1. You're browsing webpages and you Alt-Click to get a closer look at an image.

2. Someone calls out your avatar's name and you respond.

3. You start typing "/me" in a text message or on MSN Messenger.

4. You start using your favourite gestures in the real world.

5. You accidentally write down your avatar's name on an RL form

6. You see a pink ball and a blue ball in a store, and think how funny it'd be to put them on a bed.

7. You google your real name and get nothing, and then you google your avatar's name and get a dozen pages.

8. The word "cyber" becomes synonymous with sex.

9. The first thing you do in the morning is open the laptop and check your email for offline messages, then check your Flickr/Koinup/Blog for comments.

10. You're on an airplane and think how it'd be funny to suddenly stand up and scream "ZOMG - SIM CROSSING!!!!!" to the astonishment to other passengers..

1. You're browsing webpages and you Alt-Click to get a closer look at an image.

2. Someone calls out your avatar's name and you respond.

3. You start typing "/me" in a text message or on MSN Messenger.

4. You start using your favourite gestures in the real world.

5. You accidentally write down your avatar's name on an RL form

6. You see a pink ball and a blue ball in a store, and think how funny it'd be to put them on a bed.

7. You google your real name and get nothing, and then you google your avatar's name and get a dozen pages.

8. The word "cyber" becomes synonymous with sex.

9. The first thing you do in the morning is open the laptop and check your email for offline messages, then check your Flickr/Koinup/Blog for comments.

10. You're on an airplane and think how it'd be funny to suddenly stand up and scream "ZOMG - SIM CROSSING!!!!!" to the astonishment to other passengers..

für heute war's ein Beer

.. und ein gutes (verdientes) Abendessen

.. im Lighthouse Pub and Restaurant in Nanaimo.

The shadow of her spirit moves serenely down to the river. Her dark velvet robe rustles over the damp grass of the riverbank in hushed whispers. She casts a casual glance my way, not appearing to see, bemused at this turn of events; calm as if in a dream, unmoved by the void in her wake.

The water is black and glassy as an onyx mirror, stretching away, disappearing into the distant mist. The air is so still and leaden that breathing is an effort. A boat awaits at the water’s edge, the faceless hooded steersman emotionless, his oar buried in the quiet water as he waits for her.

I call to her, my voice both questioning and laden with a plea. “Where do you go? Why now? No farewells have been said! We were not done knowing you! It’s too soon! Come back!"

She stops and turns, her face beatific now, only a flicker of sorrow passing in her eyes. “I must go. I choose to go. Perhaps I will be loved at last where this journey ends.”

With that, she turns again, holding the hem of her robes high to step into the boat. My voice chokes with emotion. “But we loved you! Did you not feel it? Could we have loved you more? Please stay!"

As she sits regally in the dark gondola and the steersman begins to move, she turns back toward me a final time. “It was not you – your love was returned many fold. It was his love that I needed more than any and could not have. What purpose can there be without his love? And what life can there be without purpose?"

The black water ripples and parts as the gondola floats silently away. The passengers are silent now, dark forms against the pale mist that reaches for them.

I stand alone on the bank, tears gathering in my eyes and clogging my throat. How cruel of Love to deny itself to one so loving. How cruel of Life to deny us one such as she.

I stand on the quiet bank until the mists swirl around her and swallow her. The hollow place in me will not soon heal, but it is trivial when set beside the pain of not having the one she loved. After all, what purpose can there be without love?

I stand until the sullen mists have finished their work and hidden her passing. Only a memory remains, tinged now with the ache of loss and the sorrow of another’s love unreturned.

And so went my dream last week.  It was a dream brought forth by real events - namely, the unexpected death of one of my dearest SL friends - Montserrat Snakeankle, aka Sparrowhawk Perhaps, Montserrat Tovar, aka Carmen Hermosillo, aka humdog, close friend to Peter Ludlow/Urizenius of the SL Herald, Yadni Monde, Pighead Stonecutter and hundreds of other unique and creative people online. I'm honored to count myself among their number too, a friend and confidante of the wondrous Carmen. Carmen passed away on August 8 of heart failure. It was sudden and it was devastating to those of us who knew her. Second Life has lost one of its most brilliant, irrepressible beacons. And not until her passing did I discover that she had been a force of nature on the internet, going back to the original WELL, through Fringeware, the development of Oracle and Sims Online until finally she landed in Second Life.

