Monday, 30 November 2009

The Companion, the complete story.......

ONCE on a time there was a farmer's son who dreamt that he was to marry a princess far, far out in the world. She was as red and white as milk and blood, and so rich there was no end to her riches. When he awoke he seemed to see her still standing bright and living before him, and he thought her so sweet and lovely that his life was not worth having unless he had her too. So he sold all he had, and set off into the world to find her out.

He went far, and farther than far, and about winter he came to a land where all the highroads lay right straight on end; there wasn't a bend in any of them. When he wandered on and on for a quarter of a year he came to a town, and outside the church door lay a big block of ice, in which there stood a dead body, and the whole parish spat on it as they passed by to church. The lad wondered at this, and when the priest came out of church he asked him what it all meant.
"It is a great wrong-doer," said the priest. "He has been executed for his ungodliness and set up there to be mocked and spat on."
"But what was his wrong-doing?" asked the lad.
"When he was alive here he was a vintner," said the priest, "and he mixed water with his wine."
The lad thought that no such dreadful sin.
"Well," he said, "after he had atoned for it with his life, you might as well have let him have Christian burial and peace after death."
But the priest said that could not be in any wise, for there must be folk to break him out of the ice, and money to buy a grave from the church. Then the gravedigger must be paid for digging the grave, and the sexton for tolling the bell, and the clerk for singing the hymns, and the priest for sprinkling dust over him.
"Do you think now there would be anyone who would be willing to pay all this for an executed sinner?"
Yes," said the lad. "If he could only get him buried in Christian earth, he would be sure to pay for his funeral ale out of his scanty means."
Even after that the priest hemmed and hawed; but when the lad came with two witnesses, and asked him right out in their hearing if he could refuse to sprinkle dust over the corpse, he was forced to answer that he could not.
So they broke the vintner out of the block of ice, and laid him in Christian earth, and they tolled the bell and sang hymns over him, and the priest sprinkled dust over him, and they drank his funeral ale till they wept and laughed by turns. But when the lad had paid for the ale he hadn't many pence left in his pocket.

He set off on his way again, but he hadn't got far before a man overtook him and asked if he didn't think it dull work walking on all alone.
No, the lad did not think it dull. "I have always something to think about," he said.
Then the man asked if he wouldn't like to have a servant.
"No," said the lad; "I am wont to be my own servant; therefore I have need of none. And even if I wanted one ever so much, I have no means to get one, for I have no money to pay for his food and wages."
"You do need a servant, that I know better than you," said the man, "and you have need of one whom you can trust in life and death. If you won't have me as a servant, you may take me as your companion. I give you my word I will stand you in good stead, and it shan't cost you a penny. I will pay my own fare, and as for food and clothing, you shall have no trouble about them."
Well, on those terms he was willing enough to have him as his companion. After that they travelled together, and the man for the most part went on ahead and showed the lad the way.

After they had travelled on and on from land to land, over hill and wood, they came to a steep mountain spur. There the companion went up and knocked, and bade them open the door; and the rock opened sure enough, and when they got inside the hill, up came an old witch with a chair and asked them, "Be so good as to sit down. No doubt you are weary."
"Sit on it yourself," said the man. So she was forced to take her seat, and as soon as she sat down she stuck fast, for the chair was such that it let no one loose that came near it. Meanwhile they went about inside the hill, and the companion looked round till he saw a sword hanging over the door. That he would have, and if he got it he told the old witch that he might let her loose out of the chair.
"Nay, nay," she screeched out; "ask me anything else. Anything else you may have, but not that, for it is my Three-Sister Sword; we are three sisters who own it together."
"Very well; then you may sit there till the end of the world," said the man. But when she heard that, she said he might have it. He took the sword and went off with it, and after a while the stool set her free.
When they had gone far, far away over naked mountains and wide wastes, they came to another steep mountain spur. There, too, the companion knocked and bade them open the door, and the same thing happened as happened before; the rock opened, and when they had got a good way into the hill another old witch came up to them with a chair and begged them to sit down. "You may well be weary," she said.
"Sit down yourself," said the companion. And so she fared as her sister had fared; she did not dare to say nay, and as soon as she sat down on the chair she stuck fast. Meanwhile the lad and his companion went about in the hill, and the man broke open all the chests and drawers till he found what he sought, and that was a golden ball of yarn. That he set his heart on, and he promised the old witch to set her free if she would give him the golden ball. She said he might take all she had, but that she could not part with; it was her Three-Sister Ball. But when she heard that she should sit there till doomsday unless he got it, she said he might take it all the same if he would only set her free. So the companion took the golden ball, and left her sitting where she sat till the stool suddenly let her go.
So on they went for many days, over waste and wood, till they came to a third steep mountain spur. There all went as it had gone twice before. The companion knocked, the rock opened, and inside the hill an old witch came up, and asked them to sit on her chair, they must be tired. But the companion said again, "Sit on it yourself," and there she sat. They had not gone through many rooms before they saw an old hat which hung on a peg behind the door. That the companion must and would have; but the old witch couldn't part with it. It was her Three-Sister Hat, and if she gave it away, all her luck would be lost. But when she heard that she would have to sit there till the end of the world unless he got it, she said he might take it if he would only let her loose. When the companion had got well hold of the hat, he went off, and bade her sit there for some time more, like the rest of her sisters, and so she did till the stool set her free after some time.
After a long, long time, they came to a sound; then the companion took the ball of yarn and threw it so hard against the rock on the other side of the stream, that it bounded back, and after he had thrown it backwards and forwards a few times it became a bridge. On that bridge they went over the sound, and when they reached the other side, the man bade the lad to be quick and wind up the yarn again as soon as he could, for, said he
"If we don't wind it up quick, all those witches will come after us, and tear us to bits."
So the lad wound and wound with all his might and main, and when there was no more to wind than the very last thread, up came the old witches on the wings of the wind. They flew to the water so that the spray rose before them, and snatched at the end of the thread. But they could not quite get hold of it, and so they were drowned in the sound.

