Amazing Boat Ride

Wandering around near my home I found this wonderful scripted boat ride.. It takes you around and over a mountain through a series of fantastically scripted docks. The water rises to the level of the next dock — the beautifully textured mossed over gates open and the boat glides through. You have to have the Map open to appreciate it.   You can wait for the boat on the dock here: http://slurl.com/secondlife/Lakeville/132/42/22

WWI

WWI began, says Micheal S. Neiberg, because ” a select group of perhaps a dozen men willed it or stumbled incompetently around a situation that they thought they could control until it was too late.”

Labyrinth

I’ve never been able to sort photos effectively. Not 15 minutes into the process I’m completely overwhelmed with this tremendous sadness. A festering melancholia overtakes me and I have to push the piles back into a box for another day.   All the people gone forever, the youth gone forever, the love gone forever, the energy gone forever.

The problem with getting older is that I’m getting that feeling more and more and I didn’t open up that box of pictures. My mind is becoming that box of images in itself.

(Image credit: http://bit.ly/jRRwx8

The Four Agreements

DJ Idyll “New Year’s” Playlist 12/28/10

DJ Idyll “New Year’s” Playlist 12/28/10
Sunset Jazz:
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Laurel%20Arts%20Isle/148/79/301

Delibes – Coppelia – Variations on a Slav Theme
Delibes- Coppelia – Waltz
Strauss – The Blue Danube
Handel – Trio Suite in G  (two movements)
Scarlatti-Piano Sonata in D K491
Scriabin-Piano Sonata #1 in F
Mozart-Overture-Don Giovanni
Donizetti-Lucia Di Lammermoor-“Chi mi frena in tal momento” (sextet)
Puccini-Turandot-“Ho una casa nell Honan”
Tavener “Many Years” (choral)
Vaughn Williams “Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis”
Tchaikovsky-Eugene Onegin-Polonaise
Tchaikovsky-The Seasons-December
Hurst, Adam-The Secret
Schubert-An Die Musik (lieder)
Puccini-Gianni Schicchi – “Oh! Mio babbino caro”

DJ Idyll “Solstice” playlist 12/22/10

(Sunset Jazz 12/22/10)
http://slurl.com/secondlife/Laurel%20Arts%20Isle/148/79/301

Bach – Cantata #78 – BWV 78  ‘Jesu, Der Du Meine..”
Bach – Brandenburg Concerto #3 in G
Schubert – Impromptu no. 3 in Gb
Offenbach – Tales of Hoffman – “Belle nuit…” (Barcarolle)
Vivaldi – Four Seasons – Winter
Boccherini -String Quartet in E-major – Minuet
Puccini – La Boheme – Musetta’s Waltz
Saint-Saens – Organ Symphony #6 (“Babe”)
Verdi – Don Carlo – Act 2 Duet “Dio..”
Beethoven – Fidelio – O Welche Lust (chorus)
Mahler – Symphony #5 – Adagietto
Bach – Cello Suite #1
Debussy – The Girl with the Flaxen Hair
Satie – Gymnopdie
Glass – Opening

Proust in Second Life

proustProust would have been all over Second Life. This is a man who could, and did, go on for three pages about talking to his grandmother on the telephone , which was new at the time. He gives detailed consideration to the psychic aspects of this dramatic change in technology. He notes, for instance, how his perception of his beloved grandmother changed at the moment that he heard her disembodied voice. We are so used to this phenomenon, we don’t even think about it, but Proust realizes that for the first time in human history, with the invention of the telephone, it is possible to have a voice without a body.  Can you imagine the torrent of words he’d have to say about our world of avatar identity? The mind reels.

It is a lot of work managing your identity. Especially when they multiply on you. Whoever ‘you’ is. The fact is that even the flesh and blood version has a serious problem with identity that philosophers have struggled with for millennia. Who is the ‘you’ which is not your mind or your body? Who are all the voices within each human being who sequentially take the wheel and drive all the others offstage? And then come these digital versions.

A friend of mine reminds me that all science fiction must be an extrapolation of our past and present. We cannot create from nothing. The base clay of our avatar is not value-free. Everything in SL is a projection of the human mind and has a context, history and aesthetic. I guess that’s what makes it infinitely interesting, even when painful or ugly.  And this is why if Proust were alive today, he’d be living in Second Life.