January 6th, 2005

Talk nerdy to me!

How to Back-Up Your Journal

Since SixApart is buying Livejournal, I know there will be a lot of people wanting to know how to back-up their journal.

You can do so with this:

You have to do it month-by-month, but I choose a comma-separated value text file and save it as a rich text file.

Someone else has posted these third-party tools for backing up your journal. I can't vouch for them personally, but here they are:

I don't want to cause a panic, because I don't think anything drastic is going to happen. But I know people will be wanting to find this. I back mine up every month, so it's nothing out of the ordinary for me.
  • Current Music
    Al Green - "Tired of Being Alone"

The Post-Party Blues

I've been horribly sluggish the last few days, like my whole body is sugar-coated, tacky and weighed down. I'm sleeping late, struggling to concentrate (like that's anything new, but it's worse than normal), and just feel vaguely disgusted all the time.

I suppose it's a combination of coming down from a week-long high of hustlin' and bustlin' to get ready for and then enjoying John's and Liz's visit, the party, and a very bittersweet, drawn-out goodbye. I miss them. Everything was vibrant and warm and alive while they were here, charged with energy to get ready, to make the most of our time, to say exactly how we felt without pretense or shame.

Bless starflare, for in his drunkness, he made the party serious for at least a half hour with toasts and resolutions and well-wishes.

I'm trying to enjoy the quiet and calm of not having the house full of twelve people staying over or cooking some shrimp-inspired food or dashing in and out, but I can't sit still long enough to relax while I can't get up enough energy to do anything. The house is a slimy wreck, the book I'm reading is utter tripe, and I feel like I'm barely alive, diffusing energy in this bloated body, ugh.

Very glum with strong inclinations to do something worthwhile if one could just overcome inertia.

On a less ginger-needs-a-mental-shower note, John and Liz have posted pictures from their nearly-a-week in Oxford here:

All but one is worksafe, and that one...well, you can't really tell who it is unless you were there, or knew him, or heard the story afteward :D
  • Current Music
    Def Leopard - "RockIt" (where'd this come from??)
the torch-ginger

Date created: 2001-02-06 12:52:01

birdofparadox reminded me when she posted today about the same thing.

Next month will mark my fourth year of using livejournal.

It started off as just a way to keep in touch with my family while I was in Hirakata, Japan for six months. But it quickly became something much much greater.

I suppose I'd always wanted a journal. I'd tried on several occasions throughout my life to keep a daily paper journal, but my attention waned after only a few entries. Yet throughout my life, I'd kept snippets of ideas of poems or novels or stray thoughts, very un-diarylike, and it was only through livejournal that I realized a journal didn't have to be a laborious daily affair. I could write when I had something to say or an idea I needed to record. And now my paper journal has become much the same, slightly sparse if measured by dates, but always with a point. I have filled up whole journals with my thoughts over the years now, which had never happened before.

Livejournal allowed me to find a niche of journaling that worked for me. And I use it to keep in touch with my friends. Perhaps I'd never have continued with this journal if I hadn't had a community to share it with. Admittedly, a significant portion of my posts are completely private, but I doubt I'd have lasted four years with one journal without the friends-only feature and the option to share some of those posts with everyone. I've kept it small, and sustainable, with people I can trust, and filters for times of paranoia and topics of discomfort.

So, even though livejournal is changing hands, I know that my journaling habits would be nothing more than a few stray, child-like diaries with only the first few pages of writing if I hadn't been introduced to LJ.

I have flourished. My journals (both paper and electronic) have flourished. My writing has flourished, although never in published form. And I thank you.

Thank you, Brad Fitz, for starting livejournal. Thank you, Charles Martin and his now defunct journal nyarl, for introducing me to this place. Thank you, birdofparadox for being someone I actually knew when I started my journal. And thank you to all of you who have been part of my journal.

/end cloying sentimental garble.
  • Current Music
    faint humming of Al Green