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An excerpt from the journal of Metrocentric:
Across from the pub, an office building, presenting to us its side elevation. A column of windows, about half a dozen in height.

In many workplaces people making or taking calls on their mobile phones will leave their desks and make their way to a more anonymous part of the building: a corridor, a stairway, a lift lobby. There they stand and shuffle as they speak - if there is a window they will typically look out of it for all or part of the call.

It was that part of the afternoon in which anyone going back to the office would have done so, and the post-work clientele had yet to appear. I was drinking Bombardier, because he got the first round in and he can't ask for lager, he says.

Every now and then a face and torso would appear at one of the windows opposite. At one point there were four. Four in a row. "Connect Four!", I remarked. All this was happening behind him.

Once, when all four fully presented themselves at the window, and none were crouched into themselves in their phone calls, and two were gesticulating, the sun came out; the light fell on all four. The squares of window stood out against the dark concrete. It was like looking at a grand opera stage set: they could have flung the glass aside and burst into song.
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Half the time I try to post something, I recieve this message:

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  • Anyone know what's going on?
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    Click here if you have a paid account to have your paid time extended by three days.
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    I've been out of town and away from the computer for over a week. My time was spent in the company of good people in an interesting place having lovely conversations and tasty, tasty food. In the meantime, other things happened.

    Tell me what I've missed.
    foxtongue: (moi?)
    I don't know Stu Nathan and it's very likely that neither do you, (unless you are either Budgie Barnett who has just come out with a new book of quickfic that's quite lovely, yes you should buy it, where you ask, why right here or Alasdair Watson of They Fight Crime.) I don't know what he looks like, where he lives, or why he keeps a journal. If we were to meet by chance in the street, I would not recognize him. The only reason I know his name is Stu, even, is because it says so right there on his userinfo. He is a complete and utter stranger.

    Why should you care? Because you should friend him. In among his regular blogging activities, he writes incredible character pieces about his fellow passengers on London transit, who he calls Tube People. Sometimes amusing, occasionally sobering, they are perpetually excellent and well worth your time.

    A satisfying excerpt from a recent post:

    "They clearly don't know each other, but they have two things in common — age and class. Bundled up against the cold in overcoats and scarves, the gentleman wears an old-fashioned check cap and the lady has a cosy headscarf. He holds her arm as they board the train in the windy West London no-mans-land on the way to Heathrow, but she's supporting him as much as she supports her.

    'Oh, thank you,' she says, in the effortlessly penetrating cut-glass tones of the truly posh. 'Thank you so much, I was afraid I wasn't going to get up into the carriage.'

    'That's quite alright,' he replies, in a voice you can imagine encouraging the troops at Arnhem. 'No bother at all.' But he's red in the face and puffing, and half-falls gratefully into his seat.

    They aren't shouting, and they couldn't be described as loud. But their voices carry around the sparsely-populated carriage as they make the sort of small-talk you might hear at a tea-dance. Faultless manners and old-school decorum, and you can see that everyone else in the carriage is paying rapt attention. Newspapers stop rustling. Pages of novels are unturned. The volume on MP3 players is surreptitiuously lowered.

    'You said you had children? A boy and a girl, wasn't it?' the lady asks, her head on one side, her face attentive.

    'Oh, yes,' says the gentlemen. 'They're both fine and happy, grown up now of course. Jane's doing something in social work, living near Brighton; it's an area called Kemptown, if I'm remembering correctly.'

    'And does she have a young man?'

    'Weeeell...' he drawls, his eyes unfocusing slightly and a wrinkle deepening between his eyes. 'Actually, there seem to be two young men around; they have some sort of... arrangement I don't really understand. They don't seem to both live there all the time, but they're both... around. But everyone seems to be happy with it, and she has one son by each of them. And it's a terribly bohemian area.'

    'Like a village?' she says.

    'Oh, very like. It's not my place to question, I think?'

    'And what about your son? What does he do?'

    'Yes, he runs his own business. He was doing something in the City, but he decided to pack it in and do something he always wanted to do.'

    'And what was that?'

    'He opened a sandwich bar with his wife.'

    'A sandwich bar? It's not one of those places where you can't sit down, is it? I can't abide those.'

    'No, no, there are seats, of course there are. And you can get other things as well, hot soups and so on, and I believe there are salads as well.' This is said in the tones of a man who has heard of the concept of salad but will have no truck with the reality.

