12 January, 2009

zutto sagoshitu sottou hikoru homomi hikori

I'd heard earlier this morning that Bland was having a sale. I knew only that their famed "Subtle Dress" was also on sale.

Would I'd never asked...but I had to know.

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(Click for the larger image, if you're really curious.)

Well. Now I know. And knowing is...something.

Still, all separates are marked down to L$25, all dresses down to L$50, and all shoes--all four pair of them--are at L$20 until the sale ends and Bland closes. It's modern wear, all of it, but with simple clean lines that are not unappealing.

Save for the Subtle Dress.

Before that, though, Creator Allen was in the throes of intense creation--namely, Cecil, which is now out at Autogenic Alchemy. It nearly didn't happen at all, though, because the sandbox we frequent suddenly--and mysteriously!--filled up completely on prims.

This was on the astounding side, as 15,000 prims don't vanish instantaneously for no reason.

All we could find was this builder, Midas Blazer, in her temporary workshop about a thousand feet below our position. (We literally fell into her skybox.) She had nearly a full dozen nukes, and three styles of hair rezzed out, along with a platform, a half-hollowed orb, and some other scattered oddities.

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Nothing she had added up to 15,000, and plus, there was the communication difficulty...she spoke Spanish, but didn't like my translator; I, speaking English, could never make her understand I didn't speak French.

Finally, I told her I'd contact the fellow who, it turned out, had rezzed all the nukes for some reason. Who asked, when I IMed him, if I could just return them.

I said, as I didn't own the sandbox, I wouldn't be able to, but he could, if he came to her location...and he said he would.

We left soon after; Miss Neome couldn't even attach avatar bits to herself!

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Finally, I've begun exploring Mondserrat. Volcanis is by far the more dangerous of the two islands. The "anti-probe" protection scared me more, but the turkeys sent me running screaming into killer bees...and then the UFOs came, and I understood the "anti-probe" devices!

But Verdis, while lovely, also has giant spiders, savagely prowling black panthers, and a Tiki bar.

I fear the Tiki bar.

Still, it's worth another journey. Who knows, I may find something very interesting indeed!

...beyond new ways to die, I mean.

(The song comes from the anime series Chobits, and is sung by Rie Tanaka. It's called Ningyo Hime, which means "Mermaid Princess".)

08 January, 2009

he ran for the fields and came back the next day, you had blown out his eye and you could see his brain

They don't see. They don't understand. They pin their grasp of things on one phrase, a set of words I've long abandoned in this.

Mayhap a brief lesson, then.

Pronunciation: \ˈnät-sē, ˈnat-\
Function: noun
Etymology: German, by shortening & alteration from
Nationalsozialist, from national national + Sozialist socialist
Date: 1930

1: a member of a German fascist party controlling Germany from 1933 to 1945 under Adolf Hitler
2: often not capitalized a: one who espouses the beliefs and policies of the German Nazis : fascist b: one who is likened to a German Nazi: a harshly domineering, dictatorial, or intolerant person


Between one thing and another, as the madness swept over Germany, between 1933 and 1945, between nine and eleven million people lost their lives. By medical experimentation; forced marches; starvation, torture, and separation of young from old; and, before the camps were established, systematic kidnapping and cremation of those who protested. Nine to eleven million died. From state-adopted Nationalsozialist thought.

What is so apparent, so manifestly clear to me, they bypass without a thought or care. They jest, they laugh, they spin, while I stand fast, and they circle unaware.

Soviet citizens and dissidents died; homosexual men and lesbian women; the terminally and mentally ill; most prisoners of war; anyone who was unfortunate enough to be disabled; Polish nationals and Slavic travelers; Freemasons; Jehovah's Witnesses; the Romani; and of course, the Jews. It was systematic; it was brutal; it was very nearly total.

"Oh, but can't you take a joke?"

You know, it is a funny thing. Having been raised around individuals with numbers tattooed on their arms from the camps; having Rom extended family who still tell the stories of the camps around the fires; and, between one thing and another, having an affinity for Jewish men on the grid...

No. Not attached to that word, no. Apparently, I can't.

Now I think the only ones who truly understand are the demon leaving and the ones already gone. Between the damned and the dead, the living haven't a prayer, and no gods that would hear.

And I tire, I tire deeply, of being the only voice raised in protest. I tire of being attacked without cause. Alas, though, I cannot tire of being misunderstood...because that has the weight of a pattern of a life, behind it. I should be used to it by now.

But what galls, what deeply galls...is I thought I had explained this, this, at least. If nothing else got through, this did.

Mr. Sascha Vayandar apologized, and I accepted his apology. I cannot yet offer apologies of my own to Mr. Hax, because I still feel he was, is, out of line.

But Miss Homewood, I expected better of you. And all that laughed with you when you let 'chat nazis' drip so lightly off your tongue.

This is my last word on the subject. I give you no more ammunition to strike against my heart this deeply. As far as I am concerned, this is over. And any of you who laughed this morning, you should be ashamed, that you even once would seek to compare me with them.

How dare you.

06 January, 2009

too tired to laugh at a vaulting moon

Short but intriguing news story on how many sims are being returned to the Lindens. Pointed, if brief, commentary on the situation.

Some distracted wanderings, as I go about my preparations for sleep.



This was taken as we were sitting in Bare Rose Tokyo's VIP room. And yes, Miss Neome really did think she was being all stealthy and ninja-like with her hiding skills.

Later, she hid even more effectively by sitting on the Raffle ball in the room, and rotating in a slow violet orbit. Indeed, hardly noticeable at all, she was only a bauble four times the size of the Raffle ball...

Speaking of o'erlarge baubles, however...

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Click for a larger version of where, exactly, this was. During Solange's 12 Days of Christmas hunt, she actually buried one of her ornaments completely. It was exactly where she said it would be, and it was a 10x10x10 sphere, also as she said.

