Fight the apathy! Make them listen! We cannot let the people of Iran be silenced. The only thing that gets their word out is our words.
دنیارابگوییدچطورآنهاانتخاباتمان دزدیده اند
Tell the world how they have stolen our election
دموکراسی شعار ماست -- خشونت انزجار ماست
Democracy is our right, we despise violence.
i realize now i do not fear death... i fear my daughter will not be free when i die
- From the Twitter of an Iranian medical student
"If it bothers you so much, then why don't you stop watching?" seems to be the question of the last few days from my friends and family who know how invested I have become in the cause of the Iranian people (as I have explained in great detail here) The answer is simple: one day of caring is not enough. We must be the voice for the people of Iran who would otherwise be silenced. They are without reliable news sources, they are without mobile phone calls, text messaging, facebook, twitter, youtube, AIM, Yahoo, Google, and pretty much every other useful outlet for information you can think of. Yet they persist on the streets and on the internet in any way they can. The least we can do, whether we are across continents, oceans, or time zones, is spread their words safely.
My death is irrelevant.Wht is important is that u do not forget my words.We want freedom.i will die 4that
- From the Twitter of a protester in Tehran
Right now, brave men and women in Iran, both young and old, are sacrificing their lives for their voices to be heard. They must fear not only the police, but also the Basij -a force of men loyal to the government who plant themselves among crowds in plain clothes in order to discretely attack protesters and incite chaos.The protesters are peaceful. They mass together in crowds that are reported to grow in size every day. At night they have very few, if any, safe places to stay. Houses with satelite dishes were attacked by the Basij tonight, and during the 50 minutes of Twitter's maintenance, another university was attacked.
140 characters is a novel when you're being shot at.
- From another Iranian Twitter
WHAT CAN YOU DO TO HELP?
- The most obvious thing to do is stay informed. Keep an eye on reliable sources on Twitter, refresh blogs and news sites that are covering the stories.
- If you are on twitter, retweet information from reliable twitters, but REMOVE THE USERNAME if they are in Iran. People have died because of the lack of responsibility by fellow tweeters and the media in this front. They can be tracked down by the government of Iran.
- Spread the information elsewhere. Repost this article or write your own on Facebook, Myspace, Tumblr, or anywhere else you can think of. If you write your own, make sure you are concise and accurate. Link to your sources for people to learn more.
- Discretely change your location on Twitter to Tehran or Iran, and your time zone to GMT +3:30. Don't post to brag about how you did it, otherwise it was useless.
- DO NOT auto-refresh and take down websites, even if you are asked. It slows down the internet for the rest of the people in Iran.
- If you make a proxy DO NOT post it publically, otherwise it is useless. Send it in a direct message to a trusted source.
- DO NOT spam the hash tag #IranElection with useless things to "confuse the government". This does not help at all.
USEFUL SITES TO FURTHER HELP
Cyber War Guide for Iran Elections
Green Revolution - How to Help
Anonymous - Why We Protest - Iran
STAY INFORMED!
Follow on Twitter: @ProtesterHelp and @StopAhmadi
(REMINDER: DO NOT REPOST PERSONAL TWITTERS OF THOSE INSIDE THE COUNTRY, EVEN IF THEY ARE RELIABLE!)
Live-blogging by Andrew Sullivan
General information from a poser on Fark.com
Live-blogging on HuffingtonPost
دنیارابگوییدچطورآنهاانتخاباتمان دزدیده اند
Tell the world how they have stolen our election
REPOST CODE! (Repost this anywhere any everywhere!)
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If you are reading this right now, you have more luxury than someone in Iran could ever hope for right now. If you are watching TV or a video on youtube, updating your status on Facebook, Tweeting, or even texting your friend, you are lucky. If you are safe in your home, and were able to sleep last night without the sounds of screaming from the rooftops, you need to know and understand what is happening to people just like you in Iran right now.