And so my life this past week has been a journey through grief, offering my shoulder to her other friends, seeking comfort from those who knew her. I've gone from acceptance back to anger, to tears and back to acceptance repeatedly as I try to assimilate the loss and not dwell too much on the fact that she will never IM me again, never drop another of her poems on a notecard to me. And I fight against the guilt I feel for not having sought out her company more often, of basking in her glow while she was here.

Her story is a tragic one in more ways than simply her early death (she was 58). It's also a tragic story of a love that never could seem to break through obstacles and fulfill its promise. I'm trying very hard not to sit in judgment on anyone - everyone has their reasons for the decisions they make in their lives. And other's perspectives will invariably differ. In Carmen's case, she was willing to sacrifice everything she had - her time, her heart, even her dignity - if it meant attaining the affections of the man she adored. For whatever reasons, she never got it. For whatever reason, most of her last communications with me dealt with her broken heart as she was chastised, belittled and pushed away.

There will be those who point to that broken heart as a contributing factor in her death. It may be, but I prefer not to engage in that much recrimination. To what end? It won't bring her back and it won't thaw frozen hearts. As a friend of hers told me last Saturday night at her memorial service in the Shivar temple (which Yadni had built for her), "Montie made her own choices right to the last". He was referring to her refusal to take medication the doctor had prescribed to her when she reported feeling ill on August 5. It only took three days for her health to finally fail her, and perhaps a grim wish was granted to pass away rather than to live without the love she wanted. We cannot know for certain. He was also referring to her refusal to give up on the love she so desperately wanted.

One of the ways I deal with grief is by writing. And that brings me back to the trigger for this sudden spurt of creative energy on my long-abandoned blog.   Montie's sad passing must find some meaning or it would be completely pointless.  And one way for me to find meaning is to use it as motivation - to create more, to tell my loved ones I love them more, to make sure my friends know how important they are to me.  If I do that, perhaps a little good can come out of something so sad and meaningless. For what is Life without meaning?

.. das war auch am Clear Water Lake .. Wasserflasche am Wasserfall auffüllen - schmeckt ausgezeichnet

.. gibt Kraft für neue Taten

.. und hilft beim entspannen

((Fotos von Padi .. thx))

die Landschaft wechselt von "alpin" ...

bis zu fast "wüstenartig".

warten an einer Baustelle - kann vorkommen.

fast den selben Weg haben wir heute in umgekehrter Richtung unter die Räder genommen ... diesmal keine Pferde gesehen - doch die Wüste war wieder da :-)

Malheureusement pour certains, je ne suis pas encore mort!

Mais cet été, malgré l'absence de "vraies" vacances (chose que je n'ai pas connu depuis trèèèèèèès longtemps, soit-dit en passant...), j'ai été - et je suis - très occupé.

Essayez de deviner combien de temps peu prendre le nettoyage, le rangement, et la réorganisation d'une chambre pas faite depuis 5 ans (ou alors vite fait, genre poubelle vidée a moitié, affaires qui traînent balancées sous le lit et passage de poussière éclair)?

Non pas un, ni deux...ni cinq...mais bien SEPT jours! 

Sept jours de frottage, recyclage (13 sacs poubelles, dont cinq spéciaux pour les gravats, donc énormes) et de triage, pour aboutir à un nouveau territoire.

Et aussi, à un nouveau comportement (même si chassez le naturel, il revient au galop...). En effet, maintenant je range mes affaires à leur place après utilisation, je ne laisse plus de nourriture sur ma table, je fais attention...

Je rappelle que c'est tout frais, j'attend de voir au long terme.