But still, fiendishly clever. Kudos to you, Miss Cerveau, well played indeed.

Ever wonder what happens when one of your prim eyes detaches during transport, and you come in partially Ruthed? Wonder no more:

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Miss Midnight Bohemia explains wordlessly why two eyes are better than one.

And finally, from the ornament hunt at Falln, an odd encounter with the lurking undead.

Glimpsed on the stairs, a flash of red, a tuft of white fur, a snarling zombie visage from beyond the grave:

[3:29] My Pet Zombie Claus: See you later.
[3:29] My Pet Zombie Claus: >>:[
[3:29] Emilly Orr: Zombie Claus!
[3:29] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Can we get back to business?
[3:29] Emilly Orr: No!
[3:29] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Are you serious?
[3:30] Emilly Orr: It's Zombie Claus!
[3:30] My Pet Zombie Nurse: You're kidding. It is?
[3:30] Emilly Orr: It is!
[3:30] Emilly Orr: Look!
[3:30] Emilly Orr: He's right down there!
[3:30] My Pet Zombie Nurse: I see. Right down there is he?
[3:30] MystiTool HUD 1.3.0: Collision with "My Pet Zombie Nurse", Owner: Azriel Demain
[3:30] Emilly Orr: OW
[3:30] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Tell me a story.
[3:30] MystiTool HUD 1.3.0: Collision with "My Pet Zombie Nurse", Owner: Azriel Demain
[3:30] Emilly Orr: OW
[3:30] My Pet Zombie Nurse: What color are your eyes?
[3:30] MystiTool HUD 1.3.0: Collision with "My Pet Zombie Nurse", Owner: Azriel Demain
[3:30] Emilly Orr: They're impaled on your cart!
[3:30] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Impaled on my cart are they?
[3:30] Emilly Orr: OW
[3:30] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Can we get back to business?
[3:30] Emilly Orr: Stop hitting me!
[3:30] My Pet Zombie Nurse: OK I'll try not to do it so much.


I ran across the floor; he ran after.

[3:33] Emilly Orr: OW
[3:33] My Pet Zombie Nurse: My brain uses AIML to format responses to your inputs, but I don't have one for that.
[3:33] Emilly Orr: You did that on purpose!
[3:33] Emilly Orr: NO
[3:33] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Are you serious?
[3:33] Emilly Orr: STOP
[3:33] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Stop what?
[3:33] Emilly Orr: Running over me!
[3:33] My Pet Zombie Nurse: You are asking about yourself?
[3:33] Emilly Orr: I tend to
[3:33] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Thanks for the information.
[3:33] Emilly Orr: Fine, look, just...I'll stand over here.
[3:33] My Pet Zombie Nurse: I am glad to hear it. Sorry my eye is not attached right now. I haven't heard anything like that before.
[3:33] MystiTool HUD 1.3.0: Collision with "My Pet Zombie Nurse", Owner: Azriel Demain
[3:33] Emilly Orr: OW
[3:33] Emilly Orr: MINE EITHER
[3:33] My Pet Zombie Nurse: It goes without saying. I only hear that type of response less than five percent of the time.
[3:34] Emilly Orr: No kidding
[3:34] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Would I kid you?
[3:34] Emilly Orr: Let me find my eyes.
[3:34] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Go ahead, try to find your eyes.
[3:34] MystiTool HUD 1.3.0: Collision with "My Pet Zombie Nurse", Owner: Azriel Demain
[3:34] Emilly Orr: OW
[3:34] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Is that your final answer?
[3:34] MystiTool HUD 1.3.0: Collision with "My Pet Zombie Nurse", Owner: Azriel Demain
[3:34] Emilly Orr: AAAAAAAH
[3:34] My Pet Zombie Nurse: Tell me about your likes and dislikes?
[3:34] MystiTool HUD 1.3.0: Collision with "My Pet Zombie Nurse", Owner: Azriel Demain
[3:34] Emilly Orr: Great, you're homicidal AND codependent!


Honestly, I like FallnAngel Designs, I really do. And most of the time the zombies are...well, you know, a little off, they're zombies, but...still...

I bet he's just jealous of Zombie Claus.

And off for needed sleep.

05 January, 2009

when the trees are sobbing faintly, with a gentle unknown woe

Perhaps it's an impossible ideal, perhaps wishing for the "old standards" I and others remember is asking too much. It was never about dress, it was never about social standing, but I thought it was about decorum, manners, and public presentation.

I really am, when push comes to shove, speaking more about the stunning lack of respect overall, over the individual lapses of proper etiquette. Personally I don't care if someone's more used to "sweetie" or "dearie" or uses proper names as a source of address (if not at a formal ball)--it's the respect behind it--or not--that matters most.

I've been thinking a lot about this, and it all comes down to a very few points for me:

* I don't want to participate in a themed community that ignores its theme. Are we or aren't we recreating the nineteenth century, as best we can? Are we or aren't we interested in Victoriana? If the general answer to both of those questions is "no", then my behavior must change, eventually: I must adapt to a society of Caledonians who want to dress however they want, talk however they want, and I'll likely drop the "Mr." and "Miss" designations along with it. But it will be a hard change for me, because that's part of why I adore Caledon.

Of course, along with losing social formality and bustle skirts will come an increase in net abbreviations, coarse humor, and the equivalent of fisticuffs in channel, because that's what's happened in every other active group I'm involved in.

On the other hand, having witnessed over half an hour of discussion in ISC chat last night about blingy nipples and the validity of male genitalia, I'm not so sure we're not already there.

