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Print Story To those that give
By Gedvondur (Thu Dec 22, 2011 at 11:51:11 AM EST) christmas, food pantry, charity, love (all tags)
Remember them always.

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Print Story In Memoriam
By aphrael (Thu Nov 10, 2011 at 09:25:05 PM EST) (all tags)
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

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Print Story Eight days
By aphrael (Tue Aug 23, 2011 at 03:36:57 AM EST) (all tags)
I was nine when I moved to California, a small child fleeing (with his mother) from the tumult of a failing marriage with a querulous, unpleasant stepfather. California was the promise land, the golden escape from  terrors which, to this day, I cannot remember; a sanctuary from a nightmare I’ve all but blacked out int he joy of forgetfulness. (I say all but blacked out, but the scars lingered long; well into my thirties, my conflict-avoidance was pathological, I had a tendency to assume that anything which went wrong in the lives of anyone close to me was my fault, and I suffered from a constant fear that I would drive everyone away and live, alone and bitter, until the end of my days - all signs of emotional abuse the details of which I’ve squirreled away beyond all recall).

I have lived at least four different lives in California - the life of the miserable social outcast, the life of the arrogant nerd desperate to escape from home, the life of the socially awkward stoner computer programmer, the life of the moderately successful married computer programmer-cum-law-student. (In a different telling, these lives could stretch out to six, or maybe even seven, but I can’t shrink them to fewer than four).

My life in California is ending at the end of this month. I’ll be back to visit, but visiting is never the same, and distance changes even the strongest love (even if the connection remains strong, it is different, twisted somehow, and bears the marks of distance and the fact that your paths have diverged and that you are now at the same time both strangers and friends, bonded by an ancient glue which is no longer being nourished and renewed). It’s possible I’ll be back to live - today, I’d say I want to; my tribe is here, my friends and family, most of the people I love. But five years is a long time, and who can say what I will want in five years - and, who can say whether my tribe will still exist in five years to come home to? It cannot be counted on, it cannot be expected; it cannot, in some sense, even be hoped for. If I were to come back, I would be starting yet another new life, with shared scenery and some shared friends, I would not be resuming the life I have today. That life is over.

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Print Story Thoughts on the riots
By TheophileEscargot (Sat Aug 13, 2011 at 03:29:23 AM EST) Riots, economics, politics, society (all tags)
Some thoughts on the background, responsibility, causes of and responses to the English riots of 2011.

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Print Story On the way between there and here.
By technician (Mon Aug 01, 2011 at 04:22:19 PM EST) (all tags)
"You think when you wake up in the mornin' that yesterday don't count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin' else."

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Print Story So where was I?
By technician (Wed Jul 06, 2011 at 01:27:21 PM EST) (all tags)
"Our waking life's desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty." - Cormac McCarthy

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Print Story Automatic Asshole Correction
Working life
By Gedvondur (Fri Jul 01, 2011 at 04:16:59 PM EST) work, best buy, assholes (all tags)
Just a quick anicqdote from my days working part time (2nd job) at Best Buy in the 90s.

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Print Story We owe it to each other to tell stories.
By toxicfur (Sun May 22, 2011 at 02:54:27 PM EST) (all tags)
If I there's anything that sums up my philosophy on writing, it's this:
Remember your name.
Do not lose hope - what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped
to help you in their turn.
Trust dreams
Trust your heart, and trust your story.

It's from Neil Gaiman's poem "Instructions," which is about what you should do should you find yourself in a fairy tale. It was turned into a children's book, illustrated by Charles Vess, and I bought copies for my two nephews. As of Friday, I have these lines tattooed on my upper left arm.

Update: Pictures of the tattoos are here.

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Print Story There was, once.
By technician (Mon May 09, 2011 at 11:53:05 AM EST) (all tags)
Over a couple of very dark beers, some very dark times.

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Print Story Another good moment
By toxicfur (Wed Apr 27, 2011 at 08:44:38 PM EST) (all tags)
This one was on Easter Sunday.

I have stories I want to tell -- more of that memoir, creative non-fiction stuff I write -- but for now, I just have the time and energy to write about moments I don't want to forget.

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