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Today's DW meme is to look at what we were writing ten years ago. When a "post a picture of yourself from ten years ago and then one now" meme went around Facebook recently, I wasn't able to participate because I don't really have many or any pictures of myself, especially from that long ago (my FB account only goes back to 2014 I think).

But I've been blogging here (or, well, LJ but it's here now) for much longer than ten years so I was delighted to be able to go and look.

I didn't write anything exactly ten years ago; the closest was laughing at a politician who wanted "affection and sexual favors" to be a reason not to extend marriage rights to same-sex couples. Ah, back when I could laugh at irate politicians and their relative powerlessness...

The prospect of same-sex marriage got some good phrases out of those bigots. Merciless prism of equality, too.

15/365

Jan. 15th, 2019 11:16 pm
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I got to thinking, in an idle moment,* about what I could write for today. Mostly it's been pretty easy and indeed natural to come up with something to blog about. But nothing obvious was coming to mind.

Ah well, I thought to myself. It's the fifteenth today, so after this you'll be about half done!

It actually took a second before I realized no, wait, I didn't say I'd do this for a month. I said I'd do it for the year! Haha. We'll see how that goes.


* No, that doesn't mean I was on the toilet! I was...walking to the toilet.

1/365?

Jan. 1st, 2019 10:08 pm
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My DW friend [personal profile] nanila posted something every day last year. I am totally admiring and in awe of such a feat but it occurred to me while waiting for the train home that I could try the same thing now it's a new year.

Two hours later, I'm getting ready for bed and wondering if this is really such a good idea because I could just put on my pajamas and turn off the light right now.

But even if I don't make it, I might as well write something for today.

Andrew and I got all the way to Brighouse train station, with a few minutes still to wait before our train, before his CPAP machine came up in conversation and we realized that we didn't have it with us. Our departure, already delayed longer than I'd have intended because I got sucked into a documentary called The Art of Drumming, which I'd seen before but Andrew hadn't, and it was fun to watch his reactions (surprisingly for a music thing, he hardly had to yell at how wrong it was and said he really enjoyed it), had to be further postponed while I ran back. We're just lucky we didn't have to wait a whole hour.

So I ran back most of the way, [personal profile] matgb having kindly come out with the machine after I'd rung ahead and explained the situation, saving me what would've been a few crucial minutes if Andrew had been correct in his reading of the departure boards, in which case I'd gotten back with only a minute or two to spare. As it turns out the display was apparently unreliable and we had to cross over the platforms and go up and down a lot more stairs than my lungs and legs were happy with, and wait another twenty minutes.

I'd made the round trip in the time it usually takes me to walk one way I the station! My lungs and legs are not used to this kind of exertion and made this very clear, but I'm amused that a day that 99% of had been spent glued to the couch still probably featured enough exercise in the other 1% to count toward a gym-going goal if I'd been misguided enough as to make such a thing for myself.

Not long after we got home, [personal profile] diffrentcolours brought Gary back from his overnight. So good of him and [personal profile] mother_bones to look after him, especially when they have to do things like give him a bath because he decided to roll around in poop, and interrupt their Doctor Who-watching because he was whining and pawing at D's trousers to be taken home.

I got to be a countersignatory to [personal profile] mother_bones's passport renewal application! The exclamation mark is there because I'm excited I keep finding new uses for my own UK passport (I had to put its number on the form).

Besides the usual stuff on the form I had to fill in (name, address, etc), the last box was for how many years I've known the person. I'm not entirely certain actually! My best guess is 11 but it might even be 12 now. She and D were the first friends I made in Manchester. It's hard now to remember what it was like not knowing them. Definitely more fun to think about the time since I have.
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(with a little license for where the first line was a meme or an item in a list or otherwise a thing that wasn't really a sentence on its own)

January

I didn't think I had any New Year's resolutions, but it turns out I'd really like to write every day (in hope of getting my book done, but writing here also counts), and read every day (especially paper books, because I have such a backlog of ones I want to read, going back at least to last Christmas).

