Archive for January, 2011

January 28th, 2011: Ganymedes Costagravas

January 29, 2011

Today, the 27th of January, is the day after my birthday. I try to never have to go to work on my birthday, so when I arrived at my desk the day seemed promising with a small package waiting! Oooh! Perhaps it’s something fun!
Big anticlimax: books for the library at work.
One sigh later I turned on my computer and opened my mailbox. Birthday wishes! (upbeat morning climax!)

Closer to lunch the time seemed right to do a “birthday-tour” around the office building. Over here it’s tradition to bring something to work for your birthday to treat your collegues… you might think that’s strange, treating others for your birthday, but it’s something we do.
I’m not much of a baker, pastries and pies and such I just fail at (big time), so I do what most Belgians do: buy chocolates. It’s a cliché with a capital C, but it’s the type that never fails. I’ve learned to bring along 2 boxes: one large box holding a blend and a medium sized box holding only all-white chocolates.
My timing was good as most people were having their last coffee of the morning, which is always better with a little bonbon on the side! Lots of kissing was involved in this tour :D

My closest collegues I took out to lunch. There’s an oldfashioned café 10 minutes from our office building, run by a Greek lady who serves all-you-can-eat giant prawns, which come at the bargain price of € 9,50 (I doubt she makes any profit at all on it). We usually go there for birthdays or alike and know that we will be out from 12 noon to 2 PM.
I always overindulge with something as tasty as prawns, so the rest of the afternoon I wasn’t very productive.

Back home I didn’t go on SL® for very long today, I’m actually reading Harry Potter (again), and whenever I escape into that world I want the full saga experience! I’m on book 3 which I still think is one of the best in the series. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to shower, make me some tea and curl up in bed with Harry.

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Ganymedes Costagravas is a twenty-something from Belgium who enjoys the little things in life. Easiest to please with a book on mythology, art or architecture, his main interests remain in the wide spectrum where imagination and creativity rule, preferably with a certain amount of details that put the human senses to the test.

January 26th, 2011: Ashleigh Dickins – Cont’d

January 27, 2011

6:00 AM – It’s still dark out but I’m up and getting dressed. Having to cross state lines to go face my ex-boss in court. It’s still too early to be nervous, the tiredness drowns it out.

7:00 AM – Getting closer and more awake, but it’s a foggy coastal morning with work day traffic it helps clog up the nerves.

8:00 AM – HThe fog clears and the nerves manifest as a totally fake smile and nervous laughter.

8:30 AM – I enter the courthouse and duck in to an office to ask if the courtroom’s unlocked. I’m told it should be, just go up the stairs and straight through the doors. Where I settle in a large courtroom.

9:00 AM – Court hasn’t started on time, not surprising. But the room is filling up, no sign of the ex-boss but that isn’t surprising either.

9:30 AM – Finally Roll Call, the A.D.A does it. It doesn’t occur to me to wonder why he is the one doing it. It does occur to me to wonder why neither mine nor the ex-boss’ name is called during the roll call.

9:45 AM – After being shuffled downstairs and between two offices, I’m told “That case was already heard. I saw him leave.” My heart does hiccups and jumping jacks, it was already heard? I was in the wrong courtroom. But I should go up and talk to the magistrate and explain what happened.

10:00 AM – The magistrate refused to hear my side today. Despite the fact I drove 2 hours to be there. She dismissed the case. I caused a minor scene in the clerk’s office when they told me I’d have to file an appeal and it’d be $100 to do so. I leave the court pissed off and frustrated, sick of my ex-boss getting away with everything.

Seriously, the man has the kind of luck that would win the lottery without buying a ticket. So I’ve driven home, two hours again, and will be driving back again tomorrow with my paperwork filled out to file an appeal and get the case heard.

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Ashleigh Dickins is a 27 year old living in South Carolina. She’s been in Second Life since 2006 and owns Basics. She also blogs as well as raises bunnies and is in-world editor for the quarterly SurfWatch Magazine which is working on Volume 8. Often she’ll be sitting alone in her bunny garden on SL while watching TV and working on items for her etsy shop.

 

January 23rd, 2010: Noena Merlin

January 23, 2011

It’s a lazy Sunday…

Or at least, I would love to pretend it is. Since I became the mom of an amazingly cute little warrior (now 16 months old), those kind of days seem to have vanished mysteriously. These days, it’s all about the rare but wonderfully lazy half hours.

 

Never the less, it will be a really good day today because one of my close friends is celebrating his birthday. A friend that I only know through my second life, but has become very dear. So to me, it’s an important date. A birthday I want to celebrate, call up friends for to discuss the surprise, get my dancing shoes on…

But… it’s an SL friend. Which does not make any difference to me. It’s just, SL does not come up often when I talk to people in my “first” life. When it does, I mostly get the comment “Are you still doing that?!” And when they realize I’m “still” doing that for almost 4 years now, I apparently need help badly.