Pour faire vite (des photos suivront dans la semaine): un nouveau fauteuil, un lit et un bureau déplacé, de nouvelles étagères, un tapis, un tableau de New-York dans un cadre recouvrant pratiquement tout mon mur.

Fournisseur: Ikea.

Monteur: Me...and Dad.

Bon, j'en reparlerai vite fait avec les photos qui suivront.

L'autre chose qui m'occupe, c'est bien sûr mon mé....mon méééémmm.....oohh c'est dur à dire...mon MEMOIRE!!

Ah, ça y est!

Dur à dire car dur à faire. Ou alors, dur à se mettre dedans...

Pppffff que c'est chiant!!  Ya pas un jour qui passe sans y penser, c'est vraiment pesant, vivement la mi-septembre que tout soit fini (que le prof aime ou pas...qu'il y ait le nombre de pages ou pas...).

Bon, ça me saoule d'en parler, donc je passe...NEXT!

Ce qui m'occupe aussi, c'est profiter de ma Sis', son Méri René et ma Brit' à moi!

Trois semaines en tout, ça faisait longtemps! Mais quand une petite sauterelle en couches-culottes vous sourit dès qu'elle vous voit, c'est dur de résister...et on oublie de travailler! Peu importe, la vie est plus importante, et profiter de sa présence maintenant est le plus important, non? 

Enfin, ce qui m'occupe est ma vie en générale. Entre les inoubliables journées passées avec ma Gawoline, mes séances ciné qui rentabilisent déjà ma carte UGC Illimitée (dont une avec ma Sis, une avec ma Frite, et une avec ma Gawo), mes séries à regarder (j'ai encore craqué...intégrale X-Files 61 DVD, intégrale Six Feet Under 24 DVD, Saison 2 de Heroes...moi qui ne comprenait pas cette nouvelle mode des séries, me voilà bien...), mon taf à Monop' (dont les anecdotes arrivent très vite...j'en ai encore plein en stocks)...

Bref, j'ai du m'allonger au soleil et profiter d'un instant d'été une seule fois, 30 minutes...GREAT!

Mais je ne me plaint pas, chaque été est particulier, et celui-ci n'est pas en reste!

Ma rentrée c'est dans "longtemps", et puis j'ai encore Disney, Madonna et Elie Semoun qui arrivent...sans oublier peut-être une vraie semaine de vacances, loin, avec Gawo, si on en reparle, pour la fin Septembre...

Ce qui devait n'être qu'un petit post de retour s'est encore une fois avéré être un roman!

Promis je fais vite pour les photos de la chambre, les anecdotes et autres photos délires... 

Si quelqu'un a des photos dossier qui ne veulent absolument pas retrouver ici, faites signe dans les commentaires...sinon, gare à vous!!!! :p

Bizous à tous, et comme d'habitude...ENJOY!

Maaxxoo

xxx

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im brandneuen Squamish Lilwat Culutural Centre wird zum Beginn der Führung ein Lied gesungen - für mich "the raven song". Mein Guide Thomas erklärt mir anschliessend die interessante Ausstellung: Territorium, Geschichten, Mythen, Werkzeuge, Kleidungsstücke.

Jede Feder am Kopfschmuck stammt von einem zeremoniellen Gespräch. Die Feder wird dabei weitergegeben. Wer die Feder hat spricht. Am Ende erhält einer der Teilnehmer die Feder als Geschenk und steckt sie sich an seinen Kopfschmuck.

Viele Gespräche = viele geschenkte Federn = prächtiger Kopfschmuck ((nette Idee))

das Hauptgebäude ist einem Langhaus nachempfunden. Das runde Gebäude rechts steht für eine ursprüngliche Behausung der Lilwat .. eigentlich eine Grube in der Erde die mit einem runden Dach bedeckt ist.

macht Lust auf mehr .. und das Center wird erweitert - gute Sache; identitätsstiftend; notwendig.

kurz nach dem beim Alta Lake der Zug den Bahnübergang passiert hat taucht vor mir auf dem Trail ein Bär auf ...