They are not the enemy. They are a people whose election has been stolen. For the first time in a long time, a voice for change struck the youth of Iran, just as it did for many people in the United States only seven months ago. Hossein Mousavi gained the support of millions of people in Iran as a Presidential candidate. He stands for progressiveness. He supports good relations with the West, and the rest of the world. He is supported with fervor as he challenges the oppressive regime of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
On Friday, millions of people waited for hours in line to vote in Iran's Presidential election. Later that night, as votes came in, Mousavi was alerted that he was winning by a two-thirds margin. Then there was a change. Suddenly, it was Ahmadinejad who had 68% of the vote - in areas which have been firmly against his political party, he overwhelmingly won. Within three hours, millions of votes were supposedly counted - the victor was Ahmadinejad. Immediately fraud was suspected - there was no way he could have won by this great a margin with such oppposition. Since then, reports have been coming in of burned ballots, or in some cases numbers being given without any being counted at all. None of this is confirmed, but what happened next seems to do the trick.
The people of Iran took the streets and rooftops. They shout "Death to the dictator" and "Allah o akbar." They join together to protest. Peacefully. The police attack some, but they stay strong. Riots happen, and the shouting continues all night. Text messaging was disabled, as was satellite, and websites which can spread information such as Twitter, Facebook, Youtube, and the BBC are blocked in the country. At five in the morning, Arabic speaking soldiers (the people of Iran speak Farsi) stormed a university in the capital city of Tehran. While sleeping in their dormitories, five students were killed. Others were wounded. These soldiers are thought to have been brought in by Ahmadinejad from Lebanon. Today, 192 of the university's faculty have resigned in protest.
Mousavi requested that the government allow a peaceful rally to occur this morning - the request was denied. Many thought that it would not happen. Nevertheless, first a few thousand people showed up in the streets of Tehran. At this point, it is estimated that 1 to 2 million people were there. Mousavi spoke on the top of a car. The police stood by. For a few hours, everything was peaceful. Right now, the same cannot be said. Reports of injuries, shootings, and killings are flooding the internet. Twitter has been an invaluable source - those in Iran who still know how to access it are updating regularly with picture evidence. People are being brutally beaten. Tonight will be another night without rest for so many in Iran no older than I am. Tonight there is a Green Revolution.
For more information:
PICTURES:
here and here
NEW INFORMATION:
Here - near constant updates
Here - ONTD_political live post
ON TWITTER:
@StopAhmadi, @ProtesterHelp
دنیارابگوییدچطورآنهاانتخاباتمان دزدیده اند
Tell the world how they have stolen our election
- original post by
one_hoopy_froodREPOST CODE:
In other, happier, news, I am going to Boston for the next ten days as of tomorrow afternoon! I shall be enjoying my time with my friend and having lots of lulzy fun. I'll be on when I can, though! Sadly, this will mean me having to wait to watch Doctor Who... which I am super excited about, but I'll live I guess.
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anxious
Oh my goodness. I am so excited. This morning, when I REALLY need to be studying for my Medieval Magic and Witchcraft Midterm, guess what came? My brand shiny new computer! It’s green. And pretty. And doesn’t make loud fan noises. And has 10x the amount of space my old one has. So now I am going to set to work putting everything I need on it even though I really need to study! Awesome, right? I thought so. I’m doing this from the “windows Live Writer” program which is supposedly able to post this directly to LJ. We shall see if that really works.
Also, I think I’m getting carpal tunnel in my left wrist. It has been aching constantly for days and in order to make it stop I have to wrap it tightly and then put something to hold it straight while I type. Or sleep. Bah. I don’t want to get it looked at, though, otherwise my shiny new computer will be taken away from me. FML.
PLS TO BE FINDING SOMEONE TO GO TO WATCH
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sick
For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers.
Yay! Finally, I exist as something other than a menace in the eyes of the government. Hopefully this is a sign of good things to come, in a country that no longer has to be dictated by religion. I'll be optimistic for a little while.
Also, I have the worst writer's block known to man. Usually, when this happens, I have ideas that won't work themselves out on paper. At the moment I don't even have ideas, and I haven't for over half a year now. It's the most frustrating thing ever, and I don't know how to shake it. Halp.
- Mood:
optimistic
And maybe I'll actually remember to check my friend's page now, instead of going from comm to comm manually. Maybe.
