I know, I know... its been over a year. I'll get back to all of that later.
So... one of the things that IS ( as opposed to somethin' I like or dislike) about my Second Life is constant change. That's something that the meat-spacer in me has to get used to. At first it is somewhat unsettling, as it was the first time I abandoned my carefully crafted nirvana on Dreamworld West. Now for me wholesale change in SL becomes something to accept, even embrace. New stuff, new folks, new possibilities and never going "back." Reminds me of the "The Wheel."
And what it all boils down to is that in the hyper-real place we (avitars) call "home" the fact that impermanence is always a possibility therein lies a truth constant to our "real world"as well. We have just convinced ourselves that all this RL "stuff" is constant. It ain't. Its just denser... maybe so are we.
The events of the past 24 hours are a prime example SL in flux. I've waited a long time to blog again for a great number of reasons. But this example of the Truth of Transience is so perrrrfect, so compelling that I will break through my excuses and inertial dampners and bring forth blog and flickr pics. 
Last night I wanted to work on my new treeouse build. But building requires such focus and an inadvetant stress on the mousing side of my upper bod that in the face of a couple of days of a locked shoulder, I thought it best to not get started on any in-world intensity. I typically miss the physical queues that I should stop and take a break, and its not until I have a genuine problem on my hands do I notice that my hands and feet are cold, and my right arm resembles a knotty, twisted tree root. I opted for popping in to visit the build and take a few pics. In the process I see that TheDiva Rockin' is making a shout out to come to Parkade for the bootieSL party... a fine choice for kicking back some low-stress and wholly entertaining in-world time.
Last night I wanted to work on my new treeouse build. But building requires such focus and an inadvetant stress on the mousing side of my upper bod that in the face of a couple of days of a locked shoulder, I thought it best to not get started on any in-world intensity. I typically miss the physical queues that I should stop and take a break, and its not until I have a genuine problem on my hands do I notice that my hands and feet are cold, and my right arm resembles a knotty, twisted tree root. I opted for popping in to visit the build and take a few pics. In the process I see that TheDiva Rockin' is making a shout out to come to Parkade for the bootieSL party... a fine choice for kicking back some low-stress and wholly entertaining in-world time.
I'd been to Parkade for this event a couple of time before. It is there that I learned about mashups: songs where two (and many times many more) music tracks are laid one atop another and a "mix" is applied. I love this art form! Its really fun when I know alll of the songs, but the songs that are all new to me are cool too. Last night DJ Amanda Shinji, 1/2 of the founding Ma's @ http://www.bootiesl.com/ was servin' up some great mash. At the end of an awesome set, she announces that she is giving up the Parkade sim, but that the party and the gigs would be moving to a newer, sexier location on a faster, more accomodating class 5 sim. Change happens...
This morning, I decide to go an cruise bootiesl.com to see if I can grab some of the tracks I heard last night. After crusing the songs there and on some linked mashup sites, I wondered if I could find a handy mash-up stream to play whiel I attend to pressing RL matters. I remembered that Amanda switched over to the booitesl stream last night at the end of her set. I decide to go backin-world right where I left to catch a stream there, or get a clue about where to find a streaming url.
In I pop, back to my last location... and poof! This is Parkade today. I take it Amanda got really busy last light. And there it is: the reality of transcience, in my face and on my screen. if I am lucky, I will visit the new club, dip my lobes into the pool of audio porridge once again. But the experience is now but a memory just like all the other memories stacking up to make the fabric that's "my life." Jes' like 'dat. And its all good. Well it better be: it's my choice to do what I will with that which is inevitable.
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