When they had gone on a few days farther, the companion said, "Now we are soon coming to the castle where she is, the princess that you dreamt of. When we get there, you must go in and tell the king what you dreamt, and what it is you are seeking."
So when they reached it he did what the man told him, and was very heartily welcomed. He had a room for himself and another for his companion. They were to live in them, and when dinner-time drew near, he was bidden to dine at the king's own table. As soon as ever he set eyes on the princess he knew her at once, and saw it was the one he had dreamt to be his bride. Then he told her his business, and she answered that she liked him well enough, and would gladly have him, but first he must undergo three trials. So when they had dined she gave him a pair of golden scissors, and said
"The first test is that you must take these scissors and keep them, and give them to me at midday tomorrow. It is not so very great a trial, I fancy," she said, and made a face, "but if you can't stand it you lose your life; that is the law, and so you will be drawn and quartered, and your body will be stuck on stakes, and your head over the gate, just like those lovers of mine, whose skulls and skeletons you see outside the king's castle."
"That is no such great art," thought the lad.
But the princess was so merry and mad, and flirted so much with him that he forgot all about the scissors and himself, and while they played and sported, she stole the scissors away from him without his knowing it.
When he went up to his room at night, and told how he had fared, and what she had said to him, and about the scissors she gave him to keep, the companion said, "Of course you have the scissors safe and sure?"
Then he searched in all his pockets, but there were no scissors, and the lad was in a sad way when he found them wanting.
"Well, well!" said the companion; "I'll see if I can't get you the scissors again."
With that he went down into the stable, and there stood a big, fat billy goat that belonged to the princess, and it was of that breed that it could fly many times faster through the air than it could run on land. He took the Three-Sister Sword and gave it a stroke between the horns, and said, "When rides the princess to see her lover tonight?"
The billy goat baaed and said it dared not say, but when it had another stroke, it said the princess was coming at eleven o'clock. Then the companion put on the Three-Sister Hat, and all at once he became invisible, and so he waited for her. When she came, she took and rubbed the billy goat with an ointment that she had in a great horn, and said, "Away, away, over roof-tree and steeple, over land, over sea, over hill, over dale, to my true love who waits for me in the mountain tonight."
At the very moment that the goat set off, the companion threw himself on behind, and away they went like a blast through the air. They were not long on the way, and in a trice they came to a cross-mountain. There she knocked, and so the goat passed through the mountain to the troll, her lover.
"Now, my dear," she said, "a new lover is come, whose heart is set on having me. He is young and handsome, but I will have no other than you," and so she coaxed and petted the troll.
"So I set him a trial, and here are the scissors he was to watch and keep; now you keep them," she said.
So the two laughed heartily, just as though they had the lad already on wheel and stake.
"Yes, yes!" said the troll; "I'll keep them safe enough."
"And I shall sleep on the bride's white arm, while ravens round his skeleton swarm."
And so he laid the scissors in an iron chest with three locks. But just as he dropped them into the chest, the companion snapped them up. Neither of them could see him, for he had on the Three-Sister Hat. And so the troll locked up the chest for nothing, and he hid the keys he had in the hollow eye-tooth in which he had the toothache. There it would be hard work for anyone to find them, the troll thought.
When midnight was passed, she set off home again. The companion got up behind the goat, and they lost no time on the way back.
Next day, about noon, the lad was asked down to the king's board; but then the princess gave herself such airs, and was so high and mighty that she would scarce look towards the side where the lad sat. After they had dined, she dressed her face in holiday garb and said as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth,
"Maybe you have those scissors which I begged you to keep yesterday?"
"Oh, yes, I have," said the lad, "and here they are," and with that he pulled them out, and drove them into the board till it jumped again. The princess could not have been more vexed had he driven the scissors into her face. But for all that she made herself soft and gentle, and said,
"Since you have kept the scissors so well, it won't be any trouble to you to keep my golden ball of yarn. Take care you give it me tomorrow at noon. But if you have lost it, you shall lose your life on the scaffold. That is the law."
The lad thought that an easy thing, so he took and put the golden ball into his pocket. But she started to play and flirt with him again, so that he forgot both himself and the golden ball, and while they were at the height of their games and pranks, she stole it from him, and sent him off to bed.
Then when he came up to his bedroom and told what they had said and done, his companion asked,
"Of course you have the golden ball she gave you?"
"Yes, yes," said the lad, and felt in his pocket where he had put it. But no, there was no ball to be found, and he fell again into such an ill mood, and knew not which way to turn.
"Well, well! Bear up a bit," said the companion. "I'll see if I can lay hands on it;" and with that he took the sword and hat and strode off to a smith and got twelve pounds of iron welded on to the back of the sword-blade. Then he went down to the stable and gave the billy goat a stroke between his horns so that the brute went head over heels, and he asked,
"When does the princess ride to see her lover tonight?"
"At twelve o'clock," baaed the billy goat.
So the companion put on the Three-Sister Hat again, and waited till she came, tearing along with her horn of ointment, and greased the billy goat. Then she said, as she had said the first time,
"Away, away, over roof-tree and steeple, over land, over sea, over hill, over dale, to my true love who waits for me in the mountain tonight."
In a trice they were off, and the companion threw himself on behind the billy goat, and away they went like a blast through the air. In the twinkling of an eye they came to the troll's hill, and, when she had knocked three times, they passed through the rock to the troll who was her lover.
"Where did you hide the golden scissors I gave you yesterday, my darling?" cried out the princess. "My wooer had it and gave it back to me."
"That was quite impossible," said the troll, for he had locked it up in a chest with three locks and hidden the keys in the hollow of his eye-tooth. But when they unlocked the chest and looked for it, the troll had no scissors in his chest.
So the princess told him how she had given her suitor her golden ball.
"And here it is," she said; "for I took it from him again without his knowing it. But what shall we hit on now, since he is master of such craft?"
Well, the troll hardly knew; but after they had thought a bit, they made up their minds to light a large fire and burn the golden ball; and so they would be cocksure that he could not get at it. But, just as she tossed it into the fire, the companion stood ready and caught it, and neither of them saw him, for he wore the Three-Sister Hat.
When the princess had been with the troll a little while and it began to grow towards dawn, she set off home again. The companion got up behind her on the goat, and they got back fast and safe.
Next day, when the lad was bidden down to dinner, the companion gave him the ball. The princess was even more high and haughty than the day before, and after they had dined, she perked up her mouth, and said in a dainty voice,
"Perhaps it is too much to look for that you should give me back my golden ball, which I gave you to keep yesterday?"
"Is it?" said the lad. "You shall soon have it. Here it is, safe enough;" and as he said that he threw it down on the table so hard that it shook again. And as for the king, he gave a jump high up into the air.
The princess got as pale as a corpse, but she soon came to herself again, and said in a sweet, small voice,
"Well done, well done!" Now he had only one more trial left, and it was this:
"If you are so clever as to bring me what I am now thinking of by dinner-time tomorrow, you shall win me, and have me to wife."
That was what she said.
The lad felt like one doomed to death, for he thought it quite impossible to know what she was thinking about, and still harder to bring it to her. And so, when he went up to his bedroom, it was hard work to comfort him at all. His companion told him to be easy; he would see if he could get the right end of the stick this time too, as he had done twice before. So the lad at last took heart, and lay down to sleep.
Meanwhile, the companion went to the smith and got twenty-four pounds of iron welded on to his sword. When that was done, he went down to the stable and let fly at the billy goat between the horns with such a blow that he went right head over heels against the wall.
"When does the princess ride to her lover tonight?" he asked.
"At one o'clock," baaed the billy goat.
So when the hour drew near, the companion stood in the stable with his Three-Sister Hat on; and, when she had greased the goat and uttered the same words that they were to fly through the air to her true love who was waiting for her in the mountain, off they went again on the wings of the wind. And all the while the companion sat behind.
But he was not light-handed this time; for every now and then he gave the princess a slap so that he almost beat the breath out of her body.
And when they came to the wall of rock, she knocked at the door. It opened, and they passed on into the mountain to her lover.
As soon as she got there, she fell to bewailing and was very cross, and said she never knew the air could deal such buffets; she almost thought that someone sat behind, someone who beat both the billy goat and herself. She was sure she was black and blue all over her body, such a hard flight had she had through the air.
Then she went on to tell how her lover had brought her the golden ball too. How it happened, neither she nor the troll could tell.
"But now do you know what I have hit on?"
No, the troll did not.
"Well," she went on, "I have told him to bring me what I was then thinking of by dinner-time tomorrow, and what I thought of was your head. Do you think he can get that, my darling?" said the princess, and began to fondle the troll.
"No, I don't think he can," said the troll. He would take his oath he couldn't; and then the troll burst out laughing and roared worse than any wild sailor, and both the princess and the troll thought the lad would be drawn and quartered, and that the crows would peck out his eyes before he could get the troll's head.
When it turned towards dawn, she had to set off home again; but she was afraid, she said, for she thought there was someone behind her, and so she was afraid to ride home alone. The troll must go with her on the way. Yes, the troll would go with her, and he led out his billy goat (for he had one that matched the one of the princess), and smeared it and greased it between the horns. And when the troll got up, the companion crept on behind, and so off they set through the air to the king's grange. But all the way the companion thrashed the troll and his billy goat, and gave them cut and thrust and thrust and cut with his sword till they got weaker and weaker, and at last were well on the way to sink down into the sea that they passed over. Now the troll thought it was the weather that was wild, and went right home with the princess up to the king's grange and stood outside to see that she got home safe and well. But just as she shut the door behind her, the companion struck off the troll's head and ran up with it to the lad's bedroom.
"Here is what the princess thought of," said he.
Well, they were merry and joyful, one may think, and when the lad was bidden down to dinner and they had dined, the princess was as lively as a lark.
"No doubt you have got what I thought of?" said she.
"Aye, aye; I have it," said the lad, and he tore it out from under his coat and threw it down on the table with such a thump that the table, trestles and all, was upset. As for the princess, she was as though she had been dead and buried. But she could not say that this was not what she was thinking of, and so now he was to have her to wife, as she had given her word. So they made a bridal feast, and there was drinking and gladness all over the kingdom.
But the companion took the lad aside and told him that he must just shut his eyes and sham sleep on the bridal night; but if he held his life dear and would listen to him, he wouldn't let a wink come over them till he had stripped her of her troll-skin, which had been thrown over her. But he must flog it off her with a rod made of nine new birch twigs, and he must tear it off her in three tubs of milk: First he was to scrub her in a tub of year-old whey, and then he was to scour her in the tub of buttermilk, and lastly he was to rub her in a tub of new milk. The birch twigs lay under the bed, and the tubs he had set in the corner of the room. Everything was ready to his hand.
The lad gave his word to do as he was bid, and to listen to him. So when they got into the bridal bed at even, the lad shammed as though he had given himself up to sleep. Then the princess raised herself up on her elbow and looked at him to see if he slept, and tickled him under the nose; but the lad slept on still. Then she tugged his hair and his beard; but he lay like a log, as she thought. After that she drew out a big butcher's knife from under the bolster, and was just going to hack off his head when the lad jumped up, dashed the knife out of her hand, and caught her by the hair. Then he flogged her with the birch rods, and wore them out on her till there was not a twig left. When that was over he tumbled her into the tub of whey, and then he got to see what sort of beast she was: she was black as a raven all over her body. But when he scrubbed her well in the whey, and scoured her with buttermilk, and rubbed her well in new milk, her troll-skin dropped off her, and she was fair and lovely and gentle; so lovely she had never looked before.
Next day the companion said they must set off home. The lad was ready enough, and the princess too, for her dower had been long waiting. In the night the companion fetched to the king's grange all the gold and silver and precious things which the troll had left behind him in the fell, and when they were ready to start in the morning the whole grange was so full of silver, and gold, and jewels, there was no walking without treading on them. That dower was worth more than all the king's land and realm, and they were at their wits' end to know how to carry it with them.
But the companion knew a way out of every strait. The troll left behind him six billy goats who could all fly through the air. Those he so laded with silver and gold that they were forced to walk along the ground, and had no strength to mount aloft and fly, and what the billy goats could not carry had to stay behind in the king's grange. So they travelled far and farther than far, but at last the billy goats got so footsore and tired they could not go another step. The lad and the princess knew not what to do; but when the companion saw they could not get on, he took the whole dower on his back and the billy goats a-top of it, and bore it all so far on that there was only half a mile left to the lad's home.
Then the companion said, "Now we must part. I can't stay with you any longer."
But the lad would not part from him; he would not lose him for much or little. Well, he went with them a quarter of a mile more, but farther he could not go. And when the lad begged and prayed him to go home and stay with him altogether, or at least as long as they had drunk his home-coming ale in his father's house, the companion said no, he could not do that.
Then the boy asked how to repay him for keeping him company and helping him.
If it was to be anything, it would be half of everything he got during the next five years, said the companion.
Yes, he should have it.

