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Forces loyal to Moammar Gadhafi punched hard into the last line of defence protecting the rebel capital of Benghazi Tuesday, putting the shrinking revolution at risk of collapse as hope for international intervention wanes.

As another day of UN deliberations ended in discord, the Libyan regime ringed the strategic city of Ajdabiya from two sides, launching volleys of rocket fire from air and ground-based artillery and triggering an exodus or fighters and civilians north on the 200-kilometre highway to Benghazi. All impartial evidence points to Gadhafi’s forces continuing the push eastward deep into rebel territory, at the expense of the severely outgunned rebel army.

Supporters of a no-fly zone introduced a UN resolution Tuesday aimed at stopping Gadhafi’s planes from bombing civilians, but Russia and Germany expressing misgivings. At a G8 meeting earlier in the day, France and Britain failed to win support for a no-fly zone.

With no significant progress on grinding foreign diplomacy aimed at stemming the Gadhafi surge, the rebel leadership is now grappling with the prospects that any outside help will amount to too little, too late.

“It’s unbelievable what is happening at the international level,” Iman Boughaigis, spokeswoman for the nascent Libyan Transitional Council, told the Toronto Star, “We mounted this fight to live under the values of the West — freedom, human rights and human dignity. And now we are alone."

“But we will stand here in Benghazi to the end. We will live in dignity or we will die.”

For days, as the poorly armed rebel fighters retreated hundreds of kilometres in the face of the regime’s overwhelming air and groundfire, the hard kernel of the revolt in Benghazi vowed a fight to the death rather than cede their newfound freedom to Gadhafi.

The fate of these people, many thousands of whom have gone public, sharing for the first time the deprivations of the past 42 years, appears dangerously near to being left to the mercy of a regime that routinely describes them as “rats and vermin.”

Some activists wept openly Tuesday at the waterfront courthouse that has served as headquarters of the homegrown revolution. Others described in bitter terms the disappointment of their unanswered pleas for foreign intervention.

“If this was happening to a western country — Italy, Germany or Spain — how long world the world wait to act? One day, one week?” Dr. Abdul Atif Aghwal, chairman of Benghazi’s Jamahiriya Hospital, told the Toronto Star, “Here, we wait one month and nothing happens. Gadhafi is a megalomaniac, his mind has snapped, and he will only kill more until he is stopped.”

Gadhafi promised on Monday he would not kill activists involved in the uprising, should they be trapped and ultimately captured in Benghazi. But a translation of a regime leaflet dropped by air over Ajdabiya suggests retribution may be in the cards.

"It is the hour we face the betrayers. House by house, street by street, one by one, person by person, we will hunt the rats,” the leaflet said. “Huge numbers of armed people are coming to protect you, so join us. Do not hesitate to execute the betrayers and the rats.”

Any assault on the well-armed rebels Benghazi itself raises the spectre of urban warfare of a ferocity unseen this past month, with the potential for long weeks of battles and a high civilian death toll.

“The amount of guns in Benghazi, the number of RPGs in private homes, is enormous,” another rebel spokesman, Mustafa Gheriani, said Tuesday night. “If it should come to that, this city will fight with everything it has.”




I know there's a serious crisis in Japan, with so many lives devastated by the earthquake and ensuing tsunami and nuclear crisis. But please, do not forget about Libya. Do not ignore the thousands of innocent lives being lost in Gadhafi's recklessly violent assault, or diminish the determination of the rebels who will fight to the death for their freedom. I don't care about oil prices or the risk of full-scale military involvement; real people are dying to overthrow a despotic regime. They need us.

We, the international community, must not turn out backs on the blood-soaked desert soil of Libya.

It's finally here.

Journal Entry: Fri Mar 11, 2011, 9:21 PM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


March Break. :faint:

I'm thrilled that March Break is finally here – I could really use a week off from school to get things sorted out. As you can tell from the lateness of this entry, these have been a pretty hectic last few days. But it's all over.
Brief side note: we had a snow day yesterday. Hurrah. :dummy:

I've got a huge list of things to accomplish over the break, but hopefully it won't seem like work – most of it is just me getting back on top of things, which will make me feel good in the end, right?

Number one on my priority list is a snowball fight with ~WanderingHere. :eager:

Out in the world.

Nature's power is unbelievably ruthless sometimes. Here's a link to some raw footage of the earthquake in Japan, and – I like this – a link to #communityrelations' response, and an article by `PurpelBlur and another by `Hellobaby explaining what you can do to help.

Meanwhile, Gaddafi refuses to give up and is lashing out against the rebels. I'm getting sick of the international powers just debating whether or not to get involved. Either do or don't. I just want the fighting to be over.

And I'm in the middle of a book about Alberta's tar sands. It's ... gruesome. The world is so fucked up.


I'll post a new journal on Tuesday and be back on schedule.

Project 52



Features
I finally wrapped up the One Year Later Contest Winners. There were some really excellent entries.

Saprophytic She was a girl that knew how to photosynthesize. She was nothing to look at; unless hair the consistency of wet noodles and eyes that were reminiscent of faded denim were something.

She always found it strange that there was nothing blue that could be considered repulsive, except her eyes.

It was January and cold, as expected of the season. The sky was gray and there was far too much snow on the ground. As she walked, she kicked it out of the way with the toe of her father's hunting boots. She was the first to wear them.

She toed slush out of her path until she reached the door of a pawnshop. By this time, she no longer needed to look

Saprophytic by *ohmistermagazine was the overall winner. Really impressive piece.

Parentheses All Clicking Shuti.
Let's say you have a story. Let's say you have a page where there should be a story, but the paper is empty and the inkstains are fresh on your tongue and the words keep diving back into your throat every time you try to speak or write. Remember, darling, when you told me that a bare book is like the faces of newly-made angels? You used to have something for this: a shallow well inside your chest where you could put the thoughts and the silence and the prayers and other forgotten things and every time you needed something beautiful I would reach inside and pull it out for you. But it's gone now, the well and the water and whatever else wa

Parentheses All Clicking Shut by ~CyneNoir was the prose winner.
Runners up: Open your eyesi.
He promised me that he would teach me how to see.
"Open your eyes," he told me, "open your eyes and just... just look." I did as he said, exhaling and watching the cloud of my breath ghost through the glassy, frosted sunlight.
I saw the world as he must have in that one moment, that late-November afternoon, and I felt alive.
We could have stood there until the end of time, I had thought, could have stood there and nothing would have ever changed.
We were young then.

ii.
His eyes—his eyes were like matches against my skin. It burnt slowly—skin usually burns slowly—but it was a sweet burn, warm and gentle as the beatin
fragrance.his father smelt like office papers, faint notes of cologne, and the generation gap. like loss, grief, and he never got a chance to know you.

one year later, he stands in front of the gravestone, and all he can smell is marble, dust, and the stagnant beat of his heart.

his mother smelt like the family dog, flowers, and unrequited love. like cookies, warmth, and understanding is not the same as caring.

one year later, he holds his mother's hand in his, and he smells baby shampoo, true smiles, and love-that-never-left.

his ex-girlfriend smelt like sugar, strawberries, and a silent bomb. like chaste kisses, intertwined fingers, and we just d
Disappearance of Anne MorganTottering in dark blue heels and clutching a gun like you know how to use it, you collapse against a tree like your backbone has turned to fine glass.

