Yesterday my cat acted like a lunatic, running from one end of the apartment to the other, howling at the ceiling, even standing on the back of the couch on his hind legs, pawing at the air above his head and howling. He seemed to have taken leave of his senses. Today when he was back to his usual placid self, it clicked for me. Yesterday was a bright, beautiful sunny day and I had the window blinds all the way up to let all the sun in. Today it’s back to gloomy, cloudy rain. His reaction reminded me of a favorite short story by Ray Bradbury called All Summer in a Day. I remember reading it for the first time in 8th grade English class and actually crying in class. I found a short video on YouTube, cheekily low-budget and totally faking the ending. The filmmaker probably thinks people can’t handle the real ending which is a stark look at childhood cruelty without a Hollywood ending of redemption.
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We Take the Pressure and We Throw Away
We take the pressure, and we throw away conventionality, belongs to yesterday.
There is a chance that we can make it so far.
We start believin’ now that we can be who we are. Grease is the word.
Grease is the word, is the word that you heard.
It’s got a groove, it’s got a meaning.
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion.
Grease is the way we are feeling.
Feelin’ Groovy
I loved the new off-the-shoulder top from Peqe so much that it overcame my usual resistance to bare-midriff clothing. Normally I would have paired it with high-waisted pants or a skirt, but there was something so whimsical about it that I pulled on this shorts from Pink Outfitters with an adorable belted bow.
Something In a Sunday
Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
I’d smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I’d been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I’d lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.
Two Looks Not One
Shiki is back with a gorgeous new gown that, whether Shinichi Mathy planned it or not, works perfectly as a long or short dress. Working with system layers and flexes, Mathy’s doing it old school, but with skill that never gets old. The Osbcurus dress can be worn short with this pouf of fabric in a short and sassy outfit. Continue reading
Baby Needs a New Pair of Shoes
All my people need food and water
And Baby needs a new pair of shoes
July sun gettin’ hotter and hotter
And Baby needs a new pair of shoes
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Reflections, Not Resolutions
New Year’s Eve has never been a big holiday in my family. Most of the day was spent cleaning and preparing for New Year’s Day which was much more important. We always had a sparkling clean house and a feast on New Year’s, honoring a folk tradition that what you experience on New Year’s Day is the harbinger of the coming year. Well, one thing you would not want on New Year’s Day is a hangover! We didn’t make resolutions either. This was probably more the influence of my mother more than any tradition. She always said that if you plan to do something, just do it. If it’s important enough to do, it’s too important to delay until the new year. What we did do, though, is look back at the year and appreciate our good fortune.
Those traditions continue. I have been cleaning today. I am having a New Year’s dinner party tomorrow. And I have been looking back at 2012 and appreciating my good fortune.
If It’s Sunday, It Must Be Jazz
I play a classic jazz set every Sunday morning from 9 to 11 AM SLT at The Velvet. Usually I focus on the oldies from Stan Getz, Dexter Gordon, Zoot Sims, John Coltrane and many others. I have a strong preference for the old jazz greats but the old jazz forms are still powerful influences on today’s jazz. With the year end upon us, I am doing a special set looking back at the fine jazz of 2012. I hope you can swing by.
Sissy Pessoa of Baiastice has created a fabulous dress perfect for any jazz chanteuse. I wish I could sing well enough to be a chanteuse of anything. However, I am perfectly dressed to sing. The heavy silk charmeuse drapes as beautifully as a caress.
Pycho Snowman
So I am looking forward to the new Doctor Who Christmas Special tomorrow. It’t called the Snowmen and while I have very little idea what it’s about, it’s quite likely it will have scary snowmen. But will they be this scary? Of course, I would happily face this psycho snowman if it meant traveling space and time with the Doctor and enjoying a timey-wimey universe. The top is from Tameless – a find on Marketplace – however it’s not standard sized and I had to reduce my butt a bit because there was one tiny spot that peeked through. All the photos for this post are raw, unedited pics from Second Life. I used a projector and got that grainy texture using RenderSSAOFactor in the Debug menu.
Awake and Unfold
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom” ~ Anaïs Nin
Last Saturday the 2012 Miamai Black Label collection was revealed during an immersive and beautiful show called “Unfold” which was about the painful but full of hope journey from our inner fears and desperation to the birth of a new life. From the dark to the light. From the cocoon to the flight.
It was a stunning and meaningful show, everything was perfect, the spectators had to wear a moth avatar to get in. Brilliant.
If you missed it, you can watch the video made by Thalia Heckroth , an amazing capture of an amazing event.
In the following pictures i’m going to show you two pieces of the collection, breathtaking dress and boots created by the talented Monica Outlander and Pill Kanto.
*bows to Monica and Pill*
The gorgeous skin i’m wearing is from Glam Affair, a special version of Amberly, it’s called Unfold and, along with some others, Aida Ewing created it for the show, only for the show, and i feel honoured and lucky to have them.
I’ll add some excerpts from the beautiful poem especially written for the show by Kathryn O’ Driscoll ( Keira Seerose inworld ) and which accompanied the show itself, telling about the transition from cocoon to flight. Here you can find the whole six parts of this touching poem, they should be read together and in order.
Oh, mother,
Mine creatrix, help me.
Oh, won’t you lend me some new air to breathe.
I feel I may stew to death in melancholia;
Will I see you there?
They say that the blackness,
the ravenous cave, has devoured me.
They talk of me,
as if I am not here. Am I?