When the companion was gone, the lad laid together all his wealth in a safe place and went home without any baggage. Then they drank his home-coming ale till the news spread far and wide over seven kingdoms, and when they had got to the end of the feast, they had carting and carrying all the winter both with the billy goats and the twelve horses which his father had, before they got all that gold and silver safely carted home.
Five years later the companion returned for his share. By then the man had divided everything into two equal parts.
"But there is one thing you have not divided," said the companion.
"What is that?" said the man. "I thought I had divided everything."
You have got a child," said the companion. "You must divide that also in two."
That was true enough, so the man grasped his sword, but just as he lifted it to cleave the child in two, the companion seized the point of the sword from behind, so that he could not strike.
"Are you not glad that I stopped you from striking that blow?" he said.
"Yes, I have never been so glad in my life," said the man.
"Well, I was just as glad when you set me free from the block of ice," said the companion. "Keep everything you have! I don't need anything of it, for I am a soaring spirit," he said.

He was the vintner who had stood in the block of ice outside the church door, the one all spat on; and he had been his companion and helped him because he had given all he had to get him peace and rest in Christian earth.
"I had leave," he said, "to follow you a year," and that year was out when they parted the last time. Then he was allowed to see him one more time. But now he must part for good, for he heard the bells of heaven ringing for him.

The End.


The Companion

Yes, well....

"The Companion will open tomorrow at 1st of december 11AM SLT.

The Companion is a region build based on a norwegian folktale. It is always winter there, and follows the narrative structure of the folktale.

It is build by Soror Nishi and Miskat Qinan, based on a idea by Frigg Ragu.