    'And it's doing well?'

    'Yes, very well, I understand.'

    'Oh, good! That's marvellous. I do sometimes get peckish, you know, and a well-made sandwich is very welcome. What's the place called? Is it somewhere I could keep and eye out for?'

    'Yes, it's called EAT, so he tells me.'

    The man opposite has raised his newspaper to hide his face, and the pages start to rustle as his hands vibrate.
    foxtongue: (canadian)
    Valleywag: LiveJournal, the San Francisco-based arm of Sup, a Russian Internet startup, has cut 12 of 28 U.S. employees.
    CNET: LiveJournal clarified that it was "about a dozen" cuts, amounting to about a fifth of the company.


    The beginning of the end. Again.

    Given the current situation, I'm going to start running my LJ Archive back-up daily, instead of monthly, and cross my fingers that someone out there finds a way to make LJbook run again. I don't believe the entire site will evaporate overnight or anything, but I've been writing on Livejournal since 2003. To lose it would be a death in the family, as the site contains not only a clear and concise map of my life and a full history of my writing, it also holds all of you, my friends and family who daily sustain me. How many of us even have each others real names, let alone e-mail, address or phone number? This is the medium of the majority, if Livejournal vanished, so would our ability to keep in touch.

    In the interests in making sure we don't lose what we've built if it all falls down goes boom, I've whipped together a quick little poll. Don't feel you have to fill it all out, but if you don't give me, say, your phone number, who else will call you up on your birthday to sing you e.e.cummings?

    If you don't feel comfortable posting your personal information to a livejournal poll, e-mail whatever contact info you like to my hotmail address: bloodkrystal@. Also, here I am on: facebook - myspace - flickr - you.tube - del.icio.us - twitter.

    [Poll #1326405]
    foxtongue: (snow)
    January - Seattle was the escape I needed. Not only does it have a refreshing amount of honest-to-mercy architectural and social diversity, it seems everyone I know there is brilliant, fun, and good-looking.*

    February - He's young in that way that teenage girls find attractive, fizzing with ginger enthusiasm, wiry, laughing, his arms beaten with a couple of tattoos.

    March - Ray and I are going sailing on a Viking War-ship tomorrow! Anyone want to come?

    April - Once upon a time when time was shivering apart and memories seemed more real than reality, the girl who fell from the sky and the west coast hacker king came to an agreement.

    May - A clean uniform of friendship, tattered in places, worn in the elbows and the shoulders, but strong all the same. I think of stone, how it erodes too slow to see, though it shapes itself to the wind almost perfectly.

    June - Walking across the street in the rain, there's someone in front of me with a spiderman brand popsicle, the blue eyes two wan gum-balls that look like they were manufactured years before I was born.

    July - I've been mistaken for a porn star.

    August - Something's wrong with my internet at home. It's corpse blood sluggish, and flickering faster than an animated disco.

    September - The weekend was spent moving David from his cave apartment of the mysterious smells to a pleasantly crooked #9932CC-darkorchid room in an old heritage style house on Arbutus street, right across the street from the Ridge Theater.

    October - Something I can't seem to get over is how much mind-bogglingly delicious food there is in Montreal, for incredibly cheap.

    November - We've decided to paint the guest room library the colours of a Hypselodoris nudibranch bullock, but darker and a bit richer, leaving us with aubergine, pumpkin, sunflower mustard, and crimson red.

    December - Today we're hitting up, (or on, your pick), Lou O'Bedlam, Frederick's of Hollywood, Kevin again, (who will hopefully have recovered from his sudden death-flu), and somewhere delicious to eat, hopefully in Venice, with dear Crunchy of Mutaytor if we can line up with her lunchbreak.
    foxtongue: (oh?)
    David now has a livejournal, [livejournal.com profile] bunnihead. He's only written one post so far, but I'm sure more will follow, and he shows promise. Everyone please welcome him to LJ-land!
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    loljournal
    Originally uploaded by Foxtongue.
    A Guest post from Jhayne:

    I apologize for leaving everyone with a bit of a cliff-hanger earlier this week. My journal has been innaccessible for the last few days and is likely to remain so until Livejournal screws its proverbial head on straight over the latest SixApart fiasco. (For those not in the know, this is what's been going on.). I am hoping that using a third party to post will break past the endless 404 display that has cropped up every time I attempt an update.