ICON TIEM NAO!
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amused - Music:"Playing Along" - Keane
Last week, my mom came into my room and informed me that I wouldn't be allowed to go to the Inauguration. When I asked her why, she said everything from bombs to pick-pockets to me not getting food. Normally I would be not just upset over this, but I'd probably hate her forever. But here's the problem: days earlier, I had resigned myself to the fact that it wasn't going to happen. I had been hoping to plan everything out during the end of December and beginning of January, but Ari (the girl I'm staying with) has been gone since before my exams even started. Of course, I was too stupid to think to get her number in case this happened. By the time she gets back, which I'm assuming will be some time this week, it will be far too late to do any sort of planning. So with no time to make new plans with my friend from college who lives in Maryland, I've got nothing.
The one thing I have been looking forward to since even before the election is just not going to happen. For once, I thought I could be a part of something that meant so much to me. It had finally sunk in that yes, I was actually going when I realized that I couldn't. I can't even properly convey the emotion I'm feeling other than sadness, and even that doesn't seem to be a strong enough word. Instead of sitting on my ass all winter long and just waiting for school to start again, I thought I was going to actually do something. Silly me. What made me think I was lucky enough for something good to happen for a change? I guess I can't really blame anyone but myself for this happening.
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depressed
First off, concerning my fic, I'm hoping to have another chapter up soon. I'm almost finished with chapter five which is the resolution of the Aurorae plot, and I know exactly where I'm going from here. The problem right now is just finding time to write. I've been slacking on
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ficfinishing , sadly. But on the bright side, as soon as mid-December rolls around, I'll have nothing but free time on my hands to write until February.School has been hectic this semester, and it's only going to get worse in this month. I've got one five page paper for British Literature due on my birthday, one 5-8 page paper due for Shakespeare, one 7-8 page paper for Renaissance Italy, and a Latin exam all in the first two and a half weeks of the month. I've already had four midterms and a paper. But I'm scheduling for next semester soon, and I'm looking forward to a few classes. (It's looking like Brit Lit II, Latin II, Muslims, Jews, and Christians in Islamic Spain, and Medieval Magic and Witchcraft. Woo!)
( The rest is behind here! )
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sleepy - Music:Perfect Symmetry - Keane
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Title: To Die Will Be an Awfully Big Adventure (Chapter 4/13)
Fandom: Torchwood / Doctor Who
Characters: Owen, The Doctor
Rating/Warning/Spoilers: PG -13 for language, spoilers for all of Torchwood series two, particularly the finale. None for Doctor Who thus far.
Summary: Bloody Hell was the only thought that Owen managed as he ambled through the blinding light towards his savior. Owen Harper: 3, Death: nil. Unless, of course, this suited man and his little blue box were part of an elevator service to heaven.
Author's Notes: It has been far too long since I posted a chapter in this story, but I had the longest writer's block I've ever had and didn't want to post this until I knew I could promise more in a reasonable amount of time. Thanks to
emmademarais and ficfinishing for inspiring me and helping me to move past my stumbling blocks, and to knitchick1979 for being an awesome and really encouraging first reader.( A little recap, for those who have forgotten what happened but don't want to reread the first few chapters. )
Disclaimer: Torchwood and Doctor Who aren't mine, but I do love them so.
Prologue Drabble
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
( Chapter 4A )
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accomplished - Music:42 - Coldplay
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY! You're such an old person. I should have bought you a cane.
Here I present to you, your favorite Doctor and companions, because you told me
that I had to put it somewhere where everyone could see, as we have no printer.
Have a splendiforous day, my (occasionally) wonderful little sister! Mayhaps,
one day, you shall be as amazing as I am. Maybe.
P.S.
stephanie_ftw is her brand-shiny-new LJ.doctorwho for a few weeks, and hope the seemingly infinite wanking comes to an end (or at least trickles down a bit). Jeez. I've never seen so much caps lock in my life.- Mood:
irritated - Music:"Hymne a l'Amour" by Josh Groban
And now for something completely different.
Russel T. Davies, I apologize for ever having said anything even remotely sarcastic or aggravated about you. Ever.