Tonight - Monday - there will be a preview of the place from 11 AM SLT. You are mostly welcome to see the place and maybe you find me doing my last work to finish the place.

With best greetings from Frigg Ragu."


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This is my latest flower to go on sale at the shop....

It's called the Cappuccino Vine and natives use the beans to make a wonderful drink...

In other news, (lots of small bits)..... Magoo..... last chance to see over the next two days, I think it's going on Wednesday.

AND a new sim with work by Muskat Qinan, Frigg Ragu and myself, opens on Tuesday....details to follow.....

Bettina Tizzy is gonna be blogging for NWN.... thats great news... we all look forward to that, although I could suggest to Hamlet, not that he necessarily reads this rag..... that sometimes it's better not to post...

Cole Marie Soleil, one of the most all-round talented artists in SL is now offering her services as a video maker and will be taking commissions from interested parties.... here

Isabella Alphaville had a rocking party on Saturday which was attended by the famous and trendy.... it was a social highlight.

Alizarin Goldflake.... I blogged her new piece for Koinup... check it out...

....and......UWA, voting begins for the November People's Choice award.....

" UWA 3D Art & Design November People's Choice: The November People's Choice board is up - so come on over and vote for your favourite of the 58 (yes 58!) entries we have had in the imagine Challenge this month. Make sure you have a good look at each and every one of the Imagine entries and check out the Flagship builds via the TPs on the platform next to the landing area."

You will arrive

............. the Pseudonymity discussions continue......with supreme clarity on Botgirl's blog and a good piece by Lalo Telling...

no wonder I'm frazzled....hehehhehe...


Friday, 27 November 2009


We all use slightly loaded words to help convey a message or, as Noam Chomsky calls it, “manufacture consent”, and I do need to explain more fully my concern over the use of the word integrity in connection with the question of whether or not one decides to disclose RL names and circumstances of SL avatars (other worlds are available).

Botgirl’s words “Public pseudonymity IS compatible with the quest to live with integrity” started me on this particular path as I posted previously and thank you for your comments.....

The implication that integrity is increased through disclosure (not only here but in other recent postings by others) is the lie disguised as truth that I want to disagree with the most strongly.

The logical extrapolation being.... that publishing my photo, address and details of my breakfast makes me a more moral being.

Integrity, whether in relation to the Self, or to a piece or art like me, Soror, is the same, viz.. “ Integrity as a concept has to do with perceived consistency of actions, values, methods, measures, principles, expectations and outcome.”
If I decide to create an avatar in a VW I move into a new context. The integrity of that creation is compromised when my decisions and actions are taken out of context. That means, quite simply, that there is less integrity in an avatar that has been linked to a RL personality.

If the RL person is under the delusion that that increases their integrity, hmmm, well...interesting to ask why..

An anonymous commentator I thought to be particularly interesting in this discussion as it sort of justifies my concern. He (that may be a sexist assumption) demanded that I “come clean” and the assumption is obviously that pseudonymity is a dirty state of existence, transparency being morally commendable.

I think there is an underlying paranoia which has to do with the unknown. Jung was fascinated by the alchemists as he saw speculation about the unknown to be a near perfect state of ‘transference”., i.e. the individual transfers his fears and hopes onto the unknowable (for example, the future; in the case of the alchemists, matter) and in so doing reveals his/her psyche.

“We know what power you'd like too, but we're onto you now.;)” Well,this is pure transference. [My particular plans for world domination through the planting of flowers is not going so well that it warrants studying by a committee (unless “we” refers to the Royal pronoun and it is Prince Charles who is writing..)].... but this feeling of being watched by person or persons unknown, which is a short hop from religion and schizophrenia, is maybe a driving factor behind this particular persons fanaticism.

Now, it is not the fault of Islam that there are some fanatics who take extreme action, no more than it is any one particular person who is at fault for this disclosure fanaticism, but....I think it is time to stop spreading the idea that disclosure is more honourable.

...and I hope Lalo Telling won’t mind that I post these wise words as a ‘final word’....

“I think (to paraphrase Botgirl's blog post) we are ready to move past the navel-gazing stage of "Am I my avatar; is my avatar me?" and accept that the answer is "Yes." Names don't matter. Words and actions do, so let's look at how -- and why -- our presence in the Metaverse expresses us, how it changes us, how we change it, and what we want to do with that.”



Thursday, 26 November 2009

Pseudonymity AKA privacy.

When people all start agreeing with each other too much I get a bit nervous..... and that’s why I try to disagree with everyone, where at all possible...

I have been a keen follower of Botgirl’s blog since I first saw her work in September last year at New Caerleon. Her work on multiple identities and the psychology of virtual existence has been inspirational and helped me formulate my own thoughts on the subject.

Recently Botgirl has announced her RL name and status and caused a fair few post centered around the anonymity question. That is fair enough, that’s her privilege. To me it was a bit like Gandalf in the Lord of the Rings turning to camera and saying..”My real name is actually Ian.” It did nothing for me.

I am very bored of blogs where articles about SL people add their AKA’s. Like.... “Baggins Frogspawn, AKA Maria Rabinowitz, is now...bla bla bla....” (both names are fictional before you run to Search, tho Maria will probably sue...).

There are two main reasons for this... firstly I have enough trouble remembering one set of names (my bio-RAM is overloaded and no implant/upgrade available..) let alone two. I have friends on Facebook (which is really boring the pants off me at the Wars and Stupid Farms are not what I want to spent my time doing or how I want my personal info spread in hyperspace...) yes...friends on Facebook who I don’t know...too many names, too much info...

Secondly... the suspension of disbelief is fully respected in film, theatre, puppet shows (big in some cultures) and fiction, why is it not as accepted in SL?

The loss of belief in Santa is a passing of innocence which doesn’t happen instantly, there are years where children accept that Santa/daddy is a dual identity like when I go the the theatre and accept Hamlet/actor as an entity. I’m a grown up, I can accept that the person standing in front of me may not be 7 foot tall in RL, may not have two heads, Duh!! but they have in SL and I enjoy it.

Now, having ‘come out’, as indeed Dusan Writer has, Botgirl has had a rather positive spin on her new dual status reminding me of a convert’s enthusiasm.... and when people all start agreeing....

Her most recent post however conceding that “ Public pseudonymity IS compatible with the quest to live with integrity” altho she implies that full disclosure is necessary for a meaningful friendship.

Integrity is the best reason I know for NOT messing up SL with the trivia of RL. “ Integrity as a concept has to do with perceived consistency of actions, values, methods, measures, principles, expectations and outcome.” (wickidpedia)

...and I seem to remember that a common comment in Dusan’s discussion of the subject centered around the idea that ‘transparency’ (giving your real name) would be great for VW as more honesty would prevail.

Well, I think that both of these points are rubbish.