February
Urgh, I feel like I lost the first two weeks of this semester to a fog of coughing, exhaustion and snot.

March
I am going to see Hamilton in a month.

April
Andrew was feeling really ill last night, which is sad (especially because I was away and it's nice to have someone to offer cuddles and fussing when you're sick).

May
Social media can be really terrible, of course, but it also brought me this this morning, and made me laugh:
Do ghosts speak with a different accent than what they spoke while living? I would think that being in the community of a bunch of ghosts from different eras would have an impact on the specific accent of their language.
June
I've been revising for my last exam (which is tomorrow, which I'm in no way procrastinating on studying for by writing this) on a loaner laptop because mine is away supposedly having one of the bits of assistive tech fixed on it (but Andrew says the problem it was having is just a Windows update breaking for a lot of people and I reckon it'll be fine by the next update but oh well, it's gone now).

July
I saw Hamilton yesterday afternoon!

August
Sessions attended: Just one! Queering Shakespeare, which I loved. I've been before and it's always my favorite.

September
Safely at my parents'.

October
On Tuesday night, Andrew and I went to the Royal Northern College of Music for "Goldberg City Variations."

November
When I told Andrew I was going to a spoken-word night with Stuart, he expressed sympathy

December
When I asked for suggestions of things to write about, [personal profile] marjorie_bark said she looked up the UN's International action days in December, which I think is a fantastic way of looking for topics!
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I haven't made any new friends from the Tumblr influx yet (I've heard them called "Tumblr migrants" and "Tumblr refugees" and would like to discourage the use of those. If you need a noun, I saw "Tumblrweeds" and I love that (not because they're weeds! it's just a good pun), so you can use that) but I have already noticed more and more substantial posts on my reading page in the last few days, just from peopel I already know, so that's been nice. And welcome back to those of you who are breathing life back into your DW after a while, for whatever reason.

I might make some new friends anyway because I've gotten around to filling out [personal profile] angelofthenorth's non-fannish friending meme, as a bit of a reaction to the fannish nature of a lot of the Tumblrs, especially those at risk from the stupid new rules. [personal profile] angelofthenorth asked some great questions there, and I look forward to having enough brain to read the many answers before mine and see if I might be a good new friend to any of them. Feel free to try it yourself if you're interested.
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I forgot about this! Well, that's not actually true: I forgot that it's nearly December actually. I don't know how when it feels like it's been November for approximately forty-seven years, but there you go.

December Days is a meme where people ask for a person (here, me) to write about a particular topic. They can request either a certain day in December for it (I like to suggest my birthday since that's in December and then it's like I get little presents if people can do it) and if they don't, I'll just go through them one at a time.

I probably won't be able to write something every single day (I'll be spending two of those days flying, if nothing else!), also I have an essay due on the first of the days I'm supposed to be flying and another one due early in January, but I actually thought giving myself non-academic writing prompts might help keep me in the right frame of mind when I need breaks from the essays.
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At some point in the last few days or weeks, I passed my sixteenth anniversary of blogging here!

Admittedly "here" was LiveJournal for the first seven years and then both for another seven years (give or take the odd cross-post bug) and exclusively Dreamwidth for the last two years or so. But I imported all the entries here when I deleted my LJ so it feels like a continuous thing to me.

I could look up the exact date, more or less (my actual first entry was soon deleted because it consisted of angst my plan to break up with my first boyfriend because I'd accidentally fallen for my best friend), but I know it was sometime in October. I used to know the date, now I just remember that it was sort of on the middle of the month.

My affection for blogging is well-documented elsewhere here, and I'm still happiest here despite the rest of the world having moved on to modern social media -- well I've done that too, to an extent (Facebook feels old fashioned now and I've almost abandoned twitter). But this is still where I feel at home.

