Wherein the Intrepid Second Life Explorer Indulges in Self Pity

Hesperia of Templemore (moderate)

I have a really hard job. Seriously! I don’t feel like there is adequate sympathy out there for the difficulties involved in exploring magical locations and clicking buttons.

Hesperia of Templemore (moderate)

Today’s adventure is a perfect example. Each and every one of these images were taken on the same island. You could spend hours here and still have more left uncaptured.

Hesperia of Templemore (moderate)

Hesperia of Templemore is a location dedicated to live music – multiple venues which host performers from all sorts of genres. The eclectic mix of builds reflects that love of differing sources of inspiration.

Hesperia of Templemore (moderate)

It didn’t matter where I looked, at what distance, or with what Windlight, I saw something I had to try and photograph. My poor clicking finger!

Hesperia of Templemore (moderate)

The really, really tough part was deciding what to share. (For example, I had to drop the steampunk elements!) It takes a true professional to handle this job and I think it deserves more respect.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go soak my mouse hand.

Hesperia of Templemore (moderate)

Rising &, Yes, Being Selfish in Second Life

OBR in SL (moderate)

I don’t usually write posts like this one without thinking about it  for a day or so first. There’s always a possibility that sober reflection will moderate my feelings or at least temper my words.

In this case the danger is exacerbated by a significant absence of sleep – something of which I am particularly fond and highly recommend. :)

I’m going to do it anyway.

The One Billion Rising in Second Life↑ event ended less than 9 hours ago. It was 24 hours of art and music and dancing and duct-taping sims to the grid and chasing idiots and welcoming survivors and their friends/relatives and people who just wanted to learn more. It was also the culmination of weeks of work on the part of amazing volunteers and it was everything I hoped.

I had a chat with a friend this morning in which I explained that I grew up in an era where I watched people attempting to change the world by marching across a bridge with arms linked. Did discrimination end the next day? No, and it may never be eradicated. However, that movement, and the awareness it raised, made a difference.

This language of ours is complex and rich and layered. There are many possible meanings of the words “rise” and “rising”. One of the most common and, I would think, most obvious is “protest, insurrection, revolt, rebellion”. I rose in protest of the idea that the issue of violence against women has no place in the top priorities of this world, in the agendas of legislators and policy makers. I rose as part of a campaign because there is strength in numbers and the feeling of unity is empowering.

If I had thought the meaning was to “rise above” violence, I would have actively worked against this project. As a victim of violence it made me physically ill to think somebody would believe that I – or indeed anybody involved with this event – had that as an objective.

During the weeks of planning I had people accusing us of dismissing the issue of violence against men – which I replied, is much like saying Relay For Life doesn’t believe heart disease is a serious problem. This was an event about women, it wasn’t saying nothing else is important. It was and is saying, this issue is also damn important and deserves more than dismissal as a “distraction”. I would have been delighted to address the misconception about “rising above” if I’d been aware of it.

My availability, however, for many things, became naturally more and more limited as the event drew closer. Working on something like this requires a combined thousands of hours of effort on the part of more than 140 volunteers. Being an organizer is a joy – but there are a lot of demands on your time when you’re managing teams in these projects. Those demands only increase and your focus narrows to the things that must be done to get all the tasks accomplished, so I become very selfish.

With less than 48 hours to go before the doors opened, I was not going to indulge somebody by addressing their need for lengthy discussion and education on a public forum. It isn’t a matter of debating. I don’t care if people I know all agree with me. It would be a very strange world if they all did, all the time ( although sometimes would be nice – jk).

There is lots of information and widely varying opinions on the subject of One Billion Rising out there. People read them and reach conclusions – and maybe sometimes they misunderstand, and maybe I wish I could have addressed everything, everywhere, for as long as everybody seemed to believe I should. But, my priority was the people and the volunteers – not one individual’s need for more than a brief clarification I could afford the time to contribute. I will make the same choice again in the future.

I felt strongly about the campaign and the event. If dancing doesn’t make sense, that’s not a huge surprise. I loved this article↑ because, although I didn’t agree with everything, her explanation of the origins of the dance concept was articulate and better than I could have done. (and yes, I’ve had one of those tshirts for many many years!)

Let me end this on a high note – because it really was a fabulous experience. The entire planning, building and event process was full of joy – even when things broke or didn’t work as intended – I loved it. The performer we had scheduled to close the event had to cancel at the last minute (stuff happens to us all). The replacement was a woman I’d never heard of and I can’t understand why. From the first note she sang we were mesmerized and we remained awe struck for the entire hour.

I’m going to leave you with a video of her singing one of the songs she performed last night. Go hear Samm Qendra↑ if you get a chance – please, she’s just incredible. I’m going to get some sleep and then go thank all of the people I’ve been privileged to work with for the past few weeks.

Urban Decay, Music and Mr. Bones in Second Life

The Flowout (moderate)

We know that urban decay follows apocalyptic events, in fact we’re enamoured with those landscapes inworld.

All apocalypses (apocalypsi?) however are not nurtured in the scaly breast of aliens or hardcoded into nuclear warheads, some are financial in nature but can have results that appear just as devastating as war.

The Flowout (moderate)

The Flowout↑ is a build that gives us the decayed remnants of a community in crisis and turns it into art. The land info tells me it is not yet completed but there are shops and home rentals for those of you wishing to live and work to bring the area to life.

The Flowout (moderate)

I was joined on the sim by visitors who took the opportunity to ride their motorcycles around the area – not exactly a gang but somehow they fit with the design scheme. :)

The region’s name is Tobacco Road and for many of us that automatically brings up images of heat and the memories of a great song↑ (the ad on that video is fun btw) so I was prepared to like the place and wasn’t disappointed.

The Flowout (moderate)

This all leads me to today’s video – a tough seque but if you’ll accept a theme of buildings and music it’ll work. :) I’m still waiting for Eupa↑ to tell me his sim is ready to blog, in the meantime Simotron Aquila↑ has an exhibit on his LEA Region that is open.

A relatively new musician on the grid, Mr. Bones↑, has created a great video highlighting both her wonderful build↑ and his amazing voice.  Hamlet↑ has an article about him and his work you should check out. First watch the machinima and then go enjoy the atmosphere on The Flowout↑.

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