You've established that the ground tastes of oranges and tomatoes, and reminds you of last summer and the fresh smell of fruit; the pleasure of knowing that you have given birth to something, although the doctor tells you that the way you want it will never be possible. The way he said it, it wasn't awful, it wasn't the end of everything, it wasn't the end of scarlet hair; it was just another woman who could never have a child. But the way you heard it, it was the end of your future. Who knew
Paris SummerStilettos clicking out a metronome-like meter against the wooden planks of the Passerelle des Arts, Caroline hazarded yet another impatient glimpse at her watch and squinted, scanning the crowds on the bridge for one particular figure.

Late yet again, she mused humourlessly, casting resentful glances at the gaggles of tourists milling about aimlessly on the riverside promenade. An elderly couple ambled leisurely past her, followed by a group of rowdy students – already half-drunk before it was even dark – yelling obscenities at passers-by, yet still there was no sign of Caroline's rendezvous partner. But he was always like that any


SanctusThe sun danced its circle,
       A perpetual fire of the pagan mass,
       As seasons beat against the drums of dawn;
And the stone-eyed wanderer
       Crept through the unspoiled land,
       Beneath the acacia's blossom.

He whispered prayers to the red earth
       And watched the birth of the snowy peaks;
       He lived among the moon-folk,
       And left sacrifices for the daughters of morning:
He was battling for heaven,
       Searching for a future
       Where we might all be free.

He entered the land of our ancestors:

       The man with the iron
               Of ten thousand swords
               

Sanctus by ~ProvenParadox was the poetry winner.
Runners up: Phantoms Of Another UniverseLook.
I'll tell it like it was.

black.
cold.
wretched.

Static clung to the air
like ornaments on a Christmas tree
and we were graced with the odd arced lightning.

Oh, it was cold.
so cold.
I remember not seeing,
my fingers frozen off as
feeling receded from them
like waves on a beach.
how could I even be sure
they were.
still.
there?

the forgotten memory of a sunset
lay imprinted on my brain,
and its absence made the night
emptier than ever.

we waited.

we waited for the moon to rise,
for the clouds to shift,
for the e-lec-tri-ci-ty to stop
(like lost travelers stumbling
in the desert waiting for an
oasis mir
:thumb194636101: Mommys Under the BedIt has been so long since
I last heard your screaming echo through my tear ducts.

Sometimes, I curl up under my blanket
and sing about a place over the rainbow
where blue birds aren't shot out of the sky
and there's a piece of happiness for anyone
brave enough to ask.

I am terrified of you.
There, I said it.
Can I turn on the lights in my heart
and chase you out of my nightmares yet?

I'm not a kid anymore,
afraid of monsters under my bed,
but you're presence makes me feel small
and the confidence I've managed to dreg up
from the crusty bottoms of oil wells
crumbles like sea to sandcastles
in the face of your sarcastic smile.


Congratulations to everyone! :clap:
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Hey there, writers.

The reason I'm posting this news article is because over the past few months I've learned some valuable lessons about what it means to be a writer – lessons that I'd like to share with all of you.



The story begins with my sister's birthday; I wrote a poem for her present. She loved it, and so did I. Little did I know that it would be the last thing I would write for the next three months.

Seriously, I just stopped writing for a full quarter of a year. And that's way too long. So why did I stop writing? I was too busy. I got caught up in school assignments, extracurriculars and everything else that wreaks havoc on my conscience. I never found quite enough time for myself to sit and write. Some friends told me I had writer's block, but I don't think so I did. I had ideas. I just never put them down on paper.

Those ideas are gone now. I can't remember them now and I probably never will.

Lesson one: Ideas don't last forever. Write them down while you still can.

I gradually realized how much I missed writing, but by that time it was too late. All I had at that point was a bitter desire to write, an empty mind and some scraps that I had written before that part of my life disappeared. I actually forced myself to write again in order to participate in a deviantART contest. It gave me the spark of inspiration that I was counting on to develop my ideas into the embers of creativity I once had.

Lesson two: deviantART is a valuable source of inspiration. Use it.

Just because I know you're desperately worried that I never successfully wrote anything artistic again and that's the end of that, I did succeed in writing a piece for this contest. I did. But the writing process was absolutely brutal. I ended up with a headache and a major sense of failure. I have never struggled so much with writing. Ever. With all honesty, it's only thanks to my close friends here on deviantART that I pulled through at all.

Lesson three: Your friends are there to help you. Don't be too proud to tell them that you're struggling.

As I wrote in the description of my contest entry, "I still feel like a failure. Writing used to be so easy. Hopefully I can get that back." I still haven't. I'm still fighting with myself to take time to write, and it still feels much more awkward than it used to. But I'm making an effort. In the two months since that entry, I've posted one other piece since that entry and I'm just finishing editing another.

But still, two in two months, that's nowhere near what my writing used to be. Why is it so hard? Quite simply, I think it's because I'm out of practice. I haven't written in so long; I've lost the skills. Maybe some of you don't think three months is that long and I'm just pathetic, but trust me: it feels like forever.

Lesson four: Don't stop writing. Ever.

And this is the main lesson I learned that I'd like to share. Don't give up on your writing, no matter what it takes. Even if what you're writing seems like rubbish, it's better than not writing at all. It doesn't matter how busy you get, or how tired you are. Persevere and you won't regret it. I can tell you it does not feel good to become alienated from what you used to love.

You are all artists. Never forget that. A friend of mine once responded to the question, "Is anybody here an artist?" with "No, sorry. I'm a writer." Don't be like that. Recognize your writing for the beautiful, artistic creation that it is.



Thanks for reading. I hope I've shared a bit on what it's like to feel like a failure as a writer, and how to avoid it. If I can prevent any of you from going through what I'm dealing with, I'll consider this news article worthwhile.

:dalove:

I have eleven freckles on my right arm.

Journal Entry: Fri Mar 4, 2011, 8:28 PM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


The snow is melting and it makes me sad.

Sure, there's reasons to be excited for spring. We've got six lambs so far, starting to get prepared for the syrup season and all that. But it's still a shame; I was hoping to get one more day of snowboarding out of the winter. :hmm:

What I've been up to.

IB just slammed me with things to do, so schoolwork has been the priority lately. I have two major assignments due on Monday, a test on Tuesday and another major assignment due on Friday. We're talking 20% of my mark for history and math here. In one paper. Fun stuff.
But the extracurriculars still go on. There's been several days where I've had to switch between the stage and the badminton court, back and forth. It's a bit intense but I manage.
Today me and the rest of the SAC made breakfast for some other classes. Then the SAC got to eat some. Turns out waffles, syrup, whipped cream, strawberries, yogurt and granola are an awesome addition to math class. :dummy: I brought my breakfast up to math so I didn't miss the lesson.

Everyone was jealous.

I've written something. I'll post it on deviantART as soon as I get the chance to go through it with ~cherrichan13.
What else, what else... my choir had a concert last weekend. I screwed up my solo, go figure. But I enjoyed the last song profusely, so it was all right. French peer-tutoring is going great. We're wrapping up Hamlet in English.

Life is life.

Also, yeah, I realize this is however many freaking days late —

— and I still haven't updated my Project 52 entry.

