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gyrfalki: ON, gyrfalcon, falco rusticolus. Largest of the falcons, and basically a greying, angry chicken with bad table manners and a penchant for desolate wild places.

Once upon a time the digital world was smaller, the people kinder, the jokes funnier. I've bounced around various networks for more than half my life, and now seem to be here, on a hilltop cemetery where the tombstones read Yahoo, ICQ, AOL, MSN, and a thousand others. You can hear the red hawk's whistle and taste the bitter salt of the dead networks. I was there when they commercialized all of them for the worse, when we were people trying to connect to people, and not a commodity in a marketplace.

Father, brother, son; emigrant, immigrant, hetero, leftist from the pre-pronoun dark ages, when catfish swam undiscovered in the depths, and the horizons were vast and featureless, we created a digital Wild West and they sold it out from under us. Labelled as a weird species of anarcho-socialist who thinks the capitalist democracy experiment failed and we need to do better.

I've overcome a lot to get here, but I'm not sure where here is or if it's time to keep moving. But I'm liking the early-LJ vibes and making a place to call mine.