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minervasoloI ought to be writing. I need two fics finished by next week. But really, not getting the enthusiasm up. And if I'm not writing, well, i ought to be doing some of this homework that's going to prevent me from writing later on this weekend.
I have the house to myself. This means I gravitate towards the internet. Damn.
I'm looking at my friends filters and wondering if I ought to add another category. Ever since college people got LJs I find myself not saying what I want to say. Writing things here, especially public, is kind of satisfying. Anyone can read them. I like that. Most things I would never say to anyone, but here they are free for anyone to peruse. So not writing things because I wouldn't say them out loud is defeating the point of the object. On the other hand, that doesn't stop other people, so perhaps I should stop worrying.
I'm trying, and failing. My inner censor hates me. I'll put it this way: there are some (okay, one) attached people I'm finding attractive right now, and some people who I find deeply abrasive. Irritating no longer cuts it.
Anyway, thinking of censorship, I figure I'll write more of that Sunday Morning thing. Sort of exploring the politic side. If i ever write this as a book, it's going to be a bit different. I was going to focus quite a lot on Iraq, but I'll pull that out for now. It's Korea for now.
This probably isn't worth reading, actually. It's prior to teh first post, which I really ought to be finishing instead of pontifficating about unlikely revolutions. It's just background, and very dry. More practise with the narrator's (Mock) voice.
Sunday doesn't know much about how it all happened. Actually, most people don't. They know what did happen, but not how. Suddenly it was illegal to drive cars. Privately owned businesses over a certian size were disappearing. Television channels were replaced and reorgnaised.
Every thought it was just going to be Britain. I did. I was glad to be out of it, in New England. I tried to get hold of anyone I knew, but the only media coming out of the country was the internet. And that was buzzing.
And then, suddenly, Korea converted. They still didn't have a government, so perhaps that made it easier. In Britain it was bloodless, but in Korea it was anything but. Byron had a lot of contacts in the human smuggling trade. When the alsyum seekers went home they took with them a poem and a vision. Byron's good at visions. And people who are tired of war and strife and larger countries playing police have their eyes more open to change.
You can tell I'm a misplaced Brit, can't you? It's not that I don't like America, and the majority of Americans. Much nicer than the English. When they say have a nice day it's not just because they're boss has had complaints about rudeness. You always feel wanted. It's just, well, I'm a tad socialist. Seeing the immense gap between rich and poor will do that to you. That's why I'm back home, trying to get in with Sunday. My adoptive government told me to. And besides, I'm worried about her. She always had her eyes open so wide I thought they'd fall out. But that's what Byron's promoting now. Look at teh pain. Look at the suffering. Look at everything you don't want to see.
I haven't been on a train like this since I was a kid. It's on time, for one, and it's clean. There's even a buffet car. I'm sitting here writing a report, because it's a bit hard to get in and out of this country unless you're a citizen (which I am) and everyone wants to know how it all happened.
When Koera fell some American soldiers died. America threatened to arm nuclear bombs. And then France threatened to do the same. That was... new. People stopped to think. A lot of the wealthier European countries have nuclear weapons. They're all within flying distance of the US.
France didn't bother with the Revolution. I guess simply knowing the first one was one of the main inspirations of the revoutionaries was enough to make them cautious. But they declared themselves allies with the Revolutionary states. Some other countries came out and said the same. Especially those with a civil war in living memory. It was the ex-communist countries who were most against it. They'd seen how bad socialism could get. Being poor was no fun.
And then there were more refugee issues. This was Dante, knowing how to work people. The other countries started off happily accepting refugees, showing themselves to be on America's side. Right up until those refugees started revolutions of their own. Germany and Austia fell within a matter of weeks, the Czech Republic folling soon after. Poland tried to close its borders, but they're big borders.
It wasn't just Poland. Europe's got a lot more countries in it than some people realise. Latvia was rocketed into the spotlight when it invaded it ordered the military to shoot anyone aproaching the borders. The problem, once you get into mainland Europe, is you can't guard every inch of land. People wioll get in no matter what you do. The Revolutionaries had a team of highly experienced human smugglers. The Revolutionaries got in.
In almost every country there was already a party. The party never had a name. The goal was the same, to open people's eyes to poverty and pain, but the methods were different. Some favoured assassination, but as that got harder the revolution got bloodier, and began to lose impetus.