Long story short, I fail sometimes. I hope to get back on track sometime next week. Or during the March Break. :sigh:

Also, it's my brother's birthday.

~ProvenParadox is turning 19 today. Ridiculous, I know.
He was home for reading week last week. It was super, but I didn't get to see him that much because I was at school, right, and he was working a bit. :shakefist: But I realized that next year we'll have reading week together! not to mention taking the bus together on trips to and from university, right? :eager: Yeah, I'm looking forward to brother time next year.

Although I'm miffed at him for erasing all of our Zelda: The Legend of Time data.
Also, ~WanderingHere and I got him the best present for his birthday. Can't wait for him to get it.

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My life be like.

Journal Entry: Thu Feb 24, 2011, 8:34 AM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


Yeah, this journal is late.

I was totally beat after Ontario Youth Parliament and I'm still scrambling to get things back to normal. Which doesn't seem like it'll be happening any time soon but hey, I can try. :faint:

Now trying to get back on track.

Yeah, OYP is over. It was a complete success, no doubt about it. I was working on registration/finance stuff for a lot of the weekend so I feel like I missed out on some of it. But that's the sacrifice I'm making. :shrug: OYP needs me. If you didn't know, I was the youngest person ever to be elected to the Executive. And it looks like I'll be elected premier next year. Seriously. Looooong conversations with ~marikob-k are helping me understand what my role is and will be. :heart:

But yeah, it's over but it's not over because I continue to have responsibilities and all that throughout the year. :faint: But it's worth it.

And this week —

— has been very polarized. I had a pretty brutal math test on Wednesday, but then I had SAC, badminton try-outs, play rehearsal, and I've got choir tonight, spaghetti and meatballs for lunch tomorrow (yes, that excites me) and – get this – laser tag tomorrow night! :omfg: I'm totally psyched. First of all, I absolutely love laser tag. I've done it once in my life and I totally had a blast. Second of all, I'm with my siblings ~ProvenParadox and ~WanderingHere and a whole bunch of my other friends that I don't see often. Who are all more fun than a barrel of monkeys. A really big barrel.

Lastly!

DID YOU NOTICE THE KICK-ASS FONT? :eager: I'm alpha-testing a new journal feature. Pretty cool, eh?

Project 52


I know this belongs in the Featured box but I've already got something in there. I'd be thrilled if you could take a look at ~MidnightSun16's piece, Across from You. It's really worth the read (and I inspired it!). :heart:


Features
I hope you've heard about the earthquake in Christchurch. =iPawed, a friend of mine, lived through it. Read her journal here.
And she wrote this deviation – I suggested it for a DD, so did a bunch of other people – that describes the earthquake. It's incredible:
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Coddleston pie, anyone?

Journal Entry: Tue Feb 15, 2011, 10:17 PM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


You know who's a brilliant writer?

A.A. Milne. I absolutely adore his writing. I was thinking of putting a list of quotes from Winnie the Pooh but goodness me, there's just too many.
Definitely a children's classic that deserves to live on.

Have you read any Winnie of the Pooh books? What did you think?

Two awesome things in my life.
  1. I got an offer of admission from Queen's University, with a major scholarship. So now I just have to decide between Queen's and Ottawa.
  2. Ontario Youth Parliament is this weekend. Am I thrilled? Yes. Panicked? Maybe a little.
:salute:

Also, I've got two additions to my house right now: Yuya, who is a Japanese boy that stayed at my house back when I was in grade nine on an exchange. He's back to visit for ten days in between his semesters. Wild, eh? A lamb, who was being neglected by its mother, so we brought her inside to nurture her. When she first came in, she was shivering like mad and really thin, so we're bottlefeeding her and letting her sleep indoors. :aww:

Project 52



Features
In the spirit of Valentine's Day I'll some of my most favourite romantic pieces:

Give It Back? Never.My favorite game has always been ours. The one with the unspoken rules.

We used to play it every day. And I remember it perfectly. I still think back on it and smile.

                                                            *****

"Oh, hello, Martha!" my mother called cheerfully, waving. I looked up from the pile of dirt I was inspecting and g

Give It Back? Never by ~cherrichan13
This has been a favourite of mine for a long, long time. She's got great characterization in this really adorable childhood romance.

only love can break your heart        i was packing for university, going through my closet – and found a small wooden box. i opened it, and found a thousand faded memories.

i.
a littleboy valentine from the boy i loved in grade two. the lace edges are torn, but the careful cursive letters stating his everlasting love are as bright as they were when they could still light up my heart.

ii.
a broken crayon from the first boy i kissed. he held my hand and told me i was pretty in the way that only a twelveyearoldboy can, and on my birthday he gave me a crayon the exact color of my eyes.

iii.
a stuffed toy my first real boyfri

only love can break your heart by ~WanderingHere
Couldn't ask for a more perfect piece for the Valentine's theme, just read it. :heart:

Not Beautiful, Not in Lovei.
I am not beautiful.
I have told you this before.
I am not beautiful,
But they say it doesn't matter.

ii.
What I do:
Dance (badly),
Sing (worse),
Talk (fast),
Wish (ardently)
Dream (hopelessly)

iii.
"Inner beauty" is the mantra
(I must say it to myself until I believe it)
But it doesn't seem to be working.
Because, as I have discovered the hard way,
Too many people aren't all that interested
In "inner beauty."

iv.
He paints beauties.
Nymphs and fairies and angels
Girls with smooth skin and flowing hair,
In dresses and heels and lipstick.
They are so very perfect in every way
And so very very empty.
But, as you kno

Not Beautiful, Not in Love by ~IndigoSkyes
I want to know more.
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Please don't get mad at me.

Journal Entry: Tue Feb 8, 2011, 9:59 PM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


Yes, it's past my bedtime.

To be honest with you, I was torn between my commitment to post a journal every week and my commitment to get more sleep. Journal won, obviously. :shrug: Only mainly just because I had to post my latest Project 52 submission, so I thought I might as well post a journal as well.

But yeah, this'll be a short one 'cause I want to go sleep. (Incredible, isn't it?)

Well,
I kind of failed majorly sleep-wise on the weekend, when I came home from snowboarding all day (which was awesome!) after staying up late with my friends, and then desperately tried to write a Featured Member blog on #theWrittenRevolution. I was talking with !GwenavhyeurAnastasia at the time. I explained why I was up so late, lamented about my brain falling asleep halfway through sentences, and then told her I was going to stop talking and focus on the blog so I could finish and go to sleep. I woke up six hours later to find one last message from her: "I'm guessing you fell asleep."

Yeah.
I fail.

I know I know it's not that big of a deal, but I honestly just feel so ashamed of myself. Disappointed, frustrated, all of that. Not so much anymore, but definitely that morning. I've never reached a limitation like that and it was really painful to have that slammed in my face. Does that make sense?

Well with that lovely thought, I'm going to sleep.
Forget about a feature and anything else. :shakefist: Sorry. (My journals have become relatively informal lately. I must admit I like it.)

Project 52

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First semester is over.

Journal Entry: Tue Feb 1, 2011, 10:00 PM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


And what a semester it was.

