They build it up just to burn it back down
Hello, Dreamwidth.
Technically I have been here since 2013, but then LJ was home. It is no longer. I have not yet deleted my livejournal of the last thirteen years, but I expect to post to Dreamwidth only from now on. (I'll have to reword my Patreon.) It's a little disorienting. I don't usually spend so time on this side. Everything looks familiar, but not quite right. I'll have to get this journal looking more like itself. At the moment I just seem to feel very sad. I have never lost an online community before—much less one with as much emotional history as LJ—and it really does feel like a death or an exile. So much of my coming back to life was on LJ, my relationships with the people who are now my husband and my lover. It was the first place I was known as Sovay. I expected to stick with it until they turned out the lights, but instead somebody stole the lightbulbs and asked me to sign a confession I couldn't read to get them back. It might have been collateral damage to strong-arming someone else, but it was damage and done. I might be grieving that a while.
But in the meantime I'm here. So who's here with me? Sound off.
Technically I have been here since 2013, but then LJ was home. It is no longer. I have not yet deleted my livejournal of the last thirteen years, but I expect to post to Dreamwidth only from now on. (I'll have to reword my Patreon.) It's a little disorienting. I don't usually spend so time on this side. Everything looks familiar, but not quite right. I'll have to get this journal looking more like itself. At the moment I just seem to feel very sad. I have never lost an online community before—much less one with as much emotional history as LJ—and it really does feel like a death or an exile. So much of my coming back to life was on LJ, my relationships with the people who are now my husband and my lover. It was the first place I was known as Sovay. I expected to stick with it until they turned out the lights, but instead somebody stole the lightbulbs and asked me to sign a confession I couldn't read to get them back. It might have been collateral damage to strong-arming someone else, but it was damage and done. I might be grieving that a while.
But in the meantime I'm here. So who's here with me? Sound off.
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*hugs*
Nine
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I'm glad you're here.
*hugs*
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Much sympathy, is what I'm saying. It's so hard. *hugs* I hope you come to find that here feels like a home too, but here is its own thing, and losing LJ is a LOSS, either way.
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instead somebody stole the lightbulbs and asked me to sign a confession I couldn't read to get them back
What a way to put it. Yeah.
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*hugs*
I know it is not all true, but I feel as though I am losing all the things that were part of the continuity of my life and this is just one more. I am left as a ghost around the edges of things. I should have ended years ago. I know that's not rational, but the loss of something as daily and intimate as LJ is not helping.
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I haven't accepted the LJ terms of use, but I was let in after a few attempts anyway.
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How did that work? Signing in, importing, crossposting, what? I can interact with my profile and leave comments (with my default icon) on friends' pages thanks to an ad-blocking script
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I am in the queue to bring my posts across, but it is quite a queue today.
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Pleased to meet you! Hello.
I am in the queue to bring my posts across, but it is quite a queue today.
I can imagine.
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Looks like it worked to me! Hello.
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Thanks. I'm glad you're not going anywhere. I still have to watch butch pre-Code Aline MacMahon.
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After you told me how to import other icons, I started doing it, and I felt miserable. It's not the same. My history, the reality of how those icons came about, is all over at LJ. ... I'll still be here, and I'm grateful to have a community here, but I'm definitely grieving.
I had to quit writing this comment so I could go upload my aquaman-is-sad icon. *sigh*
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What I really mourn is the the lack of stability an longevity in any social media platform. It seems like people keep jumping to the new trendy or shiny thing, rather than sticking around and digging in to build something of substance anywhere. Sigh.
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Welcome. I'm sorry you were forced to come.
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I can't tell if you mean that it makes it easier or worse for you. It seems to be making it worse for me, but I don't demand that everyone share my misery!
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I even met you here first! I am glad of it.
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I was actively posting a lot on LJ as a teenager in '03-'04ish (back when all my entries were public), and less active but kept up friendships there for the following decade. At this point it looks like most of my close friends have moved elsewhere, and I mostly use LJ/DW for reading interesting speculative fiction bloggers/other bookloggers; which I may be moving completely to DW for now. I haven't quite decided what to do with my accounts myself.
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Pleased to see you!
I haven't quite decided what to do with my accounts myself.
I got my account with LJ in the last days of 2004 and posted to it on a near-daily basis until Monday. Almost everyone in the friend group I originally joined to keep track of has since moved on to other platforms, but then there were new people and reasons to stay that were not sunk costs or simple inertia. Even if I still have a journal, it's very weird to think of not having a livejournal anymore.
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Yay.
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Thank you. I'm glad of your presence. Good icon.