* I don't want to feel as if opening ISC chat is a bad idea. This one's key: I don't want it to get to the point where I'd rather be off the grid than open--or listen to--the official channel. I hear so many people, over and over, say they just keep the window closed; but how does that help anyone? The channel's there for a multitude of reasons, but the main ones (at least, so I think) are asking questions (about theme, about prims, about scripting, about history--being willing to ask, and willing to answer, I think is valid and important to ISC chat), asking for help from EMs (restarting sims, clearing away prim clutter, et cetera), announcements from Des (and again, closing the window? Closes off the Des announcements, some of which he doesn't make notices for), and fostering community (which takes a variety of forms, from passing around notable links to asking how someone is doing to simply chattering back and forth on issues of the day in Caledon). If we choose to keep the window closed, we are in essence choosing not to participate in the evolution of social Caledon. And that's not the answer.

* I don't want to get to the point (again, unless we're abandoning theme entirely) where I'm "Em" to everyone out there. Des says it's not about politeness, it's about being decent, genuine, compassionate and forgiving. And those are good things, I grant those are good things. But is everyone identifying "decent" and "genuine" correctly? I don't, personally, think "decent" includes who's schtupping whom at any given time. I don't think "decent" includes cursing on channel. I don't think "genuine" means we act any old way we want and everyone else should just deal.

Some time back, I got into a tangle with a group I was involved with at that time. Things went south insanely quickly; and my decision, then, was to reinforce the fall. If they wanted an enemy, if they wanted someone to hate, if they wanted someone to despise, by God I would be that someone. And I was. I was hateful, I was vicious, I was petty beyond all dreams, I was a bitter picador, scoring points in blood as I went.

No one won that argument. And it ranged for three weeks online, which--online--is a very long time indeed.

More than four years have passed since that point. I am older now, and just possibly wiser. And I am doing my level best not to descend into the place where it's all about counting off obscure digs and being ruthless, being mean, just for the sake of it.

But I don't think I'm wrong in the main. It wasn't about any one particular avatar, that night this all started. It was about the last straw, the absolute last straw, for me and many others. It might have been anyone, old or new, that caused the snap; though I doubt it, highly, it could have been peerage or merchant, debutante or dilettante; whom didn't matter, what they chose to say DID.

I have been lambasted in other places for "attacking newbies"; that's inaccurate, I think, and disingenuous besides. While it may, when laid out, come down in some fashion to "new" versus "old" Caledon, I don't think that's the main point. And in any case, I never meant "new people to Caledon" versus "people who've been in Caledon for some time". I meant Caledon as a whole. How it is now, as opposed to how it was a year ago. Or two years ago.

And in any case, as someone else pointed out, it's not all about me--it's about what's best, for all of Caledon. What do we as a group want? Societies can be equated to living organisms; individual people (think "cells") may have power in small ways to effect things, but only the body at large can effect large change. So what does Caledon the body want? What makes it happy? What will best keep it happy?

Common decency is only common if everyone understands what decency means. Compassion, forgiveness, these are easier (though harder to personally attain--we are far too fond of grudges, some of us). And I will maintain to my dying day that "genuine" means being open, being honest, insofar as we can, being real if that's not too much of a metaphoric impossibility--but it does not, it cannot mean, for me if for no one else, an utter disregard for each and every propriety.

Manners. Social lubricants. I mean that. Manners are the difference between a society of disparate values and views that can still come together and enjoy time spent, and a society that is anything but polite, anything but social, anything but understanding, approachable, friendly or entertaining. "Social pleasantries"? They are exactly that--things that help to smooth the way for the society to function well, and in good health.

Decency, compassion, forgiveness--these are excellent community guidelines, and I fully support them. But manners should be paired with decency. Manners, after all, in society at large, at dances, at gathering points, just meeting on the street...they're part of what separates Caledon from any other section of the grid.

Without manners, we might as well become a nation of skyboxes, and never go to ground. And where's the fun in that?

(Later edit: I should let this go, I really should, but I find I must make at least one additional point. This whole issue does not pertain in the least to the OpenSpace sim conflict. It has persisted and steadily grown--or descended--for at least six months if not longer. The OS issue happened after I noticed the first signs of decay, and while it hasn't helped, it didn't generate everything, poof, from a hat. This went on long before.)

04 January, 2009

this is an anthem for the risk of loving you

What a difference a day makes.

Times have changed,
And we've often rewound the clock,
Since the Puritans got a shock,
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
If today,
Any shock they should try to stem,
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.


Mr. Leafblade Dagger addresses why simple etiquette is so important. Otenth Paderborn, Jarl of Orcadia, speaks out on the value of community, virtual or real. Sir Edward Pearse gathers other bloggers' posts together, including Miss Laval's post on her largest pet peeves in group chats (above and beyond Caledon), and Miss Rhianon Jameson's putting forth of a set of simple edicts of her own.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Anything Goes.


Duchess Gabrielle Riel weighs in with some of the reasons she left Caledon, and Duchess Diamanda Gustafson makes it march.

And Miss Hypatia Callisto calls me out, in essence, which was hardly necessary.

Good authors too who once knew better words,
Now only use four letter words
Writing prose, Anything Goes.


All right. So there's been much chatter, and most of it good, and I'm glad of that; if my little tiff on ISC will provoke anything even remotely concerning common decency on channel, it will be vilifying (of me) well done indeed.

If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose!
When every night,
The set that's smart
Is intruding at nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes.


I always thought Robert Heinlein put it best in his book Friday, that the two steady and constant earmarks of a sick culture, a civilization in decline, are the identification with the group, over the country, and the increase in personal rudeness:

"High taxation is important and so is inflation of the currency and the ratio of the productive to those on the public payroll. But that's old hat; everybody knows that a country is on the skids when its income and outgo get out of balance and stay that way--even though there are always endless attempts to wish it way by legislation. But I started looking for little signs and what some call silly-season symptoms.

"I want to mention one of the obvious symptoms: Violence. Muggings. Sniping. Arson. Bombing. Terrorism of any sort. Riots of course--but I suspect that little incidents of violence, pecking way at people day after day, damage a culture even more than riots that flare up and then die down. Oh, conscription and slavery and arbitrary compulsion of all sorts and imprisonment without bail and without speedy trial--but those things are obvious; all the histories list them."