I'm not sure yet but there's a possibility I maintained my average as the highest in the school. I had all of my favourite classes: geography, history, French and English. Throughout the semester I literally begged my teachers multiple times to keep teaching into break. They're that fantastic.
Next semester I've got math, which means I've got to get more sleep or my average will suffer and even losing a couple percentage marks could result in losing upwards of $4,000 from the automatic entrance scholarship of my university choices. Yes, I'm worried.

In the meantime, however, I've got a couple days of school and I don't intend to sleep at all!

What I'm working on.

I've got a lot of work to do for Ontario Youth Parliament, which is coming up frighteningly soon in the future. I'm also going to work on university application stuff like reserving my res choices and that sort of thing, as well as work on summer plans. You would not believe how awesome my summer is shaping up to be. I already can't wait.

I've started working on a top-secret tutorial for you deviantART folks. Really excited 'cause this is my first tutorial ever. :eager:
And, of course, all sorts of shenanigans for #theWrittenRevolution.

Project 52


Oh, also, I spent the day with my friends in town. We made our own pizzas – mine included pepperoni, chicken, bacon, cheddar/mozzarella/feta cheese, green/yellow peppers, mushrooms and cucumbers.
And now I'm hungry. :shakefist:

I'm going to bed.


Features
`Ricardo-Rick retired to a ` today, and I like graffiti. :shrug:
:thumb174814573:
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For breaking news on the situation in Egypt, visit The Huffington Post.

The Basics: Protests started on Tuesday, January 25, when -- inspired by the successful revolution in Tunisia -- thousands began taking to the streets to protest poverty, rampant unemployment, government corruption and autocratic governance of President Hosni Mubarak, who has ruled the country for 30 years. These were the first protests on such a large scale in Egypt since the 1970s.

Day by day: Tuesday, January 25: Protests begin, 'Day Of Rage'
Thousands of anti-government protesters, some hurling rocks and climbing atop an armoured police truck, clashed with riot police Tuesday in the centre of Cairo in a demonstration to demand the end of Hosni Mubarak's nearly 30 years in power. Police responded with blasts from water cannons and set upon crowds with batons and acrid clouds of tear gas to clear demonstrators crying out "Down with Mubarak" and demanding an end to Egypt's grinding poverty, corruption, unemployment and police abuses.

Wednesday, January 26: Second day of protests
Defying an official ban on protests, Egyptian anti-government activists continued to rock Cairo with a series of violent demonstrations. National police forces used tear gas, beatings and live ammunition in an effort to disperse the mass protests, staged in an effort to oust President Hosni Mubarak from office.

Thursday, January 27: Egypt shuts down the Internet
In an action unprecedented in Internet history, the Egyptian government ordered service providers to shut down all international connections to the Internet just hours before a large planned protest. Every Egyptian provider, every business, bank, Internet cafe, website, school, embassy, and government office that relied on the big four Egyptian ISPs for their Internet connectivity was cut off from the rest of the world.

Friday, January 28: Mubarak speaks, says he'll form a new government
Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak acknowledged his citizens' discontent and attempted to defuse the crisis in Egypt by announcing that a new government was on the way. But the embattled president gave no indication that he himself planned to step down. Al Jazeera correspondent Sherine Tadros said in response, "people are asking for regime change not a change in the regime!"

Saturday, January 29: Anonymous Internet users help Egypt communicate
The Egyptian government's efforts to limit communications within the country triggered a wave of activism from an international group of free speech activists on the Internet called Telecomix. Using chat rooms, wikis, and collaborative writing tools, this largely anonymous group worked to make online communication possible.

Sunday, January 30: Al Jazeera in Cairo being shut down, U.S. Embassy in Cairo urges Americans to leave
Egyptian state TV reported that the Al Jazeera office in Cairo was being shut down and all Al Jazeera reporters were losing their press credentials in Egypt. Foreign governments stepped up their warnings about travel to Egypt, with several urging their citizens to evacuate as soon as possible amid uncertainty over where the Arab nation is headed after nearly a week of mass protests.

Monday, January 31: Egypt's new government is announced, sworn in
Egyptian President Hosni Mubarak swore in a new Cabinet on Monday, replacing one dissolved as a concession to unprecedented anti-government protests. The new Cabinet is unlikely to satisfy the tens of thousands of protesters who have taken to the streets in cities across Egypt the past week demanding nothing short of the ouster of Mubarak and his entire regime. As news of the appointments broke, thousands massed in the protest's epicenter, Cairo's central Tahrir Square, broke into chants of "we want the fall of the regime."

Tuesday, February 1: 'March Of A Million People', Mubarak tells Egypt he will not seek re-election
Hundreds of thousands of people flooded into the heart of Cairo, filling the city's main square as the largest demonstration in a week of unceasing demands for President Hosni Mubarak to leave. In response, Mubarak said he will not run for a new term in office in September elections, but rejected demands that he step down immediately and leave the country, vowing to die on Egypt's soil.

Wednesday, February 2: Internet service returned, Clashes erupt in Cairo
Internet access resumed in the Egyptian cities of Cairo and Alexandria after five days of cut connections. Several thousand supporters of Mubarak attacked anti-government protesters and Egypt's upheaval took a dangerous new turn. In chaotic scenes, the two sides pelted each other with stones, and protesters dragged attackers off their horses. The turmoil was the first significant violence between supporters of the two camps in more than a week of anti-government protests.

Thursday, February 3: Egypt army moves in as protesters clash with Mubarak supporters
Egyptian army tanks and soldiers cleared away pro-government rioters and deployed between them and protesters seeking the fall of President Hosni Mubarak, as the prime minister made an unprecedented apology for the assault by regime backers that turned central Cairo into a battle zone on Wednesday.

Friday, February 4: 'Day of Departure' protests held across Egypt
Protesters demanding Mubarak's ouster packed Cairo's central square in a crowd of over 10,000, waving Egyptian flags, singing the national anthem and cheering, appearing undaunted and determined after their camp withstood two days of street battles with regime supporters trying to dislodge them. The Obama administration said it was in talks with top Egyptian officials about the possibility of Mubarak immediately resigning, and an interim government forming before free and fair elections this year.

Saturday, February 5: Members of ruling party leadership resign
The top leadership body of Egypt's ruling party, including the president's son Gamal Mubarak and the party secretary-general Safwat el-Sharif, resigned in a new gesture apparently aimed at convincing anti-government protesters that the regime is serious about reform. The announcement was greeted with scorn by some of the tens of thousands of protesters gathered in Cairo's Tahrir Square. Wael Khalil, a 45-year-old activist, said it would "reinforce their (protesters') resolve and increase their confidence because it shows that they are winning, and the regime is retreating inch by inch."

Sunday, February 6: Government agrees to major demands
Egypt's vice president met a broad representation of major opposition groups for the first time and offered new concessions including freedom of the press, release of those detained since anti-government protests began nearly two weeks ago and the eventual lifting of the country's hated emergency laws. Two of the groups that attended the meeting said this was only a first step in a dialogue which has yet to meet their central demand -- the immediate ouster of longtime President Hosni Mubarak.

Monday, February 7: Google executive released by Egyptian authorities
After several rumors throughout the day, Google confirmed that its executive Wael Ghonim was freed today by Egyptian authorities. The Google marketing manager was missing since Jan. 27 and had been taking part in protests in Cairo. The protestors and government remained at a stalemate with little developments.