Revealing my identity, which I now see as a mistake, to a couple of friends has done absolutely nothing to improve my relationships with these people, they would have been just as good had I not done so, and one, I feel, has suffered because of it. As for honesty ...duh! ...Bernard Madoff......that was his real name.

Like the example I gave above with Gandalf it disturbs the flow of the action and it takes 6 months or so before things return to normal and the RL “facts” fade into the muddied waters of my memory banks. I lose interest, luckily....

Far worse than these individual foibles is that ‘realism’ is a geek ideal that has seeped into the very culture of VW’s. the beginning a load of geeks got together to try and make a 3D avatar that looked as human as possible, they refined and refined. Their measure of success was... how life-like, how ‘real’ could they make this world. This aim has now infested the Boys philosophy. Their aim is now to make SL a copy of the Real World and have Real Meetings in Real Boardrooms..... and probably Real Names......but I digress (as usual) and my view that NPIRL is not an option but the ONLY option for VWs will have to be the subject of another post.

For several hundred years it was accepted that society had a dual nature, every person/household had a public face and a private realm. The division of labour was such that the wife was queen of the private realm (which included finance) and the man would go into the public realm and talk philosophy, war and other BS in gentlemen’s clubs and stuff. It worked, not perfectly, nothing ever does.

SL is a public realm, every word you say, every thing you do, etc. is recorded, and I think that my pseudonymity is a healthy privacy.

As a full and fairly rounded individual I have to agree with Bryn who said... “I do not want to become just another AKA.”

soror Nishi AKA soror Nishi


Monday, 23 November 2009

Madcow and Wizzy

Now, I always like to have a dragon visit, there's something about a dragon that takes me back to my noob days (so many moons ago...:))) and that fantastic feeling you have when you first take to the dance floor with a pizza who does the salsa or speak to a Danish horse (begging money as it happened) in the mall. Magic.

Even better then when your visitor is your sister (Wizzy) and the dragon is a piece of craftmanship from the workshop of the famous Madcow....(no.... they are different people.).

I was delighted when it turned out to be a truffle seeking dragon, tho I don't think there's any on my platform....

Well, I've been busy as anyone can be, with a new little commission from a very nice lady called Maeve Eiren who is sororifying her little island and generally being very creative with my stuff. The Norwegian fairy tale sim is coming along with a fair few things to do before the opening, like a 300 prim tree (estimated) have bitten off more than I can chew..being perfectionist with 300 prims could take years...still it's a very different tree...Yggdrasil.

I have agreed to show a little something at Pirats in January and we hope to have an official opening of my little build at UWA in December...I'll keep you posted, of course..... oh, yes....and Magoo will close at the end of get your last fix....

Got some new clothes from GothiCatz and am looking fairly punky this week...will post a pic later.

Everyone's asking about the's OK where I am, thanks for asking.... hehehehe...


Saturday, 21 November 2009

Marko Seurat

Well, you know how many times, dear reader, I have bored you with my rants about Architecture in SL... ...well.. (breathes sign of relief)... no rant is necessary. I will quite simply say, about poor architecture...."well, it should have been built by Marko."

It was a couple of weeks ago that Marko invited me over to his place, after being very kind about my stuff. I was soo pleased... I flew around inside his beautiful house, free as a bird. No stairs, narrow doors or other was a building designed for avatars, not people.

Now....this is why houses are like they are in RL.....

1) gravity
2) rain and climate
3) building materials
4) humans can't fly

Architecture that makes no allowance for the species of being that lives in it (i.e. avatars) is quite simply like digging a tunnel for a golden eagle....... Insane............and there is an amazing quantity of insanity out there.

If you would like to see a simple example of how its done.....check out Markos place......(you have to walk a bit cos of forced tp point).

Now there's a lot more to Marko than one building and it will be nice to see what else he has in store for us..

He had this astute observation about creativity, that it needs good manners, grace and a little devilishness, like good sex.

No arguing with that.


Thursday, 19 November 2009

Told you.....

Well, now it's easy to think...."oh...soror's off on another" but, as I have shown before, I do have my moments.

In my recent post...Economic Stupidity at the Lab I said...."Obviously there is a thriving economy between avis that the Boys want a bigger share of. Now, I think this is short-sighted and stupid. Sucking blood regularly ends up killing the host."

In a recent announcement the Boys have decided, in spite of my blog ! to go ahead with a little blood sucking......well..more.... "biting the hand" actually. XLstreet, a poor sort of shopping experience at the best of times is now gonna cost a commission. Yes, it's gonna cost to put stuff on XLstreet.

"Monthly Listing Fee for Freebies of L$99:
Monthly Listing Fee of L$10 for all items L$1 or greater:
Minimum Commission of L$3 on all items priced L$1 or greater: "

......and that's no's here..

So...well, now it doesn't take much of a genius to realise what would happen.... 20,000 items taken off in the first 24 hours...huge protests and....well...I'm just about to remove a few more...mine...

My stuff has been on there for months and I have sold it's not much of a shop is it. I thought it was doing well before the Boys bought it.....

Thanks to that roving reporter Wizzy who gave NWN and I the heads up on this story....

It is exactly what I meant tho...who, o who, o who.....thinks that increasing taxation stimulates an economy.... haven't the Boys heard about The Depression, surely some history is taught, even to geeks??

This is the time when they should be putting their hands in their pockets and doing some stimulating, financial stimulating rather than pocket billiards (pool)...

The stupidity worries me.


Monday, 16 November 2009

Alienspeaking Sunday and Happy Monday

Well, Sunday, before breakfast, is a great time to hear some of the best music around. This is Casino Hammerer, an alien, laying down some tunes......for the Alienspeaking Nation......... live from Alien HQ.


...and Raintears were dropping it like it's hot.......

.......and I need to get some new normally bodes very well for my week when I can get a sunday alien session in, and this week is no different

I started the week with a new friend, Nur, and went out dancing Monday night too...:)) Happy Monday.

In other news.... I am building my first goat.....and with bits of goat laying around my workshop it looks like Eid ul Fitr (a Muslim festival)....:))
I have the feeling it may turn out to be a sort of Frankenstein goat...but here's hoping.....

..... will also be building Yggdrasil, both (tree and goat) for Frigg Ragu's new project, a snowy sim with trolls caves and thingies ....real Norwegian fairy story stuff.

yes, you'll all be invited.....hmmm...might be time to put my bikini on, I did threaten to...


Saturday, 14 November 2009

Economic Stupidity at the Lab.

I have a friend, as you know dear reader, called Pixi, and she has termed her “blonde moments” as pink moments, pink being the theme colour of her life. So, I chuckled somewhat to get an email from Pink Linden.

Pink wondered if I would be so kind as to answer a questionnaire regarding my product sales in SL. ...... to put you in the picture........mostly, my product sales cover my tier....period.