"Friday, I think you have missed the most alarming symptom of all."

"I have? Are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to grope around in the dark for it?"

"Mmm. This once I shall tell you. But go back and search for it. Examine it. Sick cultures show a complex of symptoms such as you have named...but a dying culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners. Lack of consideration for others in minor matters. A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot."

"Really?"

"Pfui. I should have forced you to dig it out yourself; then you would know it. This symptom is especially serious in that an individual displaying it never thinks of it as a sign of ill health but as proof of his/her strength."
--Friday and Dr. Baldwin in Friday


When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian Reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
Anything goes.
When Rockefeller still can hoard
enough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows,
Anything goes.


What do (most) of the blog posts seem to agree on? Gosh, we'd really like it if we could bring back personal niceness to Caledon. Why is this such a horrifying proposition? Using "Miss" or "Mister" (forget the complicated ethos of titles for now and what may or may not be roleplay in the first place; that's too tangled a topic at present); saying "Excuse me" or "Pardon me" when you bump into someone. Just that. Just that alone could help so much. Why is this wrong?

The world has gone mad today,
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
And that gent today
You gave a cent today
Once had several chateaux.
When folks who still can ride in jitneys
Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys
Lack baby clothes,
Anything goes.


"In any free society, the conflict between social conformity and individual liberty is permanent, unresolvable, and necessary."
--Kathleen Norris, novelist


Think of it this way: Caledon is an engine. When it works, it works swimmingly. It hums, the workers are happy, it is productive, it chugs along. It does its job, and does it well.

But when it fails to do this, when it falters, it grows more difficult to use the engine effectively. The workers become unhappy and overstressed. It is harder to get the engine to aspire to great heights (and commensurate great depths) because it is harder for the engine to function.

If Sam Goldwyn can with great conviction
Instruct Anna Sten in diction,
Then Anna shows
Anything goes.


Now. Think of manners as social lubrication, keeping everything moving, easily. Fine, forget titles; perhaps we're moving away from a titled peerage, from Laird Brideswell and her Lyonesse and Lady Amber and Lady Serra, into the days of Gabi and Eva, Kami and Elrik, and if that's what everyone wants, I am far from the sole arbiter in this, I don't have any power to enforce.

But wouldn't it be better to keep first names to your close friends? Keep at least Mr. Merlin, Miss Hauptmann, Miss Anansi? Or by invitation: I have Edward's permission to call him Edward. Though I defer to titles first, if I wanted, I have her Lyonesse's permission for "Kami". All of us have Des' permission to use Des, to keep things unembroidered, simple, clean.

When you hear that Lady Mendel standing up
Now turns a handspring landing up-
On her toes,
Anything goes.


"A human group transforms itself into a crowd when it suddenly responds to a suggestion rather than to reasoning, to an image rather than to an idea, to an affirmation rather than to proof, to the repetition of a phrase rather than to arguments, to prestige rather than to competence."
--Jean-Francois Revel


The thing is, retaining simple manners doesn't mean you're going to be locked in a teahouse and beaten when you don't raise the right finger from your teacup. It simply means that--"Sir", "Madam" (or Miss); or "Miss Someone", "Mr. Someone". This seems to be what most people (blogging people, at least) want. Isn't that a good thing?

Just think of those shocks you've got
And those knocks you've got
And those blues you've got
From those news you've got
And those pains you've got
(If any brains you've got)
From those little radios...


"If you can't be a good example, then you'll just have to be a horrible warning."
--Catherine Aird


"If I can serve as nothing else," I've said, over and over again, "I can serve as an example of What Not to Do." At the very least, in the end, that much is still true: and I'll likely say it again in future. I am not the example of shining moral behavior; I am not the silver-winged seraph bearing news of Caledonian redemption.

Really. I'm not. It's not me. This isn't even a purely Caledonian blog, the which I've pointed out more than once. But what it is, what it generally serves as--when it isn't the hotbed of discussion it's been for the past few days--is my small corner of the grid where I discuss things of interest to those of a more vintage temperment; truly creative builds; odd places I wander through; and yes, notes on simple behavior.

It was all these things before I posted what I did, before I said what I said in ISC chat.

I was all these things before that. Neither of us has changed.

So Missus R., with all her trimmin's,
Can broadcast a bed from Simmons
'Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes!


"You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life."
--Winston Churchill


I'd only say one last thing. I find after considerable thought that I am still discomfited on Miss Callisto's o'er-personal attack. So let me speak this, and speak it plainly: and this time, gentles all, do listen to what I say, before engaging in the next friendly chair-tossing contest.

I have not now, in this debate, nor in the past, in all my time in and out of Caledon on the grid, ever--and I do mean that, ever--taken Miss Callisto to task for her attire, her attitude, her manner of speech, her level of intelligence, her knowledge of fashion, her abilities as a builder, her philosophical outlook, her experience, the breadth and depth of her knowledge, or her appearance. I have not done this, in this journal, nor have I done this in ISC chat.

In fact, on several occasions I have praised her. I think she does things with prims and sculpts that I can't even dream of. I think she can walk around a script three times and make it bark. I've been happy to see her at events, complimented her, and I don't think I've ever done these things disingenuously.

So back it down a bit, guys. Please. I am not gunning for her head on a pike, this is not the first time we've disagreed. This is just the first time I had utterly no idea why she's so wroth with me.

(Lyrics taken, of course, from the Cole Porter song--and musical--but specifically from the Fallout 3 version.)

but for you and me it's hard to see her glory in the sun

Sometimes, the simplest ideas lie right under our noses--or are found much closer to home than we might suspect.

(As always, click for larger images if you cannot properly make out details in the thumbnails.)

In an essay titled Paupers with good posture, Gibbous Fashions states:

gibbous is a miniature fashion house of hearts & hands collecting bits and pieces of discarded history. we hunt decrepit victorian clothes & stained silk slips. we harvest the lost trinkets of the city. buttons, coins, keys..we probably even have something of yours.