... I think I'm going to write another post after I rewatch the episode in which I, you know, actually talk about the plot.
- Mood: chipper
1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Strike out the books you have no intention of ever reading, or were forced to read at school and hated.
5) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them ;-)
Nineteen read! That's really not so bad for an eighteen year old, right? Especially when most adults have only read six. I'm impressed at how well-read I am. Let's count the ones I plan to read... 34. That's a bit of a book list. Not that I didn't always know that. And my Doctor Who quote of the day...
Davros: What is happening? No, it cannot be! I am not a Dalek! I cannot die! I AM DAVROS!I just watched Resurrection of the Daleks. Good episode. Turlough is so amusing.
And now to catch up on the bajillion things I should be doing.
- Mood:
bored
Title: How Do You Do It?
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Martha, Tenth Doctor
Rating/Warning/Spoilers: PG / no spoilers
Summary: Martha wonders how the Doctor keeps going when all they seem to see is death.
Author's Notes: First thing I've written in weeks that I haven't loathed. I went through four versions of this before getting it here.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who isn't mine. I'm not even English.
“How do you do it, Doctor?”
“I’ve seen brilliant doctors lose their patients, and they say it never gets easier. But this? Everywhere we go, people die. It’s like your best is never enough because someone will always slip through.”
- Mood:
lethargic - Music:"Viva la Vida" by Coldplay... still
The caps are from the last-half-of-the-season trailer by
schattenmond On a happytastic note, my writer's block has subsided just enough to get out a list of what is going to happen in the next chapter of my fic. So, after much ado, it might actually happen. I hate my fail sometimes.- Mood: accomplished
- Music:"Viva la Vida" by Coldplay
Wallpaper tiemz:
1280x800
EDITED with a better version of the wallpaper.
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EDITED with a better version of the wallpaper.
- Location:In my favoritest chair
- Mood: amused
- Music:"Grace Kelly" by Mika
I'm not calling for a second chance;
If given a chance to go back and do it all over again, would they have made the same decisions? With the knowledge that in the next twenty years they would lose everything - their friends, their lives, their souls - would they consciously follow the same course of actions? Are faith and fate enough reason to sit back and let the world follow its natural course? Who will take control of their destiny long after their world should have come to an end, if it has been restored once more, as if in a dream?
I'm screaming at the top of my voice.
Naturally, there will be those who are able to convince themselves that it was nothing more than just that, but when so many have shared in that same dream, that inexplicably detailed collective unconscious, surely it must be anything but coincidence?
Give me reason, but don't give me choice.
Once every few generations, it seems that human nature ensures that such atrocities are committed that the people have no choice but to grow as they overcome them. Traumatizing as these events might have been, were they really necessary to cause this growth? In one astounding test of human nature, towards the end of his life, Albus Dumbledore harnessed a great magic that would enable those who had lost their youth and innocence to have one more go at life.
'Cause I'll just make the same mistakes again.
As their lives each come to an end, instead of finding themselves in Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Hades, or whatever one might believe, their minds were transported to the bodies they had inhabited back in one year - 1979. Their memories in tact, it was his hope that they would make better choices in order to live their lives to the fullest and prevent the horrible events that would unfold in less than a year. Will they make the same mistakes again?
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Title: To Die Will Be an Awfully Big Adventure (Chapter 3/13)
Fandom: Torchwood / Doctor Who
Characters: Owen, The Doctor
Rating/Warning/Spoilers: PG -13 for language, spoilers for all of Torchwood series two, particularly the finale.
Summary: Bloody Hell was the only thought that Owen managed as he ambled through the blinding light towards his savior. Owen Harper: 3, Death: nil. Unless, of course, this suited man and his little blue box were part of an elevator service to heaven.
Author's Notes: Between my insane last week of school schedule and my hardcore writers block, it took me far too long to write this chapter. However, I now have the entire fic planned out and the chapters should be running smoothly from now on.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and Doctor Who aren't mine, but I do love them so.
Prologue Drabble
Chapter One
Chapter Two
( Chapter Three )
- Mood: chipper
- Music:"Hoodoo" by Muse
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