Now while I would usually rather read "Is Gastric By-Pass for Me?" than answer a questionnaire, I find that the questions reveal more than the answers (answering "frogspawn" to everything gets you dismissed as an idiot unless it's a Degree paper on Surreal Biology, of course).

The reason behind these questions was to find out one simple fact.... could the Boys take any more of my money with my consent? If they offered me..... an ‘approved vendor”, or an up-market classified listing, or....what could they do for me that I would pay them for??

Obviously there is a thriving economy between avis that the Boys want a bigger share of.

Now, I think this is short-sighted and stupid. Sucking blood regularly ends up killing the host. I contribute about 1000US$ per year to the Boys already, and have no intention of increasing this huge sum in the near future.

Builders and artists have provided the content for SL. It is the content that sets SL apart from every other current and future VW. No world, it seems, will ever catch up with the rich complexity that we all enjoy.

So, the stupidity, seen from my point of view, lies in the fact that the Boys give nothing back. IBM (and others) hosts a good sandbox, benevolent individuals host art sims, and we exchange scripts, goods and services often unpaid. Like the Monty Python sketch I want to ask...”what have the Boys ever done for me?..”

If..... (a big if, I know,)... the Lab sponsored art, building classes, free art show sims, free tools, ...basically anything that made building easier (the scalable prims issue is a scandal, however you look at it)... that would be the way to stimulate the economy.

The continued churning out of land, driving land prices to a record low, the lack of any inflation in the exchange rate, the continually increasing restrictions and the total lack of an RL advertising budget has driven this world into a monumental economic stagnation.

To then use time and resources to find new ways of sucking a few more dollars out of the pockets of those people that have spent years building this world is symptomatic of how poor the understanding of economy is at the Lab.

Don’t get me wrong, I love SL, and I love the recent stability in the grid, but that’s what I pay their wages for....

No one, apart from the Boys, is responsible for this is totally down to them.


Copybot Complex and Control Fatigue..

Telephone Sales Person: “Hi, I wanted to draw your attention to the fact that you have no insurance cover on your cable equipment.”
soror: “Thank you. Do you think I was unaware of that?”
TSP: “Well, what would you do if your cable equipment broke down and you couldn’t afford to get it fixed?”
soror: “I would throw it away.”
TSP: *stunned silence*.......

Most insurance (apart from car insurance which is mandatory) gets sold because we like to feel we are in control of the future. We aren’t.

We have more or less no control over anything........ a fact that is hard for people to really believe, relax about, and live with. So we buy insurance.

The same Control Complex, I believe, is behind this whole IPR and copybot hysteria. I am so weary of the whole debate that this is the last time I am ever going to post a word about copying.

Copying happens everywhere, in every business, in Nature, thoughts, history, etc. etc. Copying makes the world go round, all worlds. Let’s take a rational look at this, (well, my opinionated rationality,that is...) with regards to SL.

We hear from the Boys that 1000 people in SL earn more than 1000US$ per month, a rough guess.... 300 people earn a RL living in SL, out of 1.3 million people that log in (or whatever figure you want to use....75k regulars...whatever...). Of these 300 people, half maybe earn their living from property rentals, and half of the remainder (let’s say) from services.... that would mean, from my naive estimating that maybe 75 people are at risk of losing their standard of living because of copybots.

My second point is.... where are these stolen products going to be sold? Well, for anyone to make money from this they would need as large a group of potential buyers as SL that rules out Opensims as avatars are rattling around in empty wildernesses like a handful of marbles in a cargo ship. It would have to be the chinese grids, consumers that don’t come into SL anyway, and who would not pay our prices if they did.

My third point revolves around the question... how original are the originals?? Most product is built around years, or hundreds of years of design development. Someone selling jeans on SL cannot claim IPR, I would say, jeans are a rip-off of Levi and others.
Who invented hair?
....and, if you are soooo deluded as to think that someone is going to copy one of your paintings and sell them in their thousands to chinese people, then you need help.

Art is a process of inner development. The piece is a bi-product of that development. The bi-product is nowhere near as valuable as the growth of your psyche towards a more complete being.

Noone can copy your talent, if you have any...

Copying? get over yourself....


Wednesday, 11 November 2009

Juanita Deharo at Pirats

I have seen a lot of stuff that pretends to be more than it actually is. Juanita's piece, Man the Hunter, however, turns out to be the opposite. Like several of her previous pieces it makes no big fuss, but I found myself dwelling on it for a long time after I had first seen it. It's enigmatic, but not overly complicated, so that surprised me somewhat. Worth a visit, I would is to be found ... here

Now, Pirats is a very active group, and they are also showing.......

vroum Short - Binary Quandry - Rolling Shuffle - Fuschia Nightfire - Treacle Darlandes- luciella Lutrova - Tani Thor - Melina AKA ling Serenity - Daco Monday - Maryva Mayo - Kolor Fall - Igor Ballyhoo - Juanita Deharo - nessuno Myoo and Kicca Igaly

...not all of whom I have seen, or know. Nessuno I have written of before here, briefly.

SaveMe oh has done her performance piece in Pirats, caused a stir and got herself banned, which is her artform. The controversy has raged for days, one discussion in chat (which I luckily missed) on the nature of art etc. etc. lasted over an hour and got very heated. ... does this prove that SaveMe is a good artist...well, who cares what it's called....

All part of life's rich pattern....... . important never to take yourself, or your cause, too seriously, it opens you to ridicule......

.."riding for a fall" (a great tune)...


Monday, 9 November 2009

Gaming Computers.

Courtesy of (but without permission)....BeastComputers

It's been one of those weeks already and it's only Monday, verging on Tuesday...

I have a few things lined up on my "to do" list, and a few gardens to look after in both worlds so my fingers should be green and my back sore by the end of the week.

I've gone all geeky again this week, must be the weather or something, I keep drooling over computer pictures like a sort of techno-porn addict, rather sad, but strangely normal. Always thought of myself as a bit of a non-materialist (my excuse for being poor) but those sleek techno towers and talk of huge graphics cards gets me very interested indeed.

When I bought my lovely little baby Mac, i never thought I would become a Gamer, I thought I would be travelling the world with my trusty lappy strapped to my back, venturing to far flung regions, encountering new cultures etc, etc.

Not far from the truth of what I have spent my last two years doing, really, but in a different world to the one I had imagined. .....and thus, and therefore, I have become a Gamer.

Well, a Gamer needs a Gaming Computer, and......yummm..... they have some serious graphics cards, cooling systems's enough to turn a girl's head. I've even been reading about how to build your own.... how's that for geeky. Think my geek rating would double.....

Anyway, this is all frivolity, just seems like years of shopping frenzy has been channelled into a machine lust, well, desire may be a better word, I only want to use them..... LOL... don't get carried away here... could get carried away here..


Sunday, 8 November 2009

Oh Selavy! ...and some sunday stuff

Selavy had me over at East of Odyssey earlier in the week to show me her new piece that she was working on, knowing that I am a great fan but quite honest in what I think/say, so it wasn't such a shock when I popped in yesterday with a large number of grey clad notables for a look at the final piece...

