Saturday, July 9, 2016
My real-life person just stumbled home from a vacation, and I have that crusty feeling about me, that "what did I eat and drink for the past three days, again?" and, "Did I accidentally use the floor mat as a towel?" and, "Why is every bed in creation less comfortable than my own?" My avvie is mirroring the hot mess I am IRL. OK she probably looks a lot more put together.
It was a great trip, however, and I got to walk in places that reminded me a lot of Second Life. I went to Tampa Bay and explored the Riverwalk there, several miles of beautifully lit rainbow walkways on the water, under bridges lit from beneath in blankets of shifting colors, past well-maintained parks and a city pulling itself out of suburban sprawl and recentralizing. I do love good urban planning!
Also when I returned, I saw that there was a group gift availabile from ~silentsparrow~, this neatly framed art version of the FLF fox tattoo. It matches the rainbow bookshelf, a past group gift, very well, so it's enlivening my living room even now. The jars on the shelves are from Schadenfreude, "treasured memories" for Collabor88.
Foxlove - Original Art by hyasynth Tiramisu (group gift)
Meliae Bookcase (Rainbow) Purple ~silentsparrow~ (group gift)
Schadenfreude Caged Bonsai (group gift)
Schadenfreude Glass Bird Clip Ornament (Peacock)
Schadenfreude Memories of Love
Schadenfreude Memories of the Sea
Schadenfreude Memories of Night (freed), lit
Illusions Ibex horns
Plastik Ataciara makeup in cranberry / bloodless eyes / lip stripe
fashionably dead Goddess Necklace light
Blueberry Jocelyn Knotted Top in white
Hair Lamb Bobbi in ombre/eccentric
Eclectica antique glasses - half-rimmed
White Widow Mocha tattoo
Pink Fuel Doll skin in Vamp
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
So many things I had to remember. Like how to composite photos -- if you look closely, I screwed it up. Also, I'm wearing armwarmers because the skin appliers wouldn't work with the old version of these hands. Funny, right? All the things you have to learn again when you've stepped out of the universe for a while.
I've been peeking through your photos, though. Everyone is still amazing, so creative, giving life and illumination to this strange world we sometimes inhabit.
Dress: -Tres Blah- Celine in leather for C88
Skin: Pink Fuel Doll V2 in Vamp - Pure
Hair: Exile Morning Glory in Fantasy 2 color
Boots: Lassitude & Ennui Bernadotte boots in steampunk black
Wings: Schadenfreude scary witch wings
Necklace: Schadenfreude wild hart necklace
Horns Bad Juju light my way horns in Quartz
Eyebrows: MIA14 green and pink brows
Lips: MIA14 peachy lips
Armwarmers: Greymoon corsetted leather armwarmers
Piercings: .:ellabella:. Beta Level (mouth)
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
We keep missing each other in Second Life. I'll log in, say hello, and then get a message hours later that says something poetic like, "I was outside playing in the rain!" Anyway, since it's been a while, I curiously poked through your public profile. I saw that your Second Life store's physical space is no longer active (aw), but that you are still selling via Marketplace (yay). I also saw that you had a sim pinned to your picks -- for the sim Everwinter (SLURL).
So I went, because you are always discerning about what to wear in Second Life, and what to do when you're not shopping or creating. I hopped over to the sim and thought, ahh, a grimdark amusement park based upon real life, yeah, it's beautiful and morbid. I guess Second Life is like that, eh? It's a weird space that lets people remain fixed in time, if they want to be. It lets people move on if they want to move on, too. Like, mom jeans, for example. The European stores like Milk Motion were making mom jeans three years ago, and the US shops are finally catching up.
(Mom jeans are horrible for people with short torsos. Please move back toward the low-waisted trend, humanity.)
And so I'm catching up to you a year after this sim's been out. I'm sure everyone knows the story. The sim is based on the Pripyat amusement park in the Ukraine, one that never got to open because four days before opening day, the nuclear reactor at Chernobyl blew. The sim is a historic, realistic justification for rebreathers and lifeless ferris wheels, and a fascinating exploration into the melancholia of decay.
I've been there, recently. Haunted by the passage of time, even when my avatar's inventory is like a romp backward through memories of Second Life past. So this was an excellent reminder that technology persists. The thread of electricity running through the abandoned town of Pripyat is a reminder of the nuclear energy that gave it life -- and death. The spectres of people are frozen ghosts. The carrion birds are the only things alive.
Er, so, anyway. Let's go get some virtual tea sometime and chat!
Sunday, July 3, 2016
As readers of this blog since two-thousand-*cough* know, my real-life human lives in Orlando, about five miles away from Pulse. Maybe it was this that caused me to seek online spaces again, as I still meditate on the horrific actions that took place not far from me.
Yeah, it impacted me. Orlando is a small town, and Pulse's custodian was over at my house the morning after it happened -- in shock and trembling that he was still alive.
I still don't know what to think about it, but it kicked my activism up a notch. I'm writing about it in whatever world I step into, real or second. And I was touched to see a Pulse event taking place in SL. I'm wearing Junbug's dress for the event, and you can go check it out in person over here.
Dress: Junbug Victoriana in Blush at the Pulse memorial
Hair: fashionably Dead Jupiter Bun in dark ombre 4
Skin: Plastik Summer Markings Freckled Skin
Horns: Plastik Living Light Horns in heaven
Melissa Etheridge wrote and performed the song "Pulse" recently, for Orlando. I can't listen to the song because it breaks my heart all over again, but the lyrics are perceptive. Lack of self-acceptance slew 49 people in Orlando, and self-acceptance is truly the work of a lifetime.