If I keep this up for a few more years, I'll have had a blog for as much of my life as I didn't have a blog!
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When I saw this week's Friday Five questions. I was excited because they seemed so relevant and interesting to me for once.

Then I noticed they were written by [personal profile] jesse_the_k, so I really shouldn't have been surprised that I thought they were great!

1. Do you like to reply to every comment in your journal?
I like to reply generally, but not to every single comment. They don't all need or even suit a reply.

2. What type of post gets the most/least responses in your journal?
Big stuff gets the most: depression, disability stuff, asking for help... that bra/gender post amazed and delighted me with the quality and breadth of its comments on everything from dysphoria to laundry. Love you guys.

As for what gets the least? Boring day-to-day stuff, and things where even I'm not sure what I'm talking about! In the old days of LJ, an entry with no comments seemed the height of pointlessness, but I don't mind now.

3. What do you do when a new person first comments in your journal?
Usually panic that I've probably written a bunch of silly or boring things lately and what must they think of me. Ha. (Actually, that's more for when someone subscribes to my journal, but that's usually when they start commenting too.)

4. When you're reading someone else's journal, do you read every comment before adding your own?
Sometimes. If I think someone might've said what I was gonna say, I check for that. (Unless I was gonna say "<3" or "hugs" or something because I don't think repetition there is a bad thing.)

5. When is "too late" to reply to an entry?
Never! You can reply to stuff I wrote years ago if you want.

I do still have comments on the aforementioned bras/genders entry that I want to reply to but haven't gotten around to yet and now I feel a little stressed or sad that it's "too late" so I guess I am inconsistent here.
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There are a ton of comments I want to reply to on the bras/genders entry, which I don't have the wherewithal to do yet but I want you to know how much I appreciate them.

But in questionably-accessible festival news, I got a ticket in the post today! Only one! My full price regular ticket. Andrew is convinced the other ticket will arrive along with my promised "information pack" but I forsee unpleasant phone calls about this in my future. Ugh. This is why it's best if all the tickets are processed together.

My mental health is really crashing today because I accidentally read a little bit about American politics this morning, so maybe I'm just being overly gloomy right now. It's difficult not to be, though.
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If I didn't write down all the boring things I do, all the little accomplishments that feel big, I wouldn't have had to hand all the dates I need for the complaint about my laptop.

(Which, yes, I wanted done almost two weeks ago but oh well, it's nearly done now.)
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The top entry in my reading page right now says it was posted on May 16.

Huh, I thought when I saw that. Maybe a backdated entry...but I thought those didn't usually turn up on Reading pages? Oh well.

Scrokked to the next entry.

It says it was posted May 23.

Wait a minute... It's not even May 23rd yet now?! Is it?

I had to check the date.

I mean, it could be a future-dated entry, for some reason, but people usually don't do those by only a few days (yes, it was May 23, 2018, I checked), and it seemed like a perfectly normal entry, not like a sticky post or anything.

Genuinely an unsettling experience! Either in its own I might not have thought much about, but two together at the top of my page like that, makes me wonder why I'm in this Sunday between those two Wednesdays.
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Here's a cool thing I didn't know: if you commented on DW with OpenID (a LiveJournal account or somesuch) and now you have a Dreamwidth account, you can connect the comments that you made with OpenID so that they will look like you left them with your Dreamwidth account.

On another note, last night I read this from [personal profile] solarbird and laughed because it was so familiar.
It is freakish to be on an LJ-style site and see stuff just… happening everywhere. Do you know how long it’s been since I said “jfc my friendslist is busy”? DO YOU? Okay, about two hours, but I mean before that.

I went and played a short round of Overwatch at 11:30pm. When I came back there were like five new posts. And a bunch of comments. And two friends requests. From strangers. Which were not bots.

I wrote a Fascist Watch newsletter starting around midnight. More new posts. Another friends request. Comments.