Tuesday, February 8: Freed activist energizes protestors
Wael Ghonim, a young leader of Egypt's anti-government protesters newly released from detention, joined a massive crowd in Cairo's Tahrir Square for the first time Tuesday and was greeted with cheers, whistling and thunderous applause when he declared: "We will not abandon our demand and that is the departure of the regime."

Wednesday, February 9: Widespread labour strikes throughout Egypt
Thousands of state workers and impoverished Egyptians launched strikes and protests around the country over their economic woes as anti-government activists sought to expand their campaign to oust Mubarak despite warnings from the vice president that protests won't be tolerated much longer.

Thursday, February 10: Despite rumours, Mubarak refuses to step down
Mubarak refused to step down or leave the country and instead said he would hand his powers to his vice president, remaining president and ensuring regime control over the reform process. Stunned protesters in central Cairo who demand his ouster waved their shoes in contempt and shouted, "Leave, leave, leave." After Mubarak's speech, protest organizers called for the army to take action to oust him, and they vowed increased protests on Friday. Several hundred thousand had packed into Tahrir Square, ecstatic with expectation that Mubarak would announce his resignation in his nighttime address. Instead, they watched in shocked silence as he spoke, slapping their foreheads in anger and disbelief. Some broke into tears.

Friday, February 11: Mubarak resigns as president
Hosni Mubarak resigned as president and handed control to the military, bowing down after a historic 18-day wave of pro-democracy demonstrations by hundreds of thousands. "The people ousted the president," chanted a crowd of tens of thousands outside his presidential palace in Cairo. Several hundred thousand protesters massed in Cairo's central Tahrir Square exploded into joy, waving Egyptian flags, and car horns and celebratory shots in the air were heard around the city of 18 million in joy.


YouTube videos: Egypt's Violent Day of Anger (by Daily News Egypt)
Egypt: A Nation Forced Offline
Protestor stands alone against a water cannon
Demonstrators against police on a bridge
Egyptian revolution set to music

80 million people have lost the ability to communicate and access information through the Internet.
You haven't. Stay informed and educate the people you know.

I'll see if I can get a Gallery Moderator to help me update this news article daily.

Project 52

Journal Entry: Tue Jan 25, 2011, 9:11 PM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


Creativity at its finest.

I'm participating in Project 52, a challenge for photographers to create on picture per week, in adherence to a specific theme. It's pretty straightforward. To be honest, I've made the commitment more to myself than to deviantART – that I will take some time for myself to be artistic in the midst of academia in grade 12/university, and that I will not allow the time restriction of one week to diminish the artistic quality of my photography. But yes, it is an official deviantART challenge going on. You can read more about it here.

So what's my theme? It took me a long time to pick a theme; I had many, many ideas. But I've decided to take on the task of artistically interpreting songs by Manchester Orchestra. I haven't managed to do a full count but they have almost 52 songs, with breathtaking lyrics and an unforgettable musical style. A lot of their songs are about human interaction, whereas others are abstract and could more easily be portrayed with a still life shot. This will ensure that I get plenty of new experience with all sorts of different styles of photography.

Their lyrics are obscure enough that it will be almost impossible for me to simply focus on a concrete lyric and turn it into a picture. I will have to be pretty imaginative to channel their music into photography, but I think I can do it.

I can do it.

:heart:

The other thing I'm going to do is 'digital darkroom' which mainly entails dodging and burning, and editing the colours and saturation of my photos. It sounds like I'm altering them way too much but I'm not changing them that much. Besides, this will give me a deeper understanding of Photoshop. It's all about learning, right?


My Project 52 submissions so far:
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So here's the deal.

Journal Entry: Sun Jan 16, 2011, 10:24 PM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


I've got a plan.

I don't know how many of you noticed, but my "quick update" ended up being my only journal for almost a month. Yes, yet again I have failed to post regular updates. Part of the reason is because I'm so far behind in my inbox – I cannot begin to describe how guilty I feel writing this journal when I haven't replied to comments on my last one. And my plan to get caught up on deviantART during the holidays fell apart: I'm farther behind than ever.

Let's face it. I'm just a too young boy trying to take on the world.
and I'm not that good at it (yet).

But for 2011, I've got a plan. It might not seem like a good plan to start but I think it has potential. I'm going to commit to the Project 52 Photography Challenge for 2011, which basically entails posting a photo each week in adherence to a chosen theme. I haven't come up with my theme yet but I'm determined not to let the time restriction diminish my calibre of photography. So I'm going to have to post a deviation at least once a week, and I've decided, "hey, if I'm going to do that, why not make that my commitment for journals as well?"
So there you have it. You'll be getting weekly deviations and journals from me throughout 2011, if nothing goes awry.
(And somehow I'll manage my inbox.)

One of the reasons my inbox is so neglected —

— is #theWrittenRevolution. I put a lot of time into it. And right now, it is wreaking havoc on my mind. I outlined everything that needs to be accomplished to ~cherrichan13 and she's working on organizing it into a coherent list of objectives. :faint: Nothing I can really explain to all of you, but rest assured I'm intending to face a lot of the problems that are going on right now.

One of the major revamps will hopefully result in me having more personal time on deviantART.

Literature.

`GaioumonBatou is soon to be a ` – tragic, I know. Send him your appreciation for all that he's done!
But before you do, check out #projecteducate's Literature Series!


So what have I been up to?

Well, I went snowboarding on a legitimate mountain Quebec for almost a week on the holidays. The holidays were utterly fantastic. The only problem was how short they were.

And what's on my mind right now is Ontario Youth Parliament. This weekend was the winter Cabinet meeting so I got to see some of my best friends that I barely ever see (aka ~marikob-k and ~fire-wind-wisdom). Expect some writing from me soon – Emma still inspires me to write, even though I'm not in love anymore. I guess I can just remember it. :shrug:

Well, that's all for now. I'll be better at this some day.

deviantART :heart:s you.
But I :heart: you more.


Features
`ginkgografix recently stepped down as well, but there's still time for a thank you message; go let her know that she did a good job or something. Also, I promised `GaioumonBatou – either that or he coerced me by telling me I promised – that I'd feature her as a prize! :heart: So without further ado, here's some of her work:
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About a month ago, I posted two polls: What is most important to you? and What is the main reason you use the groups platform?
With the help of several deviants and groups, I gathered more than 4,000 votes. The high number of participants gave me a close look into the priorities of the deviantART community – one that I would like to share.

To finish up the two-part series, here is what I discovered by asking, "What is the main reason you use the groups platform?"

Since the groups platform was released, it has been one of the most popular features on deviantART, with over 85,000 groups being created and hundreds of thousands of deviants getting involved.1 However, in the recent months I've talked to many group admins who are struggling to maintain a level of activity in their group. Many reported a dwindling number of comments on blogs or participation in events. The growing problem is that a significant number of deviants have become disinterested in group projects, either ignoring or disabling group notifications. As one participant put it, "I see groups as a platform to gain a wider audience on my work." For many users, groups are not a community as much as simply a doorway to a larger group of watchers.