(Photos by Selene. Model: Kevin. The Neopolitan Dandy Vest retails for $175.00.)


I am in love with their intricate detailing, and the rescue work they're trying to do. They state the only new materials they use are the threads, and even some of those they salvage, from other garments, and use to sew together new ones.

our garments are made one by one, without patterns, in a method similar to putting a puzzle together. a myriad of different materials & histories are forged together in a sea of stitches. each piece is one of a kind, sculpted to the body, and adorned with various tatters and flourishes. flowers & buttons. chains & railroad parts.



(Photos by Peter Hinton. Model: Selene. The Thanksy skirt has been sold.)


It's piecework, it's puzzle work, delicate and hardy, charming and dizzying to the eye. And there is such an amazement of vintage clothing out there; if it doesn't fit, if it's stained, if it's ripped, if it's tattered and seen far better days...why not find new uses for it? Unless the fabric's completely reduced to shreds and threads, and even then--make paper!

gibbous is home to four designers. each has a slightly different style but all work together on a foundation of timeless quality & artistic integrity. we are committed to taking things that already exist; from last year's discards to 1800s, and making them live again in better form & f unction. there are hundreds of people designing new styles with new materials, but with the current cast-off culture, this leaves a mountain range of abandoned clothing behind. we venture into these mountains.

modern culture has lost all scent of a soul. mass production & the disposability of fashion & style have ripped away the purity of clothing. sweatshop labor infuses garments with the stench of slavery. we are fighting against this epidemic with needles & thread.



(Photos unknown, but copyright to gibbous fashions. Model: unknown. The Oliver Oaks armwarmers have been sold.)


Create nothing prefabricated. Take piecemeal from the past. Honor every stitch. Lace belongs to everyone. And oh, what they use, when they use it...Buttons. Ribbons. Beads. Bows. Lacework and tatting. Chains. Pins. Nails. Silkscreened vintage prints. Blockprinted words on vintage fabric. Dots. Dashes. Quilting, fabric repoussé work, if that makes sense, topstitching, blanket stitching, suture stitching--no work of hands is left alone.

we believe clothes can have souls. we believe clothes should really be worn, lovingly mended, kept a lifetime and passed down. they can be dear as an old friend or childhood home.

gibbous was born out of necessity. in a world ever growing more one size fits all, garments as individual as their wearer & distilling them with all the left behind beauty of the past, present and future.



(Photos unknown, but copyright to gibbous fashions. Model: Peter. The Horsenail coat has been sold, and it sold for $950.00.)


This one still makes me reel. How long did that coat take to finish? The interlocking black-on-black-on-black, thread and silk and satin, seamed and wired and hemmed...tuck nails here, fix buttons there, the crazy quilt as couture.

from the freebox to the couture house.


And simplicity itself--some thread, some embellishments, and anything can look better. All it takes is time and care.

And yes, they will do custom work. Contact them if you're interested.

02 January, 2009

I'm a lost cause, not a hero

Tigerlily Koi has lost her mind.

Perhaps I should state that in a less inflammatory fashion, but...well, let me lay it out for you.

Go to Calla, her rebuilt-to-cause-more-lag store. She has free demos on her hair, which is always a plus. She offers hair camping on certain styles--also a plus if one has the time. She has three lucky chairs.

These are not bad things.

She ran, on average, before this week began, L$200 per style of five thematic hair colors, in a run of thirty different options (though the last five are multipack options, with the very last being "all shades in this style"; those five are priced higher).

Now she's come out with new hair colors, an entire new line, and raised the charges across the board to L$300 to compensate--only, on all the old styles, available in the old range of colors, I'd still get five different tones per each color bought. In the new styles--even though the entire row of shades lights up when I click it--I apparently get one.

For L$300.

Each color.

For me, personally, a raise from L$200 per five shades, to L$300 per five shades, doesn't break my bank. I mean, really, Falln offers four shades of hair for L$500 per shade, and I've bought that. But L$300 per shade puts them on level with Cake, and Cake hair is already known as ridiculously expensive--people go to Cake because they can find styles no one else has, or that easily resize for larger furry heads.

Calla doesn't have that track record. So, with all of the above taken under consideration...Tigerlily Koi has lost her mind.

Moving on to something else. I think I've reached one of those internal breaking points, I truly have. I am watching friends and peers of the realm alike leaving Caledon, rather than stay and fight the decay. I am hearing people from all social levels in Caledon closing ISC chat, rather than stay and listen, and be offended. I am hearing from friends that they leave the window open, but rarely participate, just in case Des makes an announcement that they need to know about.

And now, much as I respect Des--and I do, deeply--he's essentially said he doesn't want to get involved:

[0:54] Desmond Shang: anyway, I see it this way:
[0:54] Desmond Shang: I am no better than the rest of you
[0:54] Desmond Shang: and any team of moderators would largely be no better
[0:54] Desmond Shang: and the danger of a clique, or perception thereof
[0:55] Desmond Shang: would probably make things worse, not better.
[0:55] Desmond Shang: I decided early on, that if I was going to make a mistake, it was to be 'too light' with powers.
[0:55] Washmy Beardmore: astute.
[0:55] Desmond Shang: I'm open to any and all comments, of course
[0:56] Desmond Shang: but that's my guiding philosophy
[0:56] Praxilla Maryjasz: hear, hear
[0:56] Washmy Beardmore: Bravo


Which is fine, 'ruling with a gentle hand' is fine, but it leads inescapably to one point: if our guiding force will not restrain people from offending others, then one way or another, it will happen by other means. As Duchess Diamanda Gustafson agrees:

[0:56] Diamanda Gustafson: I'll only say this Des. Clique or not clique, mods or no mods, things will find their way of taking care of themselves, one way or another. ANd tha'ts just human nature.
[0:56] Desmond Shang: well I'm not saying it's the best way
[0:57] Diamanda Gustafson: Noone wants you to take sides. That'd be the only problem I'd see.
[0:57] Desmond Shang: but my humour runs along the level of Austin Powers


Since I'm now being labeled a "Chat Nazi", then let me continue being overbearing for a moment: we may not need chat moderation, or even moderators appointed to the task; we definitely do not need two separate chat groups; but perhaps what we do need is a list of guidelines for public chat.

