( Listen my children and you shall hear...Collapse )
Henry David Thoreau is a very personal favorite writer of mine. I've been going back over some of his work as of late and came across a rather fitting one I'd like to share with our chapter of the Dead Poets Society. Short and sweet.
My Friends, Why Should We Live
My friends, why should we live?
Life is an idle war, a toilsome peace;
Today I would not give
One small consent for its securest ease.
Shall we out-wear the year
In our pavilions on its dusty plain
And yet no signal hear
To strike our tents and take the road again?
Or else drag up the slope
The heavy ordinance of nature's train?
Useless but in the hope,
Some far remote and heavenward hill to gain.
I'm going to copy and paste from cullen_daily, a community I frequent.
It seems like there is a recent hacking attempt. [source](definitely click this link, lots of info)
Apparently there is a person/group going around and hacking the maintainers accounts of large LJ communities.
After hacking the maintainer's journal, they go to the community and make a post with malicious links, disable comments, and delete all content from the community & maintainer's journal.
Look out for those weird posts, guys!
If anything suspicious appears please...
1) DO NOT click on ANY suspicious links, as they are intended to spread a malware keylogger.
2) contact navy_brat_1972 or kinkami if you have questions.
3) REPORT it to LiveJournal.
To protect your LJ & communities if you have any, these are some preventative steps....
1) Change your password once a year & make it complex; include numbers, letters, and capitalization.
2) Add a "Secret Question" that is to be asked if you forget your password [click here!]
3) Clear out old & inactive e-mail accounts [here]
4) Run a virus/anti-malware scan on your computer [PC/Mac]
LAST, BUT NOT LEAST, REMEMBER THIS COMMUNITY IS NOT CLOSING!
Here's an older piece of mine (from last year, I believe) for you guys to read and maybe pick apart. I always appreciate constructive crit, and even more so with compliments!
I dreamed a poem
as I lay abed (just now –
I swear it!)
it was beautiful
the way dust from a butterfly’s wings
But when you woke me up
to tell me you love me
The poem fled
its colour faded like
a once-vibrant cut rose
the immediacy of its loveliness
stolen by the harsh
So, sit back. Enjoy the community and the poems that have been posted and feel free to post your own! :)
( Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why) by Nikki GiovanniCollapse )