 

So I bite my tongue and only hold the birthday talks with my hubby, who by now knows how serious and caring his strange wife is about any kind of friend.

Don’t tell me a second life friend equals a second hand friend. That’s bullshit. I love each and every one of my close friends of any life dearly.

 

In the end SL isn’t that much different from RL. You meet nice people, you meet weird people. You get loved, and you sometimes get stabbed in the back. When you do fall and get hurt, you dust off and learn from it.

 

So today, I asked my hubby to babysit our little warrior this evening while I snuggle up on the couch with my computer in my lap, chips and diet coke nearby, headphones on and dance the night away in honor of one hell of a friend!

 

/me shouts: Happy birthday, gorgeous!! <3

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Noena Merlin is a Belgian graphic designer, owner of .Sweet Antidote., treehugger, booklover, moonhowler, mom, stepmom, partner, friend, …

 

 

January 17th, 2010: Anemysk Karu

January 20, 2011

I’m not good with words. I would even say I hate writing. But I decided that I will try to challenge myself as much as possible! So here we go.

Today is a very “normal” Monday. Nothing special, really. Except I’m hungry again. I would wake up every morning with hungry eyes. I just want to feed them with all amazingness of this world and most of the time I am desperately looking for things that will inspire me the most. For me, a picture is worth a thousand words. My inspiration for today is: Red Lipstick. I’m obsessed with it.

My clock goes off at 7 AM … then 7.20 … then 7.40 AM. At that point, the only thing that really got me to move was knowing that before leaving for work I needed to finish something for SL. I watched the Golden Globes last night so I only had 3 hours of sleep. Then I’m out of the bed to take care of the usual stuff: get dressed, fix my hair, check my e-mails. I’m out the door as the clock shows 8.20 AM. Same bus, same bus driver, same steps every day. I won’t bore you with the details of my normal day at work. I’ve been there for 4 years and at this point I dream about changing it with something new. Typical me. I get bored with things very easily depending on whether or not I need some inspiration in my life. Pretty boring stuff, uh.

Actually I’m in a pretty good mood. I got home from work, had my dinner  and I spent some quality time with my house mates. Finally, after 5 years of looking for right people to live with, I found them. I’m a very lucky girl. It’s not easy to be alone in different country and starting life from scratch. I was like fish without water for years. I have made some amazing friends in Second Life but most of them are so far away. Tonight I pretty much just hung around with girls at my apartment, having some good food, drinks and laughs.

It was a nice Monday and the time flew by, while so many things were going on… somewhere else.

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Anemysk Karu is a graphics designer, Second Life content creator, blogger, and a hermit. She was born in Poland but lives in Ireland. Co-owner of [glow] Studio. She enjoys eating, sleeping, laughing & loving. She generally procrastinates a lot.

January 15th, 2011: Ima Rhiannyr

January 15, 2011

I was cleaning out the cubbies in the lounge (must be spring) and found that safe place I stash things. You know the place, we all have one… the place where people ask you where something important is and you reply “I put it somewhere safe” and then it dawns on you that it is now SO safe that even you can’t find it.

In my ‘safe place’ I found my 18th birthday card from my mother, the only one she ever gave me (I’m 28 now), a 3-year-old anniversary card from my husband, 13 hair bands (god knows), my birth certificate and a cordless control for the games console. Through other little glimpses into time swept out the cubbie I saw at the back a familiar maroon box. I pulled it to the front, caught out by quite how heavy it was considering it’s two-thirds the size of a loaf of bread. With the box on my lap and no glasses I scrunched my eyes and nose up to read the stark white label I knew already. ‘The remains of Edward W******’.

My Dads ashes never did suit scattering. He didn’t like the sea and had no particular fondness for graveyards.

I still have his passport and book of life, which hold the last real pictures I have of him. The way I remember him.

I comfort myself with the thought that he would like the idea of staying with family.

It may sound odd that this stems from guilt for something I couldn’t have prevented. Due to dementia he didn’t recognise any of us and lived his last moments ‘abandoned’ (in his mind) by his family, surrounded by strangers.

Which reminds me… I must get him a new box. My 5-year-old son was so fascinated by ‘Granddad’ that he took great pride in explaining his life and death philosophy to his teachers and classmates. Oh don’t be impressed… in his version we reach an age where we spontaneously combust, get boxed, tagged and shoved into the TV cabinet.

Still (lol), its one up from my daughter at that age who stood outside the church and thoughtfully asked, “Who mows Gods lawn?”