... es ist recht heiss; wir gucken uns eine Weile aus sicherer Distanz an - dann verzieht sich der zottelige Waldbewohner wieder ...

später sichte ich am Green Lake nochmals einen Bären entlang dem Bahngeleise ...

mögen Bären Bahnen? .. und warum?

Nòva24 (lo splendido inserto tecnologico del Sole 24 Ore) è certamente il periodico che nei contenuti e nei temi trattati più si avvicina a Wired. In molti si interrogano sulla sovrapposizione dello spettro degli utenti.

Non credo che il pubblico di Wired sia esattamente lo stesso di Nòva. Credo sia più giovane, più geek, meno scienziato (non nel titolo accademico, ma nell'attitudine), relativamente meno interessato all'onniscienza del Web 2.0, meno interessato alle indagini di mercato pure, più curioso e maggiormente attratto da articoli e storie attinenti alla tecnologia trattati in modo accattivante.

Per come la vedo io, in Italia è The Games Machine la rivista che maggiormente si avvicina allo stile di Wired, pur restando circoscritta ad un mercato ben definito, quello dei videogames.

What followed was a pretty nasty argument, one which has been resolved now but very nearly led me to cut myself off from SL completely - To abandon my friends, people that have come to depend on me, to turn the computer off and forget about ever having a SL - Until R realised that without SL I would be bugging him consistently for entertainment !!

I find it interesting how people outside the game view it - I have asked R to sit by me and watch what exactly goes on in SL and with me - A case of if you know the whole story you will not overreact when you misinterpret something that you only know half of the story about. Or maybe it is time for me to hang up my avie and start to bug the hell out of R *grins*

A friend brought up an interesting point today and I thought I would have a muse about it here. Why did I, a few posts back, freak out so much about meeting Jazz but Scia's RL wife doesn't bother me - technically, he is cheating on her but why does that not bother me and Jazz does? If I think back to the time that Scia's RL wife popped in world and descended on Fibbers, and how that made me feel - it didn't freak me out quite so bad as Jazz popping up in my screen. Why is that? The only reason I can think of is that I know that Scia's RL wife isn't a direct threat to my SL to my work to my friends... But then, is Jazz really so much of a threat?

And what about SL partnerships, marriages - Relationships.... If there are real emotions poured into loving someone, is that not cheating on the love you have for your RL partner? If you marry someone, and make vows according to how you feel - Is that not cheating on your FL feelings? If you are single in your FL sure, there is not a problem with pursuing a SL relationship if you want to, but what of those who are happy (or, "happy") in their FL relationships.. What is their reason to start an illicit affair in a virtual world? Some can argue that many people have perfectly healthy FL relationships and are able to maintain a SL relationship WHICH their partner knows about and understands that it is only on the virtual world will never make it to the real one... But how much of your relationship do you actually share with your real partner? Do you go into the intimate details of what is going on, changes, how you grow with your SL partner, how your love grows... Can you honestly say, that your First Life partner would be happy about your Second Life relationship if they REALLY  knew the score?

Lady Kezzy

zurück aus Nordwest-Frankreich. Strand von Calais. Dann weiter in die Normandie. Meistens im Zelt .. die Weite des Strandes ist am eindrücklichsten .. der dauernde Wind nervt mit der Zeit.

Tags: Reisen, Frankreich, Meer, Wind

Saturday
10 a - 12 p Chet Neurocam
12 p - 2 p Miz Phobos
2 p - 4 p Sezmra Svarog
4 p - 8  p Madame Maracas (me)
8 p - 12 a TriNala (Trinity Serpentine & Nala Galatea)

Sunday
12 a - 2 a Brian Mason
2 a - 4 a Mabb Dilweg*
4 a - 6 a Predreus Twang*
6 a - 10 a Bearinthemorning Holmer*

Thanks again you all helped out so very much in all your different ways to help us help get rid of cancer!  Go Team RadioRadio!

