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Out Of The Closet.

This is what I was talking about the other day when I was trying to write about Internet anonymity.

This has nothing to do with the recent spate of DDOSs, by the way. The thing that actually got me to this point -- which has been coming for a while, I think -- was when my choir director told me on Tuesday that my entry about our bus trip to Perth was very well written and very funny, "especially the F word".

My LJ isn't going anywhere. I'm working on figuring out how to set Wordpress up this time so that that automatically crossposts to here, which was what was always meant to happen with the blog anyway and never did. And you guys are still getting the, "OMG DOCTOR!" and the "OH NIKKI HOW SO STUPID!" and the incoherent posts at two o'clock in the morning all to yourselves.

If you hang around for a few minutes, you'll see me out myself on Facebook and Twitter too.


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Apr. 9th, 2011 10:11 am (UTC)
Very happy I found your site. Will note it and return for more info.

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It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up, something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn't need you to hold it down.
It doesn't need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house and now live over a quarry of noise and dust cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own.,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records.

Since there is no place large enough to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you into everything you touch. You are not responsible.

You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it, and in that way, be known.

- Naomi Shihab Nye

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