    So! news!

    Someone's willing to buy the theatre and lease it to us.

    However, and this is a nasty however, we have to give him a proposal stating WHY we would be the best tenants in the known local universe. This is an investment, he requires a return. This proposal has to be delivered as soon as possible, because he leaves on a business trip in about a week. Of course, that's "about a week" as of Tuesday. Now it's Thursday night and I have just spent the last couple of days glued to my computer, ignoring so-called normal-human hours, typing my fingers to the bone and aggravating my carpel tunnel beyond rational belief, all so we would have a completely new HotW proposal done as quickly as possible.

    You people had better thank me, even if this falls through. Thank me and Lee, the groshing accountant Warren's provided us out of the utter blue on no warning whatsoever who's willing to work through the night for free, and thank Merlyn, who came and made me dinner and cleaned my kitchen, all so I didn't have to pause what I was doing, and Alastair, who's been hacking at my horrible rough-rough drafts, and Carlos, who's been doing the same, but from Washington, and Silva, who's been helping me write all today, and Michael Green, for continuing to know more about theatre than I have ever wanted to know.

    And with that, I have to somehow extricate myself form my computer and find something to eat, because I'm fairly certain it's in the manual somewhere that one should not go over twelve hours without a meal. This may even require I leave my apartment, but no worries. I'm brave when I'm starving. Signing out.
    foxtongue: (my confession)


    The Chinese government began blocking access to the popular blogging site LiveJournal on Friday, cutting off its citizens from the roughly 1.8 million blogs the service hosts.

    SixApart, the company behind LiveJournal, says there are 8,692 self-reported Chinese bloggers on the site, a number that's likely low since it's based on information volunteered in user profiles.

    LiveJournal announced the block Monday. Ginger Tulley, director of worldwide strategy and analysis for Six Apart, says the company isn't certain when the censorship began. But the site GreatFirewallofChina.org, which tests connectivity to popular websites from within China, first spotted the block Friday.


    Link.
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    So once again, (as it tends to), my livejournal is running out of Paid Account. If you want to help out, as I certainly can't currently afford upkeep, then donate here to keep this journal alive.

    The Complete Works of Charles Darwin are now available online for free.

    Sometimes I feel like I'm crafting obituaries when I describe people here. "He was a kind man, Mr. Haversham, tall and slightly too commonplace. We loved his newspaper clipping accent, me and Dave, and now he's gone." That said, I think I'm going to give a shot to talking about Mark, (leaving out as much description as possible), as locals have been developing a curiosity.

    We met in 1999, my mother was somehow part of an African music festival event that he was doing the sound for. We went home together after to an Art House on Fraser St. that he was watching for the out-of-town owners and, after we got rid of Lidd, we stayed up all night talking. (I would be shocked if Reine's mother was not friends with the artists who lived there, just to give you some idea of what the house was like). I'm not sure why we went back together after, except that maybe things just happen sometimes and occasionally personalities simply click. He says now that I was very shy then and it's sort of true. I didn't talk as much as he did, not knowing how to speak with people yet.

    Threadless is having another $10 t-shirt sale. Go through my link to get bonus levels of awesome and help get something neat.

    Fast-forward to a few weeks ago, after I've moved to Toronto and back, L.A. and back, Montreal and back. After I've singularly failed to escape from this place, actually, but have thoroughly lost touch with Mark anyway. I'm at a Timothy Wisdom party, having been invited by an acquaintance on the street, an anonymous e-mail, and Angus Ms. Spelt. Set between a funeral home and an industrial warehouse, I didn't know the hosts, but I knew the house. People spill out of it when there's parties, and everything on the main floor, excepting the kitchen, becomes dance floor.

    On this dance floor, this most fabulous and exceedingly crowded place, I encounter a woman who stops me to say, "I have the other half of your sewing machine." It's an odd statement, but she's right, she does have my old sewing machine. I'm surprised. We used to trade one back and forth to summers ago. To her left is Mark. We haven't seen each other since before I moved to Toronto, but we recognize each other instantly. (Amazing if you factor in that he's not tall anymore because puberty wasn't finished with me last we saw one another and now I'm an entire four inches taller.) That quirk of timing goes "click" again, and now we're best of friends once more, spending time too late at night and sleeping over more often than is strictly necessary for a basic social life.

