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In Four Pictures . . .  )

All in all, it was a lovely rezday. Four is an interesting age to be in a world that is itself only seven. The time the grid existed without me is now exceeded by the time the grid has existed with me in it. And I'm still here. Sometimes frustrated, but still fascinated and hoping to see and do more in this virtual place.


Jan. 14th, 2010 04:41 pm
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I met Sacred Singh, as I met many avies in my early days in Second Life, through Miles Montgolfier. Her avie was that of an ethereal blonde, but she openly admitted that she was a much older woman at the keyboard, with grown children and I believe grandchildren as well.

On my first rezday, she was the one I ended up talking to when a relationship I was in reached a crisis point. True to her professional training as a therapist, she did not urge me to break it off, but she did urge me to ask myself what I really wanted, what would make me truly happy and how I could fulfill those needs.

She suggested I use a mirror. Instead, I eventually ended up incarnating as Beginning, and talking to myself that way.

The last time I'd talked to her was on my third rezday. I'd just gone through another dark night of the soul and she again provided her support to me.

November, I'd been phone texting back and forth with Miles about some things for Social Butterfly and Miles dropped the news on me: Sacred had cancer again, and it was spreading rapidly.

There I was (or there The Me was, if you like) curled up in the corner of a coffeehouse with my iPhone, crying openly in grief for a woman I'd never met in the flesh. A tall man in black--a musician of my acquaintance--noticed and was kind enough to stop and hold my hands as I wept and tried to explain to him why.

Last night, I'd booked a suite on the SS Galaxy and was curled up with Beginning for a little quality time when Miles popped inworld for a moment. Beginning waited patiently, the way she does, as I IMed with Miles and found out the news--that Sacred had passed away on Saturday.

I sent an IM to GypsyDoctor Donat, who knew her in RL as well as SL and who had been the one to tell Miles about her. He mentioned that Sacred's daughter may take over the account long enough to pass the news on to the avies on her friends list. How strange it would be to see her name one last time in the corner of my screen, even knowing that she's never really coming back.
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My third rezday was last Saturday and while I wasn't able to make it inworld until late in the day, I did have a lovely time once I made it in.

Cut for length and photography )

Beginning has been spending enough time inworld on her own (at my insistence) that she's considering starting a blog of her own to detail her adventures. I'll let everybody here know the moment she does.
cyfishy: (whitehair)
Most of my rezday was spent with Miles. We looked at and ultimately settled on a location for our Social Butterfly store. Talk about motivation to get things moving!

Alas, I also had some RL drama going on at the same time, and Miles was unable to offer me comfort. I talked to Sacred Singh about it, who was incredibly kind and insightful, and who gave me the clarity to make a very difficult decision.

The repercussions of that decision are still reverberating in my life. I won't go into details--that's for the other journal. But, at any rate, Second Life held no appeal for me for the next several days. (And, as it turned out, it was a lucky thing it didn't, because the infrastructure was gafarked for much of that time.)

Sunday, I'd sufficiently (if not completely) recovered enough to have my weekly goal-setting Group meeting. Two made it, one sent regrets (she was still cleaning up messes left behind by the SL troubles of the past few days) and one wasn't even logged in. I touched briefly on my RL troubles and then focused on the meeting. It was good.

Afterwards, I worked on a sort of tutorial kit on How To Make Prim Skirts to give to Miles, since our schedules are now such that coordinating time to meet is difficult at best. I'll be giving it one last review and delivering it the next time I'm inworld.

Working on Social Butterfly is going to be a little harder with the RL business still going on, but I hope to be able to keep things going in a forward direction. Watch this space.
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So, one year ago today, I made my way into the metaverse of Second Life.

I went there because Duran Duran had just announced that they would be playing a show in Second Life. The show still hasn't happened, but Duranies are experts at waiting, since we do so much of it when dealing with this band.

But when I first arrived, I expected it would be soon. I adopted the name "CyFishy" because I was known in Duranland as Cyanide Fish. I wanted something that the other Duranies would recognize and "Fish" wasn't a surname option at the time. Instead, I picked "Traveler", because it seemed to suit what I figured I'd be doing--wandering aimlessly about this strange new world with nowhere in particular to call home. At the time, I didn't expect I'd be plunking down any money to buy land, particularly considering that I had to borrow someone else's computer to even run the viewer at all.

At the start, Second Life became a sort of extension of the Duranie network. We traded names on the message boards and I friended fellow Duranies. Avalon became a kind of hangout for Duranie types, and eventually they added Duran artwork and music for us. Tao Takashi did a little blog post about it. (That's actually me in the picture, the pale one on the couch.)

Over time, the Duranie presence started to fade. The exodus probably began when the folks at Avalon took down the Duran decorations in preparation for the official Duran islands. (Which remain mythic lost continents as I write this.) Perhaps I would have been another one of the ones to drift away, had my life not taken a certain turn.

I met Miles Montgolfier.

I try not to drag too much of my RL into this blog, so I'll try to be minimal on the details of How We Met. Suffice to say, we met in RL, hit it off and found out that one of the things we had in common was Second Life.

Because I was still only able to get on when I could borrow the computer at my parents' house, it took us something like a month or more to actually cross paths in Second Life. When we finally did, it became a kind of Sunday night ritual--I would go to the house for Sunday dinner, meet with Miles later in the evening and go home (usually quite late.)

Miles introduced me to many people and places, and I reached the point that I was looking at how much it would cost to upgrade my computer so I could play at home as well.

Fate forced the issue, by causing my existing iBook to show the first signs of screen death. I bit the bullet and bought a shiny new machine.

Not long after, I bought a yearly membership and a little 512 patch of land of my very own.

And not long after that, I started a blog for my avatar.

You should know the rest. If you don't, go back and read it. ;)

It's certainly been quite a year. I plan to spend the evening roaming my haunts, old and new. If you see me, feel free to say hello!


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