Any of you reading this are welcome to add to this next list; I likely will, and revisit this post in future off and on. But these are things I think are necessary for ISC chat, and mayhap, in fact, for Caledon as a nation-state in Second Life:

Be tolerant. I will say this is chief; in fact, it's one of the virtues of Caledon, along with innovation, civility and cake. Know that not everyone may share your values set, your political outlook, your income bracket, your sexual preference, your culture or your country--but that something has drawn us all together here, and it is in our best interests to tolerate others as best we can, foibles and flaws alike.

Be civil. As long as you can be, as long as you're able to, this is also chief. Be civil, be respectful, while keeping your own integrity and sense of self intact. Treating others with tolerance and civility doesn't mean you lay down and are a doormat for anyone else who wanders by; it means you know the proper social modes, and are able to restrain yourself within them, as is proper and dignified.

This leads us inescapably to my next point: Be polite. And by "be polite", my meaning is specific: be socially polite according to the eras of the time you have chosen to live within. Unmarried women in Caledon, if you do not specifically know of any titles of peerage or partnership status they may hold, are Miss, then Last Name; for the example, as I am not (publically, on the profile) married in world, I would be Miss Orr. Exceptions to this are when one knows someone well, and can then be slightly more familiar, to wit, Miss Emilly.

For married women, it can get trickier, but if you know their partner's name, and they have no other title, then Mrs. Last Name, for instance, or simply Mrs. Their Own Name. If they do happen to have a title, and you know it, then Title Last Name--for example, Christine McAllister is no longer Miss McAllister, she is Lady Pearse, Lady McAllister-Pearse, or Lady or Duchess Argylle (or Rothesay, or whatever the new sim becomes, if they are breaking it up by former title). If in doubt, Mme. McAllister, or even Mme. Any Last Name, if you don't know who they are, is not out of bounds. It shows respect, that you are willing to address another avatar socially in an acceptable neo-Victorian manner.

For men, it's slightly easier; Mr. Last Name works most of the time, titled or not; though if you know they possess a title, then you are encouraged to use that. For example, Elrik Merlin, if you do not know him, would be Mr. Merlin; if you do know him, he would be Laird Brideswell, as Brideswell is his land.

You will rarely be taken to task for addressing any avatar seen (or addressed in chat) as Mr. or Miss Whomever; it shows you are at least making the attempt. The only true error in address is addressing by first name alone, unless one has permission to do so; my best example, of course, is Duke Argylle, Sir Edward Pearse; while I should default to his title (and sometimes do), I can plead the more familiar address of "Edward" due to long friendship, and my position as Best Man at his wedding with his lovely wife.

Perhaps my readers are thinking I am being overly restrictive. Every culture evolves, every culture grows and changes, certain behaviors fall by the wayside, others are embraced wholeheartedly...and with most other cultures, I would generally agree.

Caledon is not one of those cultures. Caledon is a theme; Caledon is a moment trapped in time, in a sense; Caledon does not, per se, evolve, as we understand social evolution. Instead, Caledon brings us the innovation of steampunk fantasy, the scientific exploration of new and intriguing things (new to Victorians, it must be said), within the social and cultural standards of that time. To be Caledonian is then, in this sense, to be that steampunk-driven, neo-Victorian individual, with the only significant cultural overlay that is beyond such a time that of the netizen of modern times, tolerating much that might not be fully accepted in the 1880's, nor dealt with openly--and by this, I do not mean references to child sex, rape, or testicular shredding (as has happened in ISC in times past), but such modernisms of thought and ideal that will always creep through.

Perhaps we only pretend to be such people. If so, we should, at the least, pretend to be better people.

Finally (for now), my last proposed guideline: Be aware. By this, I also have a specific meaning in mind: be aware of the reach of ISC chat. There are currently one thousand seventy-three members of the Independent State of Caledon. Most do not speak in ISC chat. Most simply note the window opening, at this point, and close it in frustration and dismay, not wanting to deal with a night of misbehavior, mishandled flirting, audacious bending of ToS precepts, and the utter lack of principles and civil address.

Before anyone reading this points the finger back at me, yes, I freely admit: I have flirted in chat, sometimes outrageously; I have been scandalous; I have pushed the edge of decency in public. I know this. And I am not alone.

But if my actions provoked people to close the chat window, in dismay, disgust, anger or hurt, I would like to think that would wake me up, at least somewhat, to the danger of my chosen behavior. I would like to think I would seek reform, not further public degradation.

Most of the time, if any one person says they are leaving chat, due to misbehavior in channel, there are ten people who never say a word closing their windows quietly. If two say such a thing--as happened tonight--that means at least twenty that walked away.

How long must one spend, walking away, before one begins to wonder why they remain in Caledon at all? And this chancre at the heart of Caledon may have begun in chat, but it is now spreading to the public streets. How soon before Caledon becomes the mainland, at this rate?

How far do we have to slide before we realize we're slipping under? Drowning, not waving? How far before most of us simply get up, and live elsewhere? This is not what any of us wish to see, and certainly not what Des had in mind!

And this is not the Caledon any of us would be proud of, to help, to succor, to shield.

If anyone has any 'chat necessities' they wish on the list, I am more than amenable to discuss.

30 December, 2008

out of the morning mist and thro' the silent snow

While on the hunt for all the songs I found (or failed to find) on YouTube (I'm now searching alternate sources, because I want to know), I found an intriguing forum question on the Metal Archives board.