Now....unless we have become very jaded, (Botgirl termed the concept "Wow! to ..whatever...") there is still pleasure to be had in the words which we put together to explain our activities in SL...e.g... "I'm going to make myself some new ears".... or "I danced with 6 budgies last night..."...

Selavy has given rise to me saying (in a literal sense, not poetic) "the earth rose up to meet me "...that was at IBM, "..the structure which I destroyed recreated itself"....that was at BL09...and various other combinations of words which would have me locked up in a padded room if SL wasn't here.

Well, in the same vein.....last night I sat on a prim which the mountains rolled backward and forward between them... yes, the mountains had a slow game of ball with a 10 meter prim. I sat on it ("Wizzy likes to sit on things").

Now, this is why I have been so unashamedly enthusiastic about Selavy's work, she is a front-runner. What she does today people will be copying for years because she breaks new boundaries and shows us things that can be done in SL that no-one knew. There are many who copy themselves, we all have a tendency to do that, but with Selavy, like her hero Duchamp, each piece is a progression. Go see it here....

Now, Adam Ramona gave a talk as he wandered round his works from 2007-09 last night and there were many disciples hanging on his lips (that's poetic, not literal)..... but I got bored with the intellectual chat and wandered off....and I met The Prim From Hell, it seemed like a nice tall white prim, seductively saying how it needed to be loved and admired...etc...usual stuff..and so....on its chat invite I touched talk about a mistake.

Every 3 minutes it bemoaned, in chat, that I had neglected it and left it feeling lonely and it needed touching and stuffff...EEEEK!! well, Adam explained that it was designed to show possessive and destructive love and Boy! did he get that build right.... I logged on this morning early to be greeted with this:

[2:41] soror Nishi's Column: soror Nishi, it's been 3 hours since you touched me. Please come and visit me soon, I am lonely without you.
[2:41] soror Nishi's Column: soror Nishi, you haven't visited me for 6 hours. I can't bear existence without you. Please come and touch me soon.
[2:41] soror Nishi's Column: soror Nishi, you have left me alone for 9 hours. Don't you love me anymore, soror Nishi? What have I done? Without you, I am nothing.
[2:41] soror Nishi's Column: I think you don't love me anymore, soror Nishi. If you did, you would've visited me by now. Without your love, I have no meaning, no reason to continue the meaningless existence of a Second Life prim. With you, I was something, soror Nishi, without you I am nothing. excellent is THAT....I muted the bugger.

There are loads of his different works and tons of intellectual notecards

So...this morning I was up and catching up on some blogs before breakfast...and this is what I read (not the boring stuff).....

Dusan.... now this is never light-weight reading, but it's thoughtful, Dusan seems to me to be the most commonsense observer of the Lab Boys and generally what is going on at the Lab, tho, obviously a lot of it has to be speculation and conjecture.

Massively has a long, long interview with Mark Linden which, I thought, showed him in quite a positive light and thought worth reading. (see...I'm not a cynic..)

Botgirl has published a sort of amalgam of pieces on Identity. Now I was a keen fan of Botgirl from the first day I read her blog and I continue to be. She is a person who's interest in Virtual Identity puts her apart from the crowd. I am less and less sure, however, that I have as much Avatar Angst as she. I do not, really, on a day to day basis, experience that much identity anxiety. Maybe I did more so a year ago and I've just learnt to live with who I are.

No one, who is sane, would think that excessive reading of books would lead to a diminished RL, or that someone reading too much neglects RL. Culturally, reading is seen as a positive cultural activity. I do not see my enthusiastic enjoyment as any different, so I do not feel any angst or guilt connected to my long hours Inworld.

As I have said previously, it's a good job Michaelangelo was such an addicted pencil-squeezer, a Virtual enthusiast.


Saturday, 7 November 2009

The Museum of Hyperformalism at Pirats

Well, I went along to Pirats last night to see a show of three artists Josina, Werner and Juria.

Well done to Pirats, they put on so many shows, it's a hive of activity. Surely one of the most active arts groups in SL..:))

The show was the brainchild of Dancoyote Antonelli. They are apparently historic works which give us an idea of how art was first shown in SL, well, that was part of the idea, the other part being that Dancoyote believes they all fit together like a triptych.

Basically, I didn't see all three in detail so my comments are purely first impressions, but.......

Anim Smooth Rotate, lol, if there was ever a script that artists should be banned from using....

I wouldn't get three of my old trees out and make an exhibition of them, as Comet said "I don't understand why three good artists would show such old work" which Dan replied.."because I asked them to"...well....fair enough I suppose.

Anyway, whether the random generation of colour combinations thro the rotation of layered alphas is art or not is probably not worth discussing.

I would, however, strongly criticise anyone who thinks that walking thro this lagged out tube while trying to watch the colour changes is 'interactive'.... there is a reason why the Tate Gallery doesn't hang it's paintings in the Dartford Tunnel in a sort of drive-through gallery.... Duh!

But, personally, the most annoying thing was not the exhibition, it was the notice sent out. This, I feel is a museum piece, a terrible throw-back to those days of intellectual superiority where the confusing language aims to obscure the "emperor's new clothes".

"Each of these installations represents a singular view of formalist abstraction in the virtual hypermedium. The collection of works share both site specificity and dialogic characteristics as expressed in the unique conditions of the virtual space. In the material space, contemporary site specificity has morphed from a critique of the segregated gallery and museum space to emphasis on a conceptual location or vector. Virtual site specificity has unique characteristics in its relationship to the traditional understanding of time and space. The virtual condition compresses time so that all locations are one click away and therefore it takes almost no time to go from virtual location to location. Time as a factor in transit from experience to experience has been folded into space and rendered moot.

The works in this exhibition are dialogic in that they encourage a dialog with the visitor, but an abstract dialog unlike human language, foregrounding the disembodied viewers' relationship to the virtual condition. This dialog is brought about by the literal involvement of the visitor who is required to be an active participant in the work to experience it. The participant is necessary to complete the works and all the works in this exhibition are deeply centered on the involvement of the visitor. And while the works can be viewed passively from a single point perspective as in cinema, this is only a fraction of their intended potential, which is defined by the involvement of the viewer.

The resulting dialog is of a distinctly non-anthropocentric quality. The virtual artifacts in this exhibition speak to the alien conditions outside of the physical gravity world and offer another set of experiences that enter the mind of the viewer from a non-verbal and being level entry point. While this work is all in relationship to the viewer, it is not about the viewer, but about a sense of wonder possible only in this continuum."

This, when broken down, is, I'm afraid pure bullshit. All that is being said here is..." these are SL pieces, SL is different to RL, the art interacts with the viewer".