This is evident in my poll: almost 60% voted that they use the groups platform "to get more recognition" above any other reason. In response to this, `electricjonny wrote, "Sure you need to promote your art and get it out there, but the groups platform offers much more than that, and should be used for more things."4

And he's right. According to $pachunka, the groups platform was released after five years of development, with enough functionality to become a new form of "community within deviantART."5 According to `OtisBee, groups are "a platform for help, feedback, recognition, exchange, events, encouragement, information, discussion, art, ideas and anything else the group's community might be interested in."6 This list is a pretty good example of how much groups really have to offer – they represent the opportunity for so much to happen. So much more than "a wider audience." !bdwfh wrote that he uses groups, "just to be in communication with like-minded people, nothing more... to be able to share experiences and learn from others is one of the great things about deviantArt."7

This poll showed me another alarming statistic: although 18% of deviants said they primarily used the platform to get critiques and comments, only 2% use it primarily to write them for their fellow artists. There was a bright spot, though - the enthusiasm of the 5% of deviants who, above all else, wanted "to help out" was truly heartwarming. For instance, *jamberry-song wrote that she uses groups, "to help out in the community and be a positive influence."8 This section of deviants, more than anyone else, shows the true potential of how members can utilize the groups platform. ~AlecWolfe commented, "Most of my group involvement is running, organising and helping out groups, providing feedback/comments/critiques and trying to convince people to follow the rules. I rarely post anything to groups."9 ~Solarune pointed out, "you can't take without giving"10 – something very few deviants seem to remember.

"Do we come for the community to meet new people, appreciating and supporting other peoples art and sharing our own? Or are Groups simply used as a tool for more personal exposure? Groups mean different things to different people, and as such get different things out of it. But Groups can be so much more rewarding and in-depth than just being one more place to post and run. Groups can become a supportive community to it's fellow artists. It is whatever you make it to be."11

The groups platform is an incredible achievement, and it is not without reason that it has become one of the most widely used features on deviantART. But perhaps we need to reconsider our priorities for using groups.

These two news articles were intentionally posted at the dawn of a new year, and a new decade in deviantART's existence. It's time to change.
Let's make this community the best it's ever been.
About a month ago, I posted two polls: What is most important to you? and What is the main reason you use the groups platform?
With the help of several deviants and groups, I gathered almost 4,000 votes. The high number of participants gave me a close look into the priorities of the deviantART community – one that I would like to share.

Without further ado, here is what I discovered by asking, "What is most important to you?

The majority of deviants – about 60% – prefer comments over :+fav:s or page views. There are two main reasons for this:
  1. It means that another artist took the time to look at their artwork in detail, and
  2. it gives them the opportunity to develop their skills by learning what worked and what didn't.
They weren't talking about just any comments. Almost all of the deviants who commented on the polls said they preferred detailed comments and critique more than anything. As ~tursiops33 lightly put it, "Good, long, constructive comments are the best!"1 !antauris-shadow wrote that she prefers, "what actually helps me as an artist."2

For a lot of deviants, such as ~falakalak, getting critique is one of the main reasons they joined deviantART in the first place.3 This website is unique in that it offers the chance to interact with other artists who can provide constructive feedback. We could get recognition in a lot of different places, but what other website boasts such a large and diverse community of artists? As `alltheoriginalnames said, "a little feedback does go along way for an aspiring artist."4

There is a very large population of deviants out there who want to to become better, and rely on detailed comments to improve their abilities.

As a quick anecdote, only 20% of the voters chose :+fav:s.

And this is where's where things start to fall apart. Through your own experience and browsing around deviantART, I assume you've noticed that the ratio between comments and :+fav:s does not reflect these statistics. One of my recent deviations had only received five comments when it reached 100 :+fav:s. As an artist, I found that frustrating. That I could appear to gain so much recognition, but actually benefit so little from the community.

`Itti made a good point when she said, "I believe that favs are something done for the benefit of the person making the favourite and comments are done for the benefit of the artist."5 A lot of deviants said they valued their own collections, hence the "fave and run" mentality. But the majority of the community would prefer a comment. As `OtisBee wrote, "comments by all means. pageviews and favs are just generated by clicks and don't really tell much about anything. but it's the comment that can really make me smile or get upset or make me think, make me improve and see things from another perspective."6 Why, then, are :+fav:s so much more common?

We all want to show appreciation - but we don't always feel we have the time, or the words, to write a comment.

And, for some deviants, recognition is important. :+fav:s and page views got almost 30% of the vote, which is not insignificant.

`alltheoriginalnames commented, "So many people get caught up in the numbers that they lose sight of why they are really here, the art."7 That is a real shame, in my opinion. And almost exactly the opposite of deviantART's purpose as a website.

Art is what this website is about. ~kamioto-furin said deviants should, "share their skills with other artists."8 deviantART shouldn't be about numbers or becoming the most popular, it should be about developing our talents and sharing our passion for art.

I've heard beautiful stories about the way deviantART used to be, back when it was a smaller community of only thousands of members. It's grown to become a network of over 13 million artists. Becoming known is hard, and all too often that becomes the priority. I'm not any better than the rest: I understand the desire to gain attention. But I am continually drawn to !bdwfh's comment: it's all about the art.9

In my opinion, our priorities have begun to shift away from our commonality – art – and focused on the divisive competition of gaining popularity, and Houston, we have a problem.

We're on the brink of a new year. I'm asking you to join me in re-focusing the deviantART experience. Make it about giving critique and supporting the artists themselves. Make it the community you want it to be.

I'd like to close with another quote from `alltheoriginalnames. "I do believe strongly in helping others gain more exposure, as it does help certain people. But for me in regards to my own artwork recognition is not important, just the creative process. And if someone else enjoys the end result of it, that's cool man. If not, oh well. It was still a great journey."10

deviantART is not perfect, but it has so much potential.

We are a unique community, united by art. Let's recognize that.

Dance your heart out.

Journal Entry: Tue Dec 21, 2010, 6:01 PM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


This is just a quick journal:

I'll post a real update on Friday, which is when my holidays start! I'll get caught up on deviantART during the holidays. I promise hope. :dalove:

There's a lot I want to tell you, but the biggest thing happened today. My school's PALS class – basically, the special education students – had it's Christmas celebration. There were kids there from each of the highschools in our school board.

I volunteered with the rest of the Student Council to help out at the celebration. We served food and all the regular stuff.
But the last part of the event was the best. They had a dance. We're talking about kids who don't go to regular school dances, who feel awkward dancing or actually physically can't dance. I was surprised that they'd have a dance, to be honest.

But then I realized that they were with a group of people that they felt comfortable with – that they understood each other. There was no awkwardness, no negativity at all. In fact it was one of the most positive things I've ever witnessed. I jumped right in there, dancing like crazy – but not dancing well, just dancing badly to make sure no one felt self-conscious – to give the room some extra energy.

... I cannot express what it felt like to be moving to the beat beside kids with the hugest smiles on their faces, because they were doing something that they almost never did – letting themselves be free, doing something that other kids did when they could not. Of course, I'm just guessing that's what they were feeling. I've never seen a happier bunch. They were so ... I don't even know ... proud of each other. So joyful.

There was one boy who stood a couple meters from me, copying my dance moves and grinning shyly. :faint:
Incredible.





deviantART :heart:s you.
But I :heart: you more.


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'Tis the season.

Journal Entry: Mon Dec 13, 2010, 11:23 AM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


Christmas is just what I needed.