    I think we have a date in December, but I'm not sure how things like that work. I'm going to have to ask.
    foxtongue: (sci-fi kitchen)
    NASA announced Tuesday that its new crew exploration vehicle will be named Orion.

    Duncan sent me this to complement my recent post on how to ding Focus On the Family: Baby Got Bible.

    It seems that in response to us, not only have they begun implementing cookies, but they have taken down the Narnia DVD! Just how much notice did that post get?? You people are freaking me out.

    One Giant Blunder for Mankind: How NASA Lost Moon Pictures.

    Getting a lot done today, but only during the afternoon, as if the lost art of film editing was being applied to pack all the action into only two hours. I have cheques to pick up, work to arrange, and a focus group to attend. Simple things, wishes carrying my feet forward. Fortuitously, last night was the first night in a month that I slept home and alone. I was woken by a phone-call, Michael from Drumheller. He wants to know if I can build him an Electronic Press Kit for his Frank Zappa band. He might be visiting soon. Haloes dripping down like the unexpected rain drowning the sky outside.

    Spacewander.com: Twelve minutes of space footage.
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    feed me stories


    If you people are finished gang-banging Warren in my comments, I would like to ask a favor of you.


    I'm asking for a call-out.



    Who you are, where you came from, why you're here and how you found me.


    Go.



    foxtongue: (ferret)

    Evening Standard: AAARRRGGGHHH!
    Originally uploaded by DarrenS.
    Sadly mirroring personal mythology, the enchanting piano man turned out to be fake. Blond, handsome, slightly strange, it blisters the mind to think of what beauty the original story creates. Avoiding the world, he lived there as a broken prince successfully and brilliantly, filling the void that so many of us have in our most secret of romantic hearts.

    Today Ray and I went out fetching undead attire. A liquidation house near Aaron's house just got in wedding and prom dresses. It was just what we needed to go with our dismembered arms and shrunken heads. We're going as a possible wedding party.

    Scott, [livejournal.com profile] lafinjack, is here, having flown in from Texas for Saturday's ZOMBIEWALK 2005.

    For those who asked - Yes, meeting up at my house is an available option. We're going to likely start with make-up around noon and there are tentative plans to gather later at April's apartment downtown, as it's closer.
    foxtongue: (holiday)
    Copied from all kinds of people.

    1. Copy and paste your friendslist behind a cut.
    2. If you've friended multiple journals by the same person, delete all but the "main" one.
    3. Bold the name of everyone you know or have met in "real life."
    4. Italicize the name of everyone you've spoken to on the phone.*
    5. Underline the name of everyone you've chatted with online. (I'm assuming LJ doesn't count, but anything else online does)
    6. [Bracket] people you've known, online or off, for more than five years.
    7. Turn family members red
    8. Pass it on.

    FLIST )
    foxtongue: (ferret)
    Is there an uncomplicated program that can be used to back up a Livejournal? It's been pointed out to me by Matt that I should really have a copy of it somewhere. I remember looking into this about a year ago, but losing the thought in the shuffle that was last summer. I'm almost certain there was a utility available.

    edit: http://www.ljbook.com/ is where it's at. Dear god, my journal's now on my desktop as a very pretty little, (well, not little, no), PDF file. It took maybe four minutes.

    (A toul that describes how many people you've in common with the users on your flist would also be nice.)

    As well, does anyone know enough about the S2 formatting to teach me how to make a decent layout? Now that TAGS are an option, I would very much like to use them. However, I don't like the profferred S2 layouts and I'm simply not savvy enough to make any worthwhile changes.

    That and, er, hello to the almost one hundred people who've friended me who I don't really know. I knew I shouldn't have looked at my user info. Now I'm nervous. Who are you people? Why are you here?

    Actually, better thing. I've been sitting on a little meme for a few weeks. This may be the time to whip it out:

    1. How did you first find my journal?
    2. Why did you originally decide to friend me?
    3. What's your favorite part of my journal?
    4. What's your least favorite part of my journal?
    5. Ask me a question. Be as random as you want.
    6. Recommend a band to me. I'm curious what you think I should be listening to.
    7. Recommend an LJ user to me and maybe I'll friend them.


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