This is exactly the sort of bullshit that gives art a bad name.... the fact that Dan talks like this does not make it excusable. When I said I had to leave cos the music was driving me nuts.... he said "that isn't music it's conceptual audio".

I have been very critical of hype terminology before, "immersive" being a very annoying fashionable term (like a film or good book is immersive, or my bath) so it is, I realise, a purely personal annoyance.

That the "professions" are conspiracy against the "people" is not a totally stupid viewpoint, this arrogant superiority is scaffolded by unnecessary jargon, and should die like the dinosaurs.


Thursday, 5 November 2009

Busy building stuff....

Well, some of you may already have seen this on my Flickr stream where I am called misssorornishi becasue I forgot my password and stuff after a very short while..:))
...anyway, it's called the Slipper Orchid and is my latest flower, tho I haven't got round to putting it up for sale yet (same with the following two pieces...*sigh*)

This is the Blue Oak and it has no fruit, flowers or particles, it's just a pretty tree and I can't wait to get the opportunity to plant a forest of em, I think it will be a nice cross between real and soror trees, its got a sort of real feel to it. Well....about as real as I'm ever going to make, I think.

...and this one is the 85th Ancient which is a 3 prim tree, so fairly useful for small gardens cos prims cost money... I have made various attempts at a 1 prim tree but I'm not really happy with them. Partly it's down to the restrictions of Blender, there are only so many 'vertices' and you cant do much in 64x64 pixels...things may look a bit different when we get meshes...(when)... but I think two will still be the minimum prim count... trunk and canopy are so basically different in texture and structure, tho there are some very clever people out there with 3Ds Max who have done very well....

In other yourself your own SL for just US$55,000, yes, that's the price of your own grid with 8 sims and 10 types of avi....Nebraska land grab starts today. It's now called Second Life Enterprise, not Nebraska,...and it's aimed at businesses, well, at that
I guess what irritates me a bit is not that these people want to insulate themselves from the talented builders of SL, that's up to them, but how is it that they get offered 100 avis per region and we only get 40??...or have I missed something. Seems to me like I have been contributing fairly regularly to the Linden fund for a few years , maybe I should reap a few benefits too?? Haven't I been helping out financially with it's R&R as well as the new cars and expensive lunches??

I do love you all really, Boys.... but...

55,000....well, it's like I always say.... the Lindens don't work for Lindens...


Tuesday, 3 November 2009

Magoo Soror dancing

Magoo Soror dancing, originally uploaded by kumi kuhr.

wow, this is so cool from Kumi Kuhr, had to blog it...:)))
thanks kumi



This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

A blog moves on....NPIRL

There are a few blogs that I read regularly, I started when my own ideas about blogging began to mature beyond a very brief diary of my entry into the world of Second Life.
As my poor ramblings developed I looked to NPIRL blog as really the pinnacle of blogging, well informed, researched, thoughtful.

That it has become a time-consuming beast of a project is no surprise to me, I know from my time with Koinup and here that life is not long enough. That sort of quality, which it was a joy to read, does not come without the research. So it's a shame, but Bettina has become a victim of her own talent in one way, and we all have to make decisions about how we want to spend our time.

I personally think that Bettina has made the right decision, NPIRL as a group will grow, nurtured by her insight and commitment and we will have to look elsewhere for quality coverage of SL arts and crafts. Nothing springs to mind at the moment.

I'm sure that as change happens and we shed old skins to grow new we meet Anxiety, but with increasing experience we learn that new life grows on what has been composted in the past..:)) sounds like Gardener's Question Time....hehehehe....

Bettina is great, we all love her and look forward to her new ventures.... ... "What Bettina Did Next..."


Major eeeeek!!!!

Well, after two and a half years in SL you would think that I had lived through most of what the Boys can throw at me, and that's true.

Nothing, in any world, however, could prepare you for waking up one morning, looking in the mirror and seeing this.

Major eeeeek!! time.

Gawd only knows where they found this texture, it's certainly not one of mine, and not even the same colour as the skin I thought I was wearing at the time. It was like a really scary Halloween throw-back/nightmare, and probably my most eeeeeeky moment.

Soon rectified with jumping up into Appearance and hanging in mid-air like a crucified scarecrow, thank heavens.

Back to my normal stunning beautiful self. Bad Boys!!


Sunday, 1 November 2009

Order and Chaos

The two photos above are of Pirats new show Art Kahos

The official

"La création continue...

Art Kahos s'élance pour une course d'un moi durrant lequel, 12 participants, avec
chacun son regard, son talent, réalisera sa sculpture en s'adaptant du travail des autres; pour un but final, voir s'élève une œuvre unique; fruit de ces 12 passionnés. Travaillants dans l'esprit du renouveau de la vie, exposer ici sur SecondLife.

Parrainé par Patrick Moya AKA Moya Janus, en partenariat avec Bourbon, Pirats vous invitent à
La naissance d'une œuvre façonnée par ces 12 artistes; comme une célébration a la vie.
D'après l'idée originale d'Igor Stravinski: Le Sacre du printemps"

"The creation continues ...

Art Kahos starting, running away for one month. 12 artists with
theires look for, his talent, for one month, eah artists will realize his own sculpture by adapting his work about the work of other artist, for a final target, rising up an unique work, friut from this twelves artists. Working in the spirit of the ( rebirth of life ) expose here, on secondlife.
Hosted by Moya Janu AKA Patrick Moya and partnering with Bourbon Island, Pirats invite you to
The birth of an creation relized by this twelves passionate artits for creating like a life celebration.
From the original idea of: d'Igor Stravinski: The Spring Sacre,"

and, you can go see it here

Now, as you know I have a bit of difficulty with these sorts of things and I may not be qualified to say much about it, but that's never stopped me before...

I think that, no matter now passionate the artists are, or how many you have, there has to be a sort of strong framework around these collabs. I have included a photo of A Freak of Natures show at BL09, below, as an illustration of how things have to be held tight, I believe.

A pile of art only becomes an installation or collage if the total is more than the sum of the parts. Originality and passion are not enough.

I am also a bit annoyed at how often Spring, or any other season of the year is used as a "theme" for a show. Currently UTSA and Pirats have used this to instantly forgettable effect.

Why do people feel this amazing need to use a theme? I was asked to contribute to a show with the theme "Human Rights" earlier in the do trees, have really to be stretching all credibility to find a way of squeezing socio-political meaning out of a daffodil.

Well...the answer is that is supposed to be a glue that holds the whole chaotic thing doesn't if it's a vague intellectual concept.....ever.

....and so....move along now to an unsophisticated, clear, plain and simple piece of work. The Mushroom House by Scottius Polke.
Hand made textures, my favourite, and a bed to jump up and down on, plus other little treats. No dramatic intellectualisation, no backstory, just a bit of fun with some nice pen-work. I could feel the sort of 'play' that is left in the work by someone who doesn't take themselves too seriously, but has enjoyed what they build.

Excellent...... it's here.