It’s not 2004 anymore, but it sure as hell isn’t 2015 either.
Yeah, I thought I'd outgrown that tendency I had in the mid-2000s to bounce up to strangers on LJ and go "hi! Wanna be friends?" I thought I wasn't in college any more, I wasn't new to a new country, people Just Don't Do This Sort of Thing any more...

Nah. Turns out I'm exactly the same as I was ten or fifteen years ago if I'm given opportunity to be.

I've been friending a lot of people from [community profile] 2017revival, it seems impossible not to. There are a lot of queer people, a lot of women, a lot of poly people, disabled people, people in their 30s and 40s... people like me and my Real Life friends. I always associated DW with fandom which I've never been any good at and while that's still well-represented, it's hardly mandatory or making me feel excluded (and it's super-easy for me to feel excluded, something else I thought I'd outgrown and am recently learning to my dismay I have not).

A friend, when sad and grumpy about the demise of LJ, said they'd never have the same affection for Dreamwidth. I'm lucky enough, having moved over here first in 2009 after I-don't-even-remember-which affront to LJkind, that my affection for this place is long established. A lot of people from demographics that suffer on most of the Internet are thriving here; I love that.
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Friends who are leaving LJ for DW (or just might like more friends) may find [community profile] 2017revival useful. There was one like it on LJ where I was making tons of new friends before The Event.

Also, lovely [personal profile] nanila has started there a post linking LJ identities to DW identities, especially useful if like me you don't have the same name on both.*


* I don't think I've ever used the same username for any two online services...it's not intentional, it's just that whatever seems like the best idea at the time seems to change every time!

Well!

Apr. 4th, 2017 06:49 pm
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An ominous foreign-language repressive-regine change to the terms and conditions might finally be the end that Dreamwidth was prepared for back when LJ was first sold to a Russian company.

I'm very grateful DW is here, and to the people who've spent years both keeping the code running and providing good content. Most of all, I'm grateful for the guiding principles that make this as valuable a community as it is.

I'll have more to say about Dreamwidth, I hope, when I am less tired. In the meantime, any of my LJ friends who don't know and want to follow me, I'm there as [personal profile] hollymath.
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I changed the title of my blog yesterday. That's what people see at the top of my Dreamwidth page, or if they go to comment on one of my entries or something.

I just noticed that [personal profile] miss_s_b must have changed hers recently, too.

To the same thing.

Yes, it's a line from a current and popular movie that we both really liked. But still! I never expected such a thing would happen. Made me smile.

(I think everyone I know who might care has seen it by now, but just in case please note that comments now contain a spoiler for the identity of a cameo at the end of Ghostbusters.)
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This is something I wrote a while ago and never posted, for reasons I no longer remember. It's not a resolution, but it seems as good a manifesto to start off this new year as any.

I started on LJ with a very annoying style, that of the cute precocious kid who was too old for that twee stuff now but hadn't yet learned what to replace the too-clever, artfully structured, neatly-tied-up-with-a-moral-at-the-end kind of writing that'd made my high school English teachers love me.

I like to think I've improved a bit since then, but I do still tend to write only when I've got something that will amuse or interest what I imagine my readership to be. So vehemently did I resist the everyday updateishness kind of journaling that my LJ wasn't a very good way to find out what was going on in my life: I'd happily write all about having Chipotle for breakfast but never mentioned that I had a girlfriend, or failed a class, or moved, or the kind of basic stuff that people usually tell each other when they catch up after some time apart.

It's a bit hypocritical of me, because I love to read that kind of thing from other people: I love reading about your dreams and how you got caught in the rain on your way to the bus stop and what you're making for dinner and what you drank last night and how work went and everything. Absolutely love it. But I've never been very good at telling that stuff for its own sake myself.

So it was kind of interesting for me to read this article on how writing about the ordinary experiences of your life can be even more cheering to you when you go back and read them as the extraordinary ones.