SLURL to our campsite (http://slurl.com/secondlife/Heroes%2020/118/40/25) be sure to view other sites & Walk, Donate, Celebrate, Remember & Fight Back!

If you can't make it "in" to Second Life to visit the campsite but would like to contribute, or simply prefer to use a credit card to make your donation, here's a link to Team RadioRadio's handy dandy official page for donations!

Actor Joss Whedon Neil Patrick Harris (Doogie Howser, if you remember HIM at all) has got a fantastic project going on for all of us geeks out there. Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog is a project that embraces song, dance, and the average life of a super-villain that most of us never get to see. With a comedy style reminscent of Scrubs, you're sure to like this light-hearted tribute to the world-seizing, Wonderflonium-stealing, broadway-singing villain in all of us.

By the way, you might want to get to the site before Midnight of July 20th, 2008. The episodes won't be available for free viewing anymore, but they WILL be put up for sale shortly afterwards (to pay the crew that so generously worked on this project for free, I imagine). They will be available both for download and DVD. Get visiting, and spread the word!

Nesse meio tempo me deparei com um post-imagem, aqui.

O conteúdo: "Da incompatibilidade masculina com uma caixa de Sucrilhos fechada".

(Identidade imediata)

Um dos comments era sensacional: "Vocês não tem problemas como vidros de palmito? Cada qual com seus problemas."

:)

Io porterei Clippy, l'assistente di Office. Cavolo, vuoi mettere quanto è di compagnia? La più grande invenzione dell'uomo dopo il "riso pronto in 10 minuti", quello che c'è scritto dovrebbe cuocersi in 0,5L d'acqua ma che, se non c'è Paco Lanciano¹ lì con te mentre cucini, scoprirai troppo tardi che con quel mezzo litro d'acqua il risotto fa appena in tempo a diventare della stessa consistenza della pietra pomice. Invece lui, Clippy, sempre gentile, disponibile, educato, non si lamenta mai, e se non riesce ad aiutarti ti implora di riprovare. Sapesse pure cucinare il risotto sarebbe il massimo.

--
¹ Effettivamente potevo citare il Professor Cannella al posto del buon Paco, ma un mito come l'esimio e speziatissimo professore di Scienza dell'Alimentazione non è che me lo gioco così come capita. Oh, Paco, senza offesa eh, sei sempre il mio mito n.2!

If your first life is a fizzling out dud

you can pretend it is a smashing success

where all of your fantasy's come true

by straining them down the Internet tubes.

Well done, I say.

Well done.

Nous ne sommes que la dernière des races à être apparue sur terre (ou presque, car après il y eu Cindy Sander...), et nous ne devons jamais oublier que cette Terre ne nous appartient pas!

Nous vivons en communauté avec des millions d'espèces animales et végétales.

Oui, c'est encore mon petit message d'ôde à la nature, aux animaux, mais vous savez, les humains me sont de plus en plus insupportables (surtout ceux de Paris...qui viennent à Monoprix...), et je pense à tout le mal qu'on a pu faire à tous les animaux, aux espèces disparues, à celles qui sont en train de s'éteindre...

Et j'aimerai vous montrer cette vidéo, qui reflète bien la loyauté, l'absence de violence, de méchanceté, de haine et l'amour que ces animaux dégagent.

Pour ceux qui auraient du mal avec l'anglais, en gros l'histoire, c'est deux types qui ont acheté un lionceau, s'en sont occupés pendant des années, mais très vite petit animal devint grand, et le lion ne pouvait plus rester.

Ils le remirent dans la nature.

Des années plus tard, on leur a dit que l'animal était depuis chef d'une tribu, avait sa lionne...et ne se souviendrai plus du tout de ses anciens maîtres.

La vidéo prouve bien que l'on ne sait finalement rien des animaux, et qu'ils ne sont pas aussi bêtes que certains veulent le penser (pour moi, l'humain est bête, point barre).

Car au final, voyez ce qu'il se passe quand ils se retrouvent face à face, des années après.