Seriously. Christmas is slowly but steadily lightening my spirits. I'm writing this English class, where I'm bullshitting my way through a discussion about a book I haven't started. I just searched the book on Google and made an intelligent comment about characterization. :dummy:

I'm done the 4,000 word essay. :faint: I know all you university types out there are rolling your eyes at how much I stressed about it, but it could honestly make or break $4,000 in an entrance scholarship for my top choice. But my adviser says it's ace so I'll let it be, right?

I'm not much caught up in school, but :shrug: I'm getting there. I hope to get caught up in time for the holidays, so I can spend my time off with my family and, you know, doing stuff that I love. Like snowboarding. And reading by the fire.

My big brother ~ProvenParadox is home for a while. He's heading back to university to do a couple exams, and then coming back here for Christmas. :heart: We nearly killed my mom's ATV out in the forest, he helped me with my essay a bit, and we had a two-hour long snowball fight with ~WanderingHere yesterday. I love my family.

I also love deviantART at this time of the year.

#theWrittenRevolution's anniversary was even better than I hoped. :eager: The chat event was incredible (thank you !GwenavhyeurAnastasia for being there), and all of the new projects are getting fantastic support.
If you want to know what's what, check out the news article: One Year Later

And for all of you that have been reading #theWrittenRevolution articles that I post, I suggest you take a gander at ~WrittenRevolt, the account with which we'll be posting news and that sort of thing from now on. :salute:

#theWrittenRevolution is the reason I'm always behind in messages. :shakefist: It almost always takes priority. Just they way it is. :shrug:
Right now I've got over 200 comments alone. But I'm working on it. And ~Nym226 is the best person ever. :aww:



Also I'm working on the news article about the polls; I'll post it at the new year.
And I haven't submitted any art in a while. I have two written pieces in progress, hopefully to be finished during the holidays, okay?

SPEAKING OF WHICH.
:iconjonathoncomfortreed: <- I've joined the rave, thanks to the wonderful `MyntKat. :heart: When I switch my avatar back, it'll be something completely new. I think I'll re-do my CSS, too.

Also, I know my journal posting abruptly stopped, and I wanted to post more often but I felt guilty submitting a new journal when I hadn't replied to all the comments on the old one. :no: I promise I'll post at least once more before Christmas, okay?

deviantART :heart:s you.
But I :heart: you more.


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I said the other day to Kay how I never ceased to be amazed at how nice Gallery Moderators are. Always. :faint:
!GwenavhyeurAnastasia and `MyntKat deserve some love right about now. :dalove:
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You might remember #theWrittenRevolution's One Week In and One Month In news articles. Well, here we are, one year later.

:iconthewrittenrevolution:

In one year, over 4,300 writers have joined the revolution, with more than 100,000 page views and 11,000 submissions to the gallery. We're the largest literature group on deviantART, and one of the most active groups on the charts.

Some groups tend to stagnate after they've been around for a while. Some groups' admins lose interest in the project.
If there's one thing we can promise, it's that that will never happen to #theWrittenRevolution. We've turned our one year anniversary into a time of rebirth. The last couple of weeks have been full of new undertakings and we're going to continue to set these ideas aflame throughout December.

These are some of our latest projects designed to integrate the group further into the deviantART literature community and throughout the web.



Networks

#theWrittenRevolution can now be found on several social networking sites, including Facebook, Twitter and even Youtube.
What does this mean for you? Apart from joining/following our account, we invite you to send us a note or comment on anything you want promoted. Doesn't matter what, doesn't matter when. Just include the important details and a link if necessary, and it'll be promoted to hundreds of followers outside of deviantART.

Literature News Blog

The 'Literature News' blog will replace our 'Affiliates' blog and focus on promoting all events and news related to deviantART's literature community. Again, send us a note or comment if you have something to be advertized.  Several admins will also be on the prowl to compile and share the latest happenings in the literature community. Look for the blog to be created soon!

tWR Mentorship Project

One of the main purposes for #theWrittenRevolution is to help writers develop their work and improve their skills. We have created mentorship project designed to connect each participant to another member, either to teach or learn (or both), as well as to build upon this group's base of helpful critique. Sound interesting? You have until January 2011 to sign up here.

Prompts

This was an idea suggested by members themselves: We’ll post a writing prompt, such as a quote or song, every couple of weeks or so. Even if you're not a member of the group, we encourage you to participate and get inspired!



That's all for now! Stay tuned to #theWrittenRevolution for future updates.

Also, as a side note: this is the last #theWrittenRevolution news article you'll read posted by me. From now on, we'll be operating out of ~WrittenRevolt, the group's new deviantART account. :salute:


from #theWrittenRevolution Administrators:
=jonathoncomfortreed, ~cherrichan13, ~bleusman, =HtBlack
!ru-kitsuneJ, ~IndigoSkyes, ~WanderingHere, ~Nym226, ~daithe, ~CartheInsane, and ~MetalMagpie

I'll get through it...

Journal Entry: Tue Nov 23, 2010, 11:26 AM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


... I hope.

I've still got a lot on my mind, and I've been feeling pretty upset lately. I had a pretty bad day yesterday but I'm feeling a bit better now, so this journal won't be as depressing as I planned.

That's good, right? :shrug:

There's some things that are really bringing me down, but I won't tell you all of them because that would probably just make me sad again. I'm worried about =HtBlack, stressed about school, and my friends are getting frustrated with me for being … bitter, for lack of a better word. More and more often I find they continually distract to me. :roll: I want to maintain my 96% average. I want a future; is that so hard to ask?

I had thought that this intense focus on school and other stuff would all be over by mid-December, but I think it'll probably be like this until the Christmas holidays. Some of these projects just feel so huge that I can't imagine how I'll get past them.
I do have some good things to look forward to, which is good neh?

I kind of expected this.

But I'm not really enjoying it, for the most part. I'm just trying to get through it, you know? :faint:
… life.

Briefly, some deviantART stuff:




I've got one of the best ideas that I've ever had for a written piece, but I don't feel like I have the energy to write it. :hmm: It's hard to explain.


Also, :manhug: to my friend Brit, !ru-kitsuneJ, who's feeling pretty much the same way I am. Send him some :love: for me.


deviantART :heart:s you.
But I :heart: you more.


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~WinterSmith-Angel read and commented on all of my literature deviations. :faint: Incredible, I know. :heart:

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It feels so good (and so bad).

Journal Entry: Mon Nov 15, 2010, 9:22 PM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


I competed internationally.

I attended TEDxIBYork, and was one of 13 chosen speakers in an international competition. I didn't win, but it was an amazing experience.

Me at TEDxIBYork

They might put my entire presentation online, I'm not sure.
In the meantime, take a look at a teaser video.

The world can be so inspirational. :faint: It was absolutely incredible.



And I had the best weekend.

I got home from the event in Toronto at midnight, got home at one and then went to school before being picked up to go to a youth retreat with about fifty other youth of the United Church of Canada.
:omfg: Let me be blunt. These are some of my favourite people in the entire world. They are literally the most fun, inspiring and energetic teens I know, and I wouldn't be the same without them.

:heart: ~WanderingHere ~marikob-k ~fire-wind-wisdom

I spent most of the weekend with those wonderful girls ^ and a twelve-year-old boy named Aaron. :dummy: I love them all to pieces.

The theme of the youth retreat was consumerism and it's environmental and social effects. Nothing I hadn't already learned in Geography class, and all very depressing.