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Ima Rhiannyr is a re-incarnation of an avatar first rezzed in 2007 and has been around long enough to see what poor sculpted shoes can do to the moral. Ima has been on many adventures through SL from clubs to furniture design but has never enjoyed it as much as she has this last 6 months surrounded by a business that is not only a reflection of her but also (and most importantly) the love of good friends and family. In RL, Ima likes to lick stamps and criticize the use of council tax in the neighbourhood. She is a big fan of Mickey Mouse. The first CD she bought at 15 was Michael Flatley Lord of the Dance. Ima is still living this down.

 

January 14th, 2011: jemima Clowes – Cont’d

January 15, 2011

It’s funny what difference a couple of weeks can make in one’s life.

In real life, I just found out my favorite uncle has three weeks at most to live. He has a brain tumor and lung cancer. He has exhausted all treatments available, nothing left can save him. Nothing can bring back my Uncle Bill from this sickness, a man who moved here from Jamaica in the 60’s to help his family out, to better his life and that he did. I have memories of him taking me for a ride in his limo ( he owned a limo company) he made me feel like a princess. It was at his house i first used the internet, so many memories of things I could go on for hours. I have a task to complete before the inevitable happens. I need to find my way to say goodbye. I have never experienced knowing someone is going to die, this is hard for me. But i will find a way to deal with it as hard as it may be. I keep telling myself, it is selfish of me to want him to stay with us when he is in so much pain.

Since I found this out yesterday, it has made me take a second look at things and people around me. To remember to tell my loved ones how much they mean to me. To not walk out the door without saying goodbye and I love you. To not go to bed mad at your significant other at night. To not log out of sl without telling your sl loved ones that you love them. Cause honestly you have no clue when you will not be able to do these things again.

So if you have got this far in my post please go and tell the people who mean something to you , that you love them and hug them. Do it for them…. Do it for yourself, do it for no reason at all.

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jemima Clowes is still a stay at home mom who live in Ontario, Canada. Since her last post, she has really changed the way she looks at things. You can still find her in the same places in SL, doing the same things, with the same people, because they are what mean part of the world to her <3

 

January 13th, 2011: Isla Gealach

January 14, 2011

When I volunteered to do this blog project I had no idea what I was going to write about. How exciting can it be listening to me talk about how it never is going to stop raining here (I live in Scotland) or about how busy the crowd was at the playground today on the way to take my daughter to nursery. Then last night something expected and yet so shocking happened in RL it made me remember life is so, so short.

There is a woman in my life who has taken over the mother role from a mostly absent and very distant real mother. This woman took myself and my daughter in when we had nowhere to go, and she has been amazing in so many ways. If not for her I have no idea where I would be now, it certainly wouldn’t be here. Her best friend of 60+ years died of cancer yesterday. It wasn’t unexpected, she had been ill for a very long time. But in so many ways I think it was a total shock to us all. It’s amazing what your mind can convince you of, how you can live in denial and not make those final moments you always dream of having, even with plenty of warning. We were in denial it was happening, she was in denial it was happening to her. She was so proud, she didn’t want to admit she wasn’t well or needed help. No one could admit that any of us were letting time just slip through our fingers, that there would always be a bit more time to laugh and reminisce. The end certainly wasn’t near. After all, we just saw you at New Years and you were fine.

She died alone. In a hospice. No family or friends were there in her final moments. Because she was fine, wasn’t she?

Tonight I’m going to cuddle my daughter, snuggle with the bf, hug my friend/mother, and enjoy life the way it was meant to be – with family and friends.

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Isla Gealach is the owner of a complete hodgepodge of stuff… that calls itself Cheeky Pea after one of her RL daughter’s nickname. (1 kid – many names) She spends too much time standing around staring at a grid in SL, and in RL she is chief cook and bottle washer to one guy, one princess, and three crazy animals.

 

January 11th, 2011: Braden Santos

January 11, 2011

Looking out the window, I’m watching the falling snow, wishing I was out playing in it.  Alas, I’m at work on this “day of ones”, busy with the excitement my job brings.  Every day is different, each with new challenges and surprises – and for that I’m thankful.

I haven’t logged into SL yet, not sure if I’ll get the chance today.  Historically, my time there has ebbed and flowed, gone in cycles, so to speak.  I’ll be on every day for months – concert-going, exploring, reflecting, escaping.  At some point I’ll get bored with the whole thing and shut it down for a year or two, only to come back and do it all again.  What brings me back?  Lots of things… the solitude, the excitement, the ability to just be me, etc…

I’m sure many of you have had a moment in your SLife that changed you forever the instant it happened.  I’ve had a moment like that – it was wonderful – one that I hope will break my ebbs and flows.  Sure, these moments happen in RL too, but for me, it’s so much more powerful in SL, given the limitations of the medium.  It’s more pure – without baggage.  No pre-conceived notions, it’s all about feeling.