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That is very well put. Hugs.
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Thank you.
*hugs*
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I hope at least there's some kind of archive: all those delicate cross-connections and references and tips of the hat. People were talking. I don't want it all to become a pile of link rot. I recognize this is a general problem with the internet, but an entire community starting to fold up is something that should be noted in more than passing.
(But of course, people want to delete their posts exactly to keep their information off the internet and out of archive where it might be used against them, so. We fall back on memory again.)
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I don't know how to make smiley faces appear in comments, so you should just take it as read there's one here.
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Me, I'm finding I'm declining to let them chase me off, because it IS mine, and I, also, re-found my now-partner there. And it's mostly targeting other, Russian, people. And honestly, I'm kind of inclined to just stand there and be inoffensively queer at them, on my incredibly unimportant LJ. If they decide to close/censor my LJ due to my merely mentioning queer subjects, well, I'll take that consequence. And if they want to prosecute me... good luck with *that*.
(I had already accepted the DW/LJ fragmenting, so I'm less startled by that part.)
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I've been explaining to people on Facebook that I'm not worried about prosecution or even necessarily about being censured for content: I don't want to sign the terms of service and go on using my journal because I don't want to say that kind of censorship is all right with me. It's not all right with me. Even if it never happens to me, it's not all right. I don't want to put my name to it. If I make the decision to sign in order to import my comments of the last few weeks, I'll probably shutter the journal soon afterward. And that makes me sad.
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It's amazing and wonderful that people can build such close communities under the auspices of indifferent to actively-hostile entities.
P.
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I liked knowing that LJ was there, going on all around the edges where I couldn't see. Even diminished, it was a living community. I suppose it will go on being one for other people, but not for me. It is a country I can no longer go to.
It's amazing and wonderful that people can build such close communities under the auspices of indifferent to actively-hostile entities.
It seems to be one of the things people are good at. I would like it to be less necessary, but I hope we never lose it.
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Same. And the original terms of service were quite reasonable. And applied from California.
If I can figure out how to do it, I will probably cross post, unless they make me (electronically) sign something.
I don't think it's possible: I discovered the new terms of service because I tried to crosspost and it bounced. I hope you can find a system that works for you.
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Glad to see you.
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I'm crossposting to LJ, but this, I feel is now my home...
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I'm glad!
I think once I've got my comments and my photos, I'll feel more at home.
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Jody maintains your LJ
One! Two!
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Love you.
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*baa*baa*baa*
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God ha' mercy!
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Since then I think I've been commenting on the DW side.
Awhile back, someone pointed out that LJ (at that time) had the online population equivalent to a good-sized city, over a hundred thousand people with a large Russiaville in it. It was a community. People formed relationships and friendships and I've seen people bailed out of tight spots by online trust-networks pitching in to help.
Now we are dispossessed, and the thing that is still making me sad is ... most of us can go, but we leave the dead behind. Suzette Haden Elgin had an LJ; it replaced her newsletters as the place she wrote about linguistics and $life and there was a lot of really good discussion there. Her LJ was actually one of the first places I found, that motivated me to start spending lots of time online, and my gateway to the rest of LJ.
When she died a few years ago, her followers clubbed together to make it a memorial account, preserved online forever in exchange for a one-time fee and the promise that no updates or changes would be made.
I don't think there's a way to port that over, or any other accounts that had been preserved specifically because they were valued by many.
If we can still go read without being logged in, it may not be lost. But I too have that feeling of leaving a soon-to-be drowned town, knowing that you'll never be able to go back again.
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Pleased to hear from you again! You actually commented on the Dreamwidth side to begin with—I don't think I ever knew your LJ handle.
most of us can go, but we leave the dead behind.
That makes me think of the line from Kipling's "Troopin'" that has always stuck with me.
When she died a few years ago, her followers clubbed together to make it a memorial account, preserved online forever in exchange for a one-time fee and the promise that no updates or changes would be made.
I'd known she had a journal; I hadn't known it was made into a memorial. (I have been watching people fret over the loss of community journals, especially ones that perished but nonetheless remained as archives or records of fandoms. Oh, God, I hope somebody backed up Milliway's. I have friends who are married because they met there.) Are the mods with whom this deal was made still involved with Livejournal, i.e., is it possible to re-contact them about gaining enough access to back up the account? I am sorry.
If we can still go read without being logged in, it may not be lost. But I too have that feeling of leaving a soon-to-be drowned town, knowing that you'll never be able to go back again.
Yes. "Take what you can" is a necessary philosophy, but there's way too much of the rest to leave.