It turns out, people are bad at predicting how much they'll enjoy reading back what they've wrriten about their lives.

Which, actually, doesn't surprise me because I had to read Our Town in high school and it fucked up my brain, it appears, permanently. It's a play about ordinary boring small-town early-20th-C. Americans who do ordinary things like be born and deliver the milk and get married and all that.

The part that's always stuck with me is Emily, at the end. She's a young wife who's died in childbirth, and we see her among the dead, people she recognizes from her little town where nothing ever changes much. Those who've been dead any length of time don't feel any great connection to the living world or the things that mattered to them while they were in it, but Emily is new and still attached to what she loves. She wants to re-live her life. The old dead folks tell her that it's possible but advise her against it. She insists, though, and sees her twelfth birthday: her mother is up early nagging the children to get ready for school, her father comes home with a present for her. Small talk is made about the cold.

Emily starts out very excited -- "Oh,that's the town I knew as a little girl. And, look, there's the old white fence that used to be around our house. Oh, I'd forgotten that! Oh, I love it so!" "Oh! how young Mama looks! I didn't know Mama was ever that young" -- but as she watches the conversation unfold, she starts to get agitated: "I can't bear it. They're so young and beautiful. Why did they ever have to get old? Mama, I'm here. I'm grown up. I love you all, everything. I can't look at everything hard enough."

Finally she says, "I can't. I can't go on....I didn't realize. So all that was going on and we never noticed."

Well, ever since then, I've fucking noticed. Reading that play made me cry, not in class but after, and I think quite a few of my tears since have been shed thanks to this, in some way. Because I too grew up in a small town where nothing ever seems to change much, and while of course I didn't die I did move away, and that has had a similar effect to me: I'm still here, I can see it all in my memory, but they can't see me and they don't know how much I treasure these images, these people, their ordinary lives.

So I'm trying to practice writing about the everyday stuff that I have so long been so bad at. Let's see if it gets me anywhere.
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January: I've got a splitting headache -- still sinuses, but the amount of red wine I imbibed can't be helping -- but I wanted to say something about what a nice evening I had.

February: This is an article about how badly prejudiced our society is against autistic people.

March: Of course I'm fond of the one I grew up‎ with, but that's no reason to leave it that way forever!

April: Lady and small child carefully examining this train which has just pulled into the station.

May: My dad didn't just get a gold watch when he retired. He got a gold hard hat.

June: Exemplary text from Andrew yesterday:
Waiting for man chest hair train semicolon expected time gets one minute later every minute
July: A song came on the radio while we were eating breakfast and all of a sudden my dad said, "Who's this singing, is it Katy Perry?"

August: Today I met new people off of LiveJournal!

September: There's an xkcd survey. It's just full of random questions, like a poll from the good old days on LJ.

October: This is a good point, but its use of "blind" to mean "doesn't know/doesn't care" about something did made me laugh.

November: Ten.

Years.

December: My habit of throwing things like clothes up the stairs, even though I know they won't go all the way I know they'll be in my way the next time I do go up the stairs and I can put them wherever they need to be (or throw them again, this time from the landing over the staircase to our bedroom), combined with my habit of wandering around the house without my glasses on, meant I just thought I'd encountered a monster on the stairs.
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Today I met new people off of LiveJournal! One of them recognized me as A Person From LiveJournal and everything!

It's such a delightfully old-school thing to do.

So hello to [livejournal.com profile] biascut and [livejournal.com profile] glitzfrau! And their amazing baby, who recognized my rainbow-colored plastic bracelet for the baby toy/teething aid it clearly was destined to be.

Feature

Jan. 19th, 2015 10:33 am
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I think it's really cool that, on a Dreamwidth entry, the tags now have little arrows each side of them; clicking the left-pointing arrow takes you to the previous entry that tag was used in, and the right-pointing one takes you to the next one.

This has already led me to a random but fun perusal of some of my previous writing.

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