It stopped around July. A few countries have converted, but there's just this sense of brooding calm now. Byron called for a halt of all revolutionary activities. I'll have to ask Sunday why. The US media were going on and on about how Russia would fall next and then it would all be over. I don't know what they were quite so worried about. It's much easier to keep people out when you're surrounded by water. But ideas. Well, I guess they're right. Byron hasn't stopped the Revolution, you know, he's just stopped the bloodhshed. For now.
When Korea fell, when things were getting really tense, some interesting videos started turning up. It started on the internet, but then analogue copies were made, each ending with a heartfelt plee to pass this on and stop the murder. The transcripts weren't hard to get hold of either, being broadcast on long wave radio. In short, it was a media barrage, as much as one can do so from another contintent. The contents, you see, were films of the Korean people, begging for this to happen. That was easy to dismiss. it got harder when you saw those who firmly stated they hated it. A few were filmed convincing soldiers of their point of view. Soldiers tend to convert quite easily, as a rule, especially those who've seen ground fighting. Watching people die gives you an interesting persepctive on life.
Blake's the one who deals with the media. Idon't know much about him. I'm going to ask Sunday, but I've already heard rumours they don't get on. To be honest, any one who can use spin nad propaganda like that makes me suspicious. That and no one had even heard of him until after Britain stablised again.
We're at a station. People looked obred a ever, waiting for the train, but there are fewer of tehm than i remember. I guess a lot of office jobs are still on hiatus. Recreating a country is far harder than tearing it apart. They could have just taken over, but the nature of their revolution demands change. No other country has taken it so far. Byron doesn't just want to show poverty to people, he wants their help in eliminating it.
Sunday doesn't meet me, but Candi does, looking out of place in amoungst the few suits. The hair on her head is blue now, but she confides to me that she's still bright pink elsewhere. Candi worked in a brothel, still does, she insists, and she claims to enjoy it. Her mother worked on the streets, so I guess it's one better. I don't really want to know, but she's the kind of girl who tells you, measuring with her palms, and occasionally her fingers, and gesturing wildly while making the sounds.
Once I thought I could fall in love with Candi, but then I met Sunday. Everything I like about Candi is ten times better in Sunday.
I have butterflies.
I need to go back to the plotting journal and add some more misc information, leading off that.
I have the house to myself. This means I gravitate towards the internet. Damn.
I'm looking at my friends filters and wondering if I ought to add another category. Ever since college people got LJs I find myself not saying what I want to say. Writing things here, especially public, is kind of satisfying. Anyone can read them. I like that. Most things I would never say to anyone, but here they are free for anyone to peruse. So not writing things because I wouldn't say them out loud is defeating the point of the object. On the other hand, that doesn't stop other people, so perhaps I should stop worrying.
I'm trying, and failing. My inner censor hates me. I'll put it this way: there are some (okay, one) attached people I'm finding attractive right now, and some people who I find deeply abrasive. Irritating no longer cuts it.
Anyway, thinking of censorship, I figure I'll write more of that Sunday Morning thing. Sort of exploring the politic side. If i ever write this as a book, it's going to be a bit different. I was going to focus quite a lot on Iraq, but I'll pull that out for now. It's Korea for now.
This probably isn't worth reading, actually. It's prior to teh first post, which I really ought to be finishing instead of pontifficating about unlikely revolutions. It's just background, and very dry. More practise with the narrator's (Mock) voice.
Sunday doesn't know much about how it all happened. Actually, most people don't. They know what did happen, but not how. Suddenly it was illegal to drive cars. Privately owned businesses over a certian size were disappearing. Television channels were replaced and reorgnaised.
Every thought it was just going to be Britain. I did. I was glad to be out of it, in New England. I tried to get hold of anyone I knew, but the only media coming out of the country was the internet. And that was buzzing.
And then, suddenly, Korea converted. They still didn't have a government, so perhaps that made it easier. In Britain it was bloodless, but in Korea it was anything but. Byron had a lot of contacts in the human smuggling trade. When the alsyum seekers went home they took with them a poem and a vision. Byron's good at visions. And people who are tired of war and strife and larger countries playing police have their eyes more open to change.