I like to think of my moment, and what it has developed into, as my “one thing” (appropriate for today’s date).  What do I mean by that?  It’s something, within all that swirls around us, which keeps coming back to the forefront.  Something that really matters and all the other stuff is just that – stuff.

What’s your “one thing”?  There are no rules. Think about it… you may be surprised at what you uncover in that mind of yours – and here’s the beauty of it – once found and thought of in that light, it takes on an even more important meaning than it ever had before.

Before I go… When I saw this day was available on the calendar to write, I grabbed it right away.  I want to send my thoughts to someone I deeply love who lost their Mom on this day many years ago.  May the sadness, while never truly gone, fade to happy, joyful memories.

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Braden Santos lives in St. Louis, Missouri, USA, where he loves to volunteer at SLCH’s Oncology Unit– for it is why he is alive today.  He also likes to read anything, dabble with writing, hike up tall mountains and bike along country roads.  He thanks his career in advertising for introducing him to Second Life 1,560 days ago.  When in-world, he loves the live music scene, exploring and meeting cool people – say hi sometime!

January 10th, 2011: Jewel Violet

January 11, 2011

Pressure… has played a tremendously influential role in my life.  And as I stare at the ceiling at 4 AM today instead of getting ready for Crew practice, I realize that a majority of my life activities have been induced by pressure. Even Rowing.  Even Student Government.  Even my job. And even my decision to attend this university was influenced by the pressure from my family and the lovely dysfunctional relationship I have with them.  Albeit I love my life here, as I walk with my friends to practice, I realized that my peers have also suffered from the power of pressure.  Paradoxically, while pressure has at times been a source of motivation, it is also a source of depression.  And the thing is…one person can only handle so much.  The truth is that I’m struggling as it is to keep up, but the intensity of the pressure is threatening to engulf me.  And I’m scared of failing. I’m scared of failing and disappointing expectations.  Amidst this overwhelming pressure that threatens my very sanity in real life, I find comfort in second life.  Although I first joined Second Life only to communicate with one of my closest friends in RL, I have found friends in SL that have crossed over that boundary I tried to place between the two worlds and have become an important part of my real life. Even though I am not able to log into SL as much due to a lack of time during the school term, even the ability to access plurk on my cell gives me the comfort and relaxation that sl provides.  SL creates an alternate life in which I have no responsibility, where no one has extremely high expectations of me, which I must fulfill.  And in SL, I’m allowed the luxury to relax and actually breathe; and so… to everyone in my SL I wanted to say…thank you.

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Jewel Violet is currently a third year student at a university in Northern California, double majoring in Business and Political Science.  She is currently studying for the LSAT, she works in a law firm as an assistant, and is involved in crew and student government on campus. One of her favorite parts of the day in RL is getting the same flyer from the same guy telling them the different reasons why every student on campus is going to hell. And unfortunately, she doesn’t do anything exciting or noteworthy in SL.

January 9th, 2011: beladona Memorial – Cont’d

January 9, 2011
1.9.09 / 1.9.11

Today starts out as a lazy Sunday — I wake up on the couch [never made it quite back to the bedroom last night] with the cat snuggled against my legs and the Science channel showing me how airplane tires are made.   I get up and stagger around a bit, remembering to text my usual “Good morning love” to my partner Searaven, then sit down at the computer and start going through blog posts and emails.  Kula pesters me, then settles down finally in the sunlight streaming in from the balcony door — it is bitter cold outside, but snug and warm in the apartment.  I decide that today I am going to just kick back and relax.  Laundry and chores can wait!

I pop in world to bat blue boxes — first as beladona, then as rhia.   The others don’t have as many messages as those two, but both of their IMs get capped pretty quickly.  While in world, rhia gets distracted with furnishing her pod on Haven’s new space station and playing Tiny Empires — Bela Enchanted joins her briefly.  Then Sea logs in and beladona joins him.   We spend time chatting, and then go dancing at Tuna’s Odd Ball.   We reminisce over the past two years and spend some time looking at old snapshots.  I take a couple of pictures of our day and give Sea a copy.  “Tourist” he says with a fond smile as I retort, “Photo-journalist!”

Later I have a difficult phone call to deal with — you would think at my age, I would be used to finding out my POV is not always the way that it is, neh?  The Sci Fi channel is running all the Star Trek movies, one after the other — is that RL?   Sunday night fades away; and 6AM looms on the horizon — that seems awfully early on a Monday morning!

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beladona Memorial hasn’t won the lottery yet, but is still trying.  Kula still shares the apartment in Silver Spring with her and her books.