you. (It may take a little bit before you get a response; those of us who have the access to look into importer problems have been really busy for the past two weeks or so, and I at least need a few days to catch my breath a bit before diving back into the fray! But we'll do what we can.)

I hope all y'all are continuing to settle in well to your new home!

The Second Coming by W.B. Yeats

Apr. 19th, 2017 01:27 pm
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.


Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

The Line-Up by Josh Lee

Apr. 17th, 2017 09:39 am
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 I lined up for my papers
   When I started the game;
I lined up at the office
   And I lined up at the train.

I lined up when I landed
  And I got my soldier's tag,
I lined up with the rookies,
  And I got my barracks bag.

I lined up in the morning,
  And I lined up for retreat.
I lined up at the canteen
  And I lined up where they eat.

I lined up for inspections,
  And they happened every day,
I lined up at the mailbox
  And I lined up for my pay.

I lined up with my rifle
  And I shot across the farm;
I lined up for the doctors
  And they shot me in the arm.

I lined up for my passes
  So that I could go to town;
I lined up at the harbor
  When the plank was lowered down.

I lined up on the steamer
  For every guard detail,
And when the waves were tossing,
  I lined up at the rail.

I lined up at the sick bay
  When afflicted with disease;
They always marked me "duty"
  And prescribed for me CC's.

I lined up for my choc'late
  And my commissary stuff;
I lined up for seconds
  When I didn't get enough.

And when the war was over,
 I lined up just the same,
But by and by one summer
  That final line-up came.

I lined up for the steamer
  And it brought me home again;
I was so bloomin' happy
  That I couldn't hold it in.

And when I saw the statue,
  It was glory well I reckons;
And if my country needs me,
  I'll line up then for seconds.

flyby post

Apr. 16th, 2017 09:09 pm
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I've been on a binge of Gordon Ramsay shows lately (not the competitive stuff, his makeover + travel shows) and as a result I keep having these flashes of like, delicious fish and chips, or black pudding, and I keep being like YOU KNOW WHEN I'LL GET TO HAVE THAT? IN LONDON. WHERE I AM GOING. IN A FEW MONTHS.

I haven't let myself be excited because health stuff, and first trip abroad in ages, but now I'm letting myself feel it more, and it's like... LONDON. LONDON LONDON LONDON.

A week will definitely not be enough, but I already want to eat ALL THE FOODS. Prawn sandwiches! I've missed you, UK.

baby's first time lecturing at a con

Apr. 15th, 2017 05:09 pm
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So, on Wednesday I gave a lecture at an SFF con for the first time, and it was amazing and overwhelming and totally blew my expectations out of the water, and I'm going to write it down here before I forget.

Women Write About War )

“Metaphors” by Sylvia Plath

Apr. 15th, 2017 02:48 pm
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I’m a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising.
Money’s new-minted in this fat purse.
I’m a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I’ve eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there’s no getting off.
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You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

give me ALL the caffeine

Apr. 10th, 2017 04:48 pm
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\o/: My coursework for this term is now officially in! This marks the end of my (required) classes!

/o\: HOLY HELL ONLY A MONTH AND A HALF LEFT FOR COMPS REVIEW, SO BEHIND ON READINGS.

On the plus side I can now spend the rest of the month reading and whiteboard-ing everything away, except for the time I need to spend on grading for my TAship (but also the weekend I'm spending at friends' wedding in a couple weeks, so...!).
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People who are worried because the import of their LiveJournal account has been running for a long time with no real signs of progress: please don't be concerned! The import queue is currently a little long. (In the same way that Mt Everest is a little tall and the Mariana Trench is a little deep.) We're limited in how many import jobs we can run simultaneously and how quickly we can start the next import after one finishes: LiveJournal, like all sites, has restrictions on how frequently we can programmatically request data from their site, so the import queue can get very backed up at times like this when more imports are being started than are finishing. If you look at the import queue and the numbers don't seem to be changing much, or are only going up, it doesn't mean that no imports are finishing: it means a lot of additional people have scheduled an import since the last time you reloaded.

As long as you haven't gotten a failure message in your on-site inbox, your import is still running. (Even if you have gotten a failure message, your import may still be running: if the site thinks that the failure is something that might correct itself, like being unable to connect to the remote site, it will retry for a few times before giving up.) If you have gotten a failure message, the error message in your inbox should tell you what went wrong.

The three common problems right now: 1) you mistyped your username and/or password; 2) you need to agree to LiveJournal's new ToS before they'll permit you to access the data in your account; 3) an entry or entries in your LiveJournal account have a text encoding mismatch and you need to follow the link in the error message to fix it on LJ.

If you haven't gotten a failure message, your import is still waiting in the queue, and will run when it makes its way up to the top of the queue.

People keep asking us how long the queue is (by which they mean, how much time will it take for a job just started to successfully finish: length of time, not number of jobs waiting). I would love to be able to give you a definite answer! It's really, really hard for us to predict how long it will take for a job to get up to the top of the queue, though: how long an import takes to complete depends on a lot of things, including how many posts/comments are in the journal. To give you a ballpark figure that might be off by up to 100% on either side: If I personally started a brand new import right now (in my timezone, the early morning of Monday 10 Apr), I would be pleasantly surprised if it finished before Tuesday morning (24 hours or so), would expect it to finish sometime on Tuesday night or maybe even stretch all the way to Wednesday night (36-60 hours), and wouldn't start to wonder if I should poke [staff profile] mark or [personal profile] alierak to doublecheck that something hadn't gotten stuck in such a way that our monitoring didn't alert us about it until Thursday afternoon or evening (100+ hours).

All of those time estimates, by the way, assume a relatively uncomplicated job that succeeds on the first try. When the site tries again after a failure, it includes a delay that increases after each failure in case the failure was due to transient network issues. So, I know some of you started an import at the end of last week and it's still running: some of you are trying to import very large journals, and some of you ran into errors along the way and are in a retry wait loop. Again: if you haven't gotten the final error message in your inbox (and it will tell you it's the final error), it's still chugging along.

You do not have to leave the importer page open or stay logged into Dreamwidth until your import finishes. (You do have to avoid changing your LJ password until the job is done, or it will fail.) You can close the window/tab and go off and explore Dreamwidth; the movers will be along in a little while with your stuff.

The tl;dr version of my usual longwinded babble: IMPORTER VERY BUSY. MANY PEOPLE MOVING IN. LIKE ON DORM OR APARTMENT MOVE-IN DAY, FREIGHT ELEVATORS VERY SLOW. BUILDING OWNERS RUNNING FREIGHT ELEVATORS AS FAST AS POSSIBLE AND APOLOGIZE FOR THE WAIT.

A housewarming glass of champagne/sparkling cider/fancy handmade soda for all! Welcome to the neighborhood.

EDIT, 10 Apr 2017 7:15PM EDT: the importer is not the only thing that is very busy today! I'm trying to get to all the comments here, but keep getting dragged off to handle other stuff (and will be knocking off for the night soon). If you have a technical support problem, it will probably be faster to open a support request, where there's less likelihood that it will get overlooked in the sea of comments.

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