You can tell I'm a misplaced Brit, can't you? It's not that I don't like America, and the majority of Americans. Much nicer than the English. When they say have a nice day it's not just because they're boss has had complaints about rudeness. You always feel wanted. It's just, well, I'm a tad socialist. Seeing the immense gap between rich and poor will do that to you. That's why I'm back home, trying to get in with Sunday. My adoptive government told me to. And besides, I'm worried about her. She always had her eyes open so wide I thought they'd fall out. But that's what Byron's promoting now. Look at teh pain. Look at the suffering. Look at everything you don't want to see.
I haven't been on a train like this since I was a kid. It's on time, for one, and it's clean. There's even a buffet car. I'm sitting here writing a report, because it's a bit hard to get in and out of this country unless you're a citizen (which I am) and everyone wants to know how it all happened.
When Koera fell some American soldiers died. America threatened to arm nuclear bombs. And then France threatened to do the same. That was... new. People stopped to think. A lot of the wealthier European countries have nuclear weapons. They're all within flying distance of the US.
France didn't bother with the Revolution. I guess simply knowing the first one was one of the main inspirations of the revoutionaries was enough to make them cautious. But they declared themselves allies with the Revolutionary states. Some other countries came out and said the same. Especially those with a civil war in living memory. It was the ex-communist countries who were most against it. They'd seen how bad socialism could get. Being poor was no fun.
And then there were more refugee issues. This was Dante, knowing how to work people. The other countries started off happily accepting refugees, showing themselves to be on America's side. Right up until those refugees started revolutions of their own. Germany and Austia fell within a matter of weeks, the Czech Republic folling soon after. Poland tried to close its borders, but they're big borders.
It wasn't just Poland. Europe's got a lot more countries in it than some people realise. Latvia was rocketed into the spotlight when it invaded it ordered the military to shoot anyone aproaching the borders. The problem, once you get into mainland Europe, is you can't guard every inch of land. People wioll get in no matter what you do. The Revolutionaries had a team of highly experienced human smugglers. The Revolutionaries got in.
In almost every country there was already a party. The party never had a name. The goal was the same, to open people's eyes to poverty and pain, but the methods were different. Some favoured assassination, but as that got harder the revolution got bloodier, and began to lose impetus.
It stopped around July. A few countries have converted, but there's just this sense of brooding calm now. Byron called for a halt of all revolutionary activities. I'll have to ask Sunday why. The US media were going on and on about how Russia would fall next and then it would all be over. I don't know what they were quite so worried about. It's much easier to keep people out when you're surrounded by water. But ideas. Well, I guess they're right. Byron hasn't stopped the Revolution, you know, he's just stopped the bloodhshed. For now.
When Korea fell, when things were getting really tense, some interesting videos started turning up. It started on the internet, but then analogue copies were made, each ending with a heartfelt plee to pass this on and stop the murder. The transcripts weren't hard to get hold of either, being broadcast on long wave radio. In short, it was a media barrage, as much as one can do so from another contintent. The contents, you see, were films of the Korean people, begging for this to happen. That was easy to dismiss. it got harder when you saw those who firmly stated they hated it. A few were filmed convincing soldiers of their point of view. Soldiers tend to convert quite easily, as a rule, especially those who've seen ground fighting. Watching people die gives you an interesting persepctive on life.
Blake's the one who deals with the media. Idon't know much about him. I'm going to ask Sunday, but I've already heard rumours they don't get on. To be honest, any one who can use spin nad propaganda like that makes me suspicious. That and no one had even heard of him until after Britain stablised again.
We're at a station. People looked obred a ever, waiting for the train, but there are fewer of tehm than i remember. I guess a lot of office jobs are still on hiatus. Recreating a country is far harder than tearing it apart. They could have just taken over, but the nature of their revolution demands change. No other country has taken it so far. Byron doesn't just want to show poverty to people, he wants their help in eliminating it.
Sunday doesn't meet me, but Candi does, looking out of place in amoungst the few suits. The hair on her head is blue now, but she confides to me that she's still bright pink elsewhere. Candi worked in a brothel, still does, she insists, and she claims to enjoy it. Her mother worked on the streets, so I guess it's one better. I don't really want to know, but she's the kind of girl who tells you, measuring with her palms, and occasionally her fingers, and gesturing wildly while making the sounds.
Once I thought I could fall in love with Candi, but then I met Sunday. Everything I like about Candi is ten times better in Sunday.
I have butterflies.
I need to go back to the plotting journal and add some more misc information, leading off that.
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Date: 29/2/04 09:41 am (UTC)...
More.
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Date: 1/3/04 12:00 am (UTC)