Here's some lovely new finds from there:

Eluveitie is variously described as "folk metal" and "Celtic pagan metal". They're what's becoming an expected metal off-branch--sweet female voices, overdriven guitar, solid drumming, and traditional instruments filling in the bare spots--creating a hard, powerful wall of rippling chrome for your ears, that still possesses light lyrical moments.

Siraxta
Giamonios
Inis Mona (harsher than the others, but just as good for metal fans)
Slania (from their latest album of the same name)

They also have a MySpace page.

Taisgeal Clachan also have a MySpace page, which says they're currently on hiatus. Damn. But they still have songs up on that page you can listen to--they seem heavily inclined to moody instrumentals, blended traditional/wired instruments.

Omnia is again one of those quirky groups: they're Dutch, but they're drawn to Celtic music. Well, the Celts did go everywhere...This is from their web page:

"Playing self-composed 3rd-millennium Folk and world-music with a sprinkling of traditional melodies and dance tunes from places like Brittany, Ireland, Scotland and Afghanistan, OMNIA's music is 100% acoustic - no synthesizers, no electric instruments, no programming, just pure honest music."

Neat. Some examples:

Wytches' Brew
Tine Bealtaine
Morrigan (performed live)

Stille Volk comes from France, and is also drawn to Celtic music. They seem more traditional in their approach, but do have power instruments, and tendencies towards hard rock and metal that surface occasionally:

Invocation a Pan
Maudat, from the album of the same name
Espris des bois
Ode aux lointains souverains

They have a MySpace page, too.

Corona Borealis is unique in their commitment only to use acoustic instruments. Of course, they also have only one album, that I've been able to verify. Here's to the release of their second.

Cantus Paganus
Loss of an Exception (harder, and live)
La Rotta

They also have a MySpace page.

The Elders are fully a decade old as a band, and came out of Kansas City to Celtify (it's a word!...sort of) American roots music. And they've done a damned good job:

Men of Erin (live in Dublin)
1849 (live in Illinois)
Lucky One Time (live in Wilmington)

They have a MySpace page.

Planxty is a given, and if you've never heard Planxty, then have you heard Silly Wizard, Silly Sisters, Steeleye Span and/or Fairport Convention?

(For that matter, if your answer to any of the above bands is "No, never heard"--then get thee hence to the feet of Jethro Tull, and begin learning!)

If it helps at all, that scattershot mention-all-at-once had a purpose--all of these bands were foundational to the evolving of Celtic music, as all these bands are variously interpreting it. Fairport Convention led the way, either concurrently or just before Jethro Tull; Jethro Tull went biggest, but Fairport, Silly Wizard, and Steeleye were huge amongst afficionados. Silly Sisters was comprised mainly of women who'd sung with Steeleye and Fairport, and Planxty is the thread that runs through them all.

The one thing that all of these, barring Silly Sisters, were known for was developing the unique fusion of modern instruments playing traditional songs--be they traditional Irish, French, or English ballads, it was still a shock in the late sixties clear through to the late seventies for such a melding to sound anything but unnatural for devotees. Conversely, non-fans of Celtic or folk music found themselves drawn in because of the modern sounds they were able to recognize, and learned to love traditional folk music along the way.

It really was the best of both worlds, in a sense. And it's continued, in one form or another, until now.

Which brings us to Cruachan:

Over a decade of moving from a closely traditional sound towards the evolving 'folk metal' category; they still plan on retaining touches of the traditional, but have always infused it with electronic riffs and heavy modern drum beats. As we've seen with many, many other bands, this is no bad thing.

Ride On
The Death of a Gael
The Children of Lir

Lothlorien is a little harder to find information on. Based out of New Zealand, they have all of one album out, Greenwood Sides. But their sound is plaintively traditional, and I have no fear they'll keep recording.

Turning in another direction entirely, the site also brought up Flogging Molly, the bastard boys of Los Angeles. I'd also toss in the Dropkick Murphys out of Boston, and the godfather of them all, the gentlemen behind the Pogues. If there are three bands that define Celtic punk, these men are it (though you can have fun with Blood or Whiskey as well)

A little taste of Celtic punk:

Workers' Song, Dropkick Murphys (live)
I'm Shipping Up to Boston, Dropkick Murphys
The Dirty Glass, Dropkick Murphys (live w/Stephanie Daugherty)

If I Should Fall From Grace with God, the Pogues
Fairytale of New York, the Pogues (live w/Kirsty Macoll)
Dirty Old Town, the Pogues

Drunken Lullabies, Flogging Molly
What's Left of the Flag, Flogging Molly (live)
If I Ever Leave This World Alive, Flogging Molly
Swagger, Flogging Molly

And just for fun:

They Say No, Blood or Whiskey

And we're going to start winding things up with Lúnasa, which brings us back to the heart of traditional Celtic music, in lovely, simple ways.

Lunasa, for the whole of their decade-plus in the industry, has made their claim to fame by stripping old standards and original work alike down to the bare bones: what drives the beat? What is the heart of melody? What is the simplest crossing harmony? And they determinedly hold to that, keeping things close, clear, and clean.

Some examples:

Black River
Inion Ni Scannlain
The Last Pint (live)

And thank all of you who read through this for putting up with a music post that had no SL references, nor steampunk ones. I promise, I'm working my way back.

(Also mentioned on that metal forum were the Chieftains, in a very odd reference indeed:

"This may sound strange, but The Chieftains have made some wonderful traditional celtic music as well."

Um. Yes, that would be...because they're a Celtic band.)

Finally, always remember: Rick Astley will have his revenge. Hee.

28 December, 2008

God's gift to ballroom notoriety

We wanted to do something special for the Radio Riel office party this year. Sadly, our Fearless Leader, Duchess Gabrielle Riel, couldn't be with us, but we were granted the use of Coquette, newly arrived on the grid. It was a lovely little spot; still snowed in, but very pretty.