To be honest with you, my last week has really been a storm of inspiration and depression, energy and stress. :faint: I have a lot of major stuff that needs to be done in the next month and I feel like I might be unraveling.
Oh, on the bright side, I discovered that doing art in class helps me stay awake during lectures. :thumbsup: Which is good.

Shout out to ~marikob-k, who gave me watercolours for my birthday (maybe you'll see some traditional art in the future, when I have time), and ~Nym226, who is unbelievably caring. :tighthug:


deviantART :heart:s you.
But I :heart: you more.


Features
~MichaelShapcott is one of my favourite traditional artists. His portraits are extremely impressive.

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I completely forgot to tell you!

Journal Entry: Sat Nov 6, 2010, 7:29 AM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


Goodness gracious!

Those of you who have been with me for a while will remember all of the computer problems I've been through. Multiple hard drive failures, a motherboard failure, screen problem, and most recently a broken fan and optical drive failure.
:roll: Unbelievable, I know.

Well none of that matters right now, because Apple has replaced my computer. For free. No more problems! :dummy:
I'm not overcome with gratitude, really, because it's nothing more than I deserve. But still, Apple has a better rep in my mind. :thumbsup: I couldn't be more pleased.

Also, I recently downloaded Adobe Creative Suite 5. No, not legally. Questionable ethics, but I don't think a company with profits soaring to almost a billion dollars will mind. :shrug: I'd previously had just Photoshop and Fireworks, but I wanted Dreamweaver and just decided to go whole hog and get it all. :thumbsup:

Yes, it's the weekend.

I woke up really early this morning to help get sheep in the truck. Then I just stayed awake.
I watched the sun break over the horizon, illuminating the eastern forest and the frost on the ground.

You could not ask for a better world.





deviantART :heart:s you.
But I :heart: you more.


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Chambard&eacute;.

Journal Entry: Mon Nov 1, 2010, 8:10 PM
deviantART Journal of Jon Reed


Je suis chambardé encore.

The title of this journal is a silly memory of mine. Basically, while I was in Gaspé, I read the word "chambardé" and I asked what it meant. And the girl I was talking to was the one who spoke very little English, so she attempted to explain it in French. To make a long story short, there is no direct translation to English for it, and its meaning can vary depending on its context. But the long, drawn-out explanation (all in French) was absolutely hysterical. At one point I had three French women chattering away in loud French, trying to decide how to best explain it. And they got really excited about it, jumping up and down and trying to act it out. :XD:

In this case, it means overloaded or ... bombarded. :confused: It's hard to explain.

Well, deviantART.

I'm back after leaving for a while to get a bunch of things accomplished. I'm doing my best to deal with an extremely hectic schedule. And an extremely hectic deviantART.

I really haven't gotten beyond my inbox in a long time. :shakefist: I've been working through it tonight, but I still have around 100 comments, 250 replies and 13 notes to which I have not responded. I'm really sorry that I seem so reserved these days. I mean, I don't have the time to post critiques or suggest DDs or things like that. It seems like I'm not doing anything, I think, but in all truth I'm trying to wade through the chaos of my message system. :faint:

BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I WANT YOU TO STOP TALKING TO ME.
I was worried that in posting this journal people would be like, :noes: oh, I guess I shouldn't bother him. Do not misunderstand me, I love being able to communicate with so many other artists, and the relationships that I've formed and am forming with all of you amazing deviants. Please don't think I'm ignoring you if my reply is two weeks late. I value you. More than you know.
:dalove:

I wouldn't be here if I didn't love every single moment I spend on deviantART.



:heart: How are you all feeling?

deviantART :heart:s you.
But I :heart: you more.


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Out of guilt that I haven't been active enough in the literature community, here's `GaioumonBatou's October's literature Daily Deviations (I'll do another GM next month):
Dressed To KillDeath need not appear in funeral wear
no drapes of gothic silk should
shroud that impish frame -
folds and furls about her curl
the shade of coal,
the shape of pain.

She little cares
if these threads be spun from silver sun
or lilac moon, his blushing colour drained,
her kiss shall fall from spider lips
dewy - crystalline.

So dressed in shuddering scenes of life
a blooming flower - a dying flame,
she treads the patterned tiles of fate
to still the blood
within our veins.
EnvyMaiden.

The space between us is slant rhyme,
Burning-in, saturation, and exposure time,
Ink curves he drew from a lead line,
The way his fingers fit in yours,
Instead of mine.

Mother.

You are difficult to hone, granite.
I am prone to severing.
You are a vestige made of stone
That I could never be.

Crone.

Are you what is happening to me?
Rain and gravity have
Weathered the weaker parts
They leave you standing
Strong, a pyramid, a mountain.
I am haunted: a cliff, daunted
By the sea.
:thumb180403867::thumb182123487: For Your ConsiderationConsider this:
We're going to go on a date, nothing fancy. Perhaps a burger and movie. Afterwards, I will let you walk me home, or vice-versa. There will be no touching, we will remain as pure as driven snow for this night, this glorious evening which will consist of red checker table cloths, Italian food (we nixed the burger idea, or we will at any rate. Linguini with mushrooms and white wine sauce is a little more elegant, wouldn't you say? Lady and the Tramp, they knew where it was at - we'll just push it up a notch) and coffee, followed by an action movie, any action movie, any movie will do. Consider that.

Rewind:
We met in a cloudy b
Night boatI'm late for the theatre. Luca guiding us
down still lanes, I recline, dip a hand;
cool, sunless flow. Bleached palaces
pass, lovely homes of merchant sires.
In a damp brume, the night is falling.
My departure was recorded by spies,
Luca says, off to alert their masters
the lord-in-exile has left his quarters.
Lanterns lit, we are crossing the city.
There's a monotony to these streets
I don't dislike, and it keeps off tourists.
I shall probably stay the winter over,
though the local girls (and boys) are
not to my taste. But from what future
have I tumbled? My modern heart
backwater-bound. Drinks aboard.
Tonight,
For Nelson MandelaIn this cup, I once held the world;
you were so tiny, skin like starlight
against my worn and tired hands.
In the years and the hate,
I could not always keep you
close. I gave my life
to piercing the darkness
and you, cupped in these hands,
you gave me light. You forged
my knees straight and standing
when I wanted them to buckle. This world
I have tried to build
for you
is suddenly empty -
these cracked fingers, once etching
the course of the river of history,
no longer hold water.
For Nelson MandelaIn this cup, I once held the world;
you were so tiny, skin like starlight
against my worn and tired hands.
In the years and the hate,
I could not always keep you
close. I gave my life
to piercing the darkness
and you, cupped in these hands,
you gave me light. You forged
my knees straight and standing
when I wanted them to buckle. This world
I have tried to build
for you
is suddenly empty -
these cracked fingers, once etching
the course of the river of history,
no longer hold water.
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  • Mood: Rage

Love me.

:heart:

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy
And sad of eye
But very wise
Was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return"

– "Nature Boy" by Nat King Cole

Journal History

What's your favourite part of making art? 

41%
66 deviants said The feel of creative potential when you start imagining an idea.
33%
53 deviants said The energy in the process. Like adrenaline.
22%
35 deviants said The finished product.
5%
8 deviants said Something else (leave a comment).

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