Couplé à cette chanson de Whitney Houston et ça me touche...je sais...pas de commentaires lol.

Merci, les animaux, de nous supporter, et pardon pour ceux qui vous maltraitent, vous tuent, et ne vous respectent pas. Bientôt, ils paieront (yen a qui ont vu Phénomènes?).

(et oui, je sais pertinemment qu'aucun animal ne viendra venir lire mon post :p).

Vive la planète, et n'oubliez pas, rien n'est irréparable.

Enjoy

Nome de origem inglesa, que significa "espada brilhante".

Sua palavra é grandemente respeitada. Seu coração generoso e agradecido. Compartilha suas experiências. Deleita-se ajudando o próximo. Vive uma vida extremamente próspera. Sempre ganha. Crê nos resultados positivos de uma vida disciplinada.

Nossa, estavam bem confiantes meu pai e minha mãe quando eu nasci. :)

Questo grafico riporta la mia spesa bimestrale per il cellulare da 3 anni a questa parte. I picchi sono provocati dalle spese extra in chiamate e sms in prossimità di Natale+Capodanno degli ultimi 3 anni. La cosa che si nota è che il trend stabile dei precedenti anni viene improvvisamente scosso dall'evento contrassegnato dal puntino rosso. Quel punto rappresenta il bimestre a partire dal quale ho potuto contare per la prima volta su una connessione ADSL flat 24/24h. Da quel giorno in poi la mia spesa per il cellulare si è progressivamente ridotta, fino al record minimo del bimestre scorso. Cos'è successo?

E' successo che ho gradualmente trasferito la gestione dei contatti, delle chiacchiere, degli appuntamenti e degli incontri con gli amici dal cellulare ad Internet. Ci contattiamo quasi esclusivamente via mail, Messenger, Skype e Facebook, con tutti i vantaggi del caso. Internet ormai è nelle case di chiunque (almeno tra i miei conoscenti) e sta lentamente, ma gradualmente spazzando via le vecchie abitudini.

Proprio ieri leggevo sul Sole 24 Ore un'indagine dell'istituto di ricerca e analisi di mercato Nextplora sulla diffusione dei programmi di Instant Messaging (Messenger, Skype, etc.) secondo la quale nella fascia dei giovani tra i 16 ed i 24 anni l'80% dei ragazzi ed il 78% delle ragazze fa uso quotidiano di questi programmi per comunicare. Gli orari di punta sono: 9:00-12:00, 15:00-18:00 e 20:30-22:30 (altro segnale della scarsa attenzione dei giovani alla televisione). Sul totale degli intervistati il 27% dichiara di usare meno il cellulare. Il 65% si collega più volte nell'arco della giornata, molti di questi sono quasi sempre reperibili via Internet.

Se non siete sufficientemente sorpresi da questi dati dovete pensare anche alla difficoltà che incontra certa gente nell'abbandonare il cellulare o nell'ammettere di usarlo meno, considerando che in Italia come in nessun altro paese viene ancora percepito come uno status symbol. A questo si potrebbe aggiungere che i giovani italiani (se si esclude MySpace) sono ancora relativamente poco interessati a quei servizi per la comunicazione innovativi e prettamente social nati nell'era del Web 2.0. Quindi i margini di crescita non sono trascurabili.

Dal canto mio posso dire che questo pseudo-outsourcing dei miei contatti ha avuto un notevole successo ed il portafoglio sentitamente ringrazia. Il prossimo obiettivo sarà ridurre ulteriormente la spesa per il GSM, chissà, magari con un cellulare wi-fi che al momento non ho. ;)

die Strasse vor unserem Haus wird fertiggestellt .. die Arbeiter sind seit Tagen damit beschäftigt: Strasse aufreissen, Rohre verlegen, Schächte betonieren, Randsteine setzen, planieren, an einer anderen Stelle nochmals aufreissen .. planieren und nun asphaltieren.

die Arbeiter strahlen Zufriedenheit aus - zielstrebig ohne Hektik

Cham Chämletten - Baar .. "long distance" :-)