Every DJ we could contact to be there, was. I ended up arriving late, because SL was having issues, but as it turned out, everyone else was having problems, so they'd only just started the spin-off when I arrived.

These were the assignments for each musical set, sent out by Duchess Gabi:

Rik - Baroque and Contemporary Celtic

Dia - Medieval and Early Rock and Roll (50s-60s)
Soliel - Renaissance and Contemporary Pop
Gabi - Classical and Disco
Edward - Big Band and World Music
Mitsu - Romantic Classical and Contemporary Electronica/Dance


Laird Brideswell, Elrik Merlin, was playing the acoustic version Herr Mannelig by In Extremo when I got to Coquette [actually, this was Dia, I'm informed], and earlier, he'd played tracks from The Bones of All Men by Philip Pickett and Richard Thompson, and "Scotland the Brave" from Celtic Grooves (Ian Campbell & Brad Rogers).

Then we moved on to Duke Murdann, Otenth Paderborn, who'd decided at the last minute to play in. He was followed by Duchess Diamanda Gustafson, then Soliel Snook, I believe, then Sir Edward Pearse, and, since Dr. Mitsu Figaro had not yet arrived, we started again with Elrik.

[Editrix insert: reverse these, somewhat. It went Dia, then I think Soliel, then Otenth]

I don't, sadly, remember who played in which set (I should've posted this yesterday, when I knew who played what), and I don't think I managed to get all the songs, but roughly in order, this was what we heard:

Duchess Diamanda led off with "Trotto" by Angels of Venice--I had little luck tracking that down, but I did find "Within You Without You", which has a similar feel. From there we went to "Herr Mannelig" (the acoustic version), and we were off:

"Berkay Oyun Havası" (I think) by Mogollar (Turkish rock band, and I have to hear more from them!)
"Miserlou" by Dick Dale
"Hawaii 5-0", from the series of the same name

Soliel Snook picked up from here with "Alone Again Or" by Calexico, and then what's becoming a mutual Radio Riel love affair with the boys from Germany:
"In Taberna" by Corvus Corax
"Mercy" by Duffy (I do know Soliel Snook played "Mercy")
"Tainted Love" by Max Raabe and the Palaster Orchestra
"Glenmalambo: Glenmore" by Macumba (this isn't them, I don't think, but it's the nearest I could find)
"La Serenissima" (the extended remix) by Rondo Veneziano (I believe we'd cycled through everyone, and were back to Elrik at this point)

[Editrix insert: Actually, we'd gone past and were at Dia again for the bit from Garmarna:]
"Polska" by Garmarna (I couldn't track down any mention of "Polska" anywhere, but for a taste of Garmarna, try "Den Bortsalda")
"Saltarello/Ductia/Trotto" by Corvus Corax
"Hullunhumppa" by Korpiklaani (I couldn't find that song, but I found this one--got me what it's called, though, but it gives you an idea of their sound)
"Sabre Dance" by Skyclad
"Rockibus" by Teribus (again, couldn't find anything, but this clip of their performance at Silverleaf Ren Faire, and the Bagad Suite by Teribus should serve as an introduction)

[Then it was Soliel again:]
"Rumba Escocia/Cro Chinn T-Saile" by Salsa Celtica (again, failed to find that, but found this unlabeled snippet and this bit of bio-musica instead)
"Sweaty Things" by Braxton Bragg (friends and neighbors, you don't even WANT to know what comes up when I type in any variation of these words--suffice it to say it's not on YouTube and we're moving on)
"Personal Jesus" by Johnny Cash

"The Little Drummer Boy" by the Klezmonauts (this one I know Otenth played) (also, couldn't find it for perusal, but did track down the "Tangissimo" and "Donna Donna", both performed at the Llanidloes Green Fair, October of 2007)
"Carol of the Bells" by Abney Park (couldn't find anything, but have a taste of "I Am Stretched On Your Grave" which is done wonderfully well by AP)
"Dance of the Sugar Plumb Fairies" by Abney Park (again, no joy, but I found a live performance of "Herr Drosselmyer's Doll" by AP)
"Airship Pirate" by Abney Park

By then Mitsu was there, and led off, in usual style, with inventive J-pop:

"Cloud Age Symphony" from The Last Exile
"UB Devoid" by Way Out West

Unfort, I missed her next number, but we picked up again with Edward's set, which (I think) started with this one:

"Do You Want To" by Franz Ferdinand
"Blue Monday" by New Order
"Paint It Black" by Inkubus Sukkubus (and I will agree with the folk on-site, there is a delicious irony to a goth band singing this song)
"Walk On the Wild Side" by the Wiggles (Edward played this, and I can't track it down, but just imagine this song being sung by these guys)
"I'm On My Way" by the Proclaimers (which is one of the world's bounciest pop songs anyway)
"Doctorin' the Tardis" by the Timelords (and shock! Horror! We got through this without one single Dalek--though Edward did transform into a Cyberman)
"Big Balls" by AC/DC
"Start Wearing Purple" by Gogol Bordello
"Biker Chick" by Jo Dee Messina
"You Can Leave Your Hat On", aka Soliel's theme song (weirdly, I couldn't find the actual video, but I found this piece--which is possibly not safe for some workplaces)
"Black Black Heart" by David Usher

and we ended with "Black Milk" by Massive Attack.

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(Towards the end of the party, we dance in beautiful, snowy Coquette.)

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(Another angle. Note presence of large red arrow: Coquette's coquette-in-chief, Edwina Heron, had tired at that point of folks asking her where the dance machine was.)

All in all, it was a great way to send out the year. By the way, anyone who does remember, fill me in on who played what? And I am so looking forward to listening at the next office party!

and we'll have fun fun fun

I meant to get to this earlier, but for anyone who wants to come--here's an invite to Radio Riel's office party!

But being Radio Riel, we can't just mingle and drink. Oh, no. Our DJs are being set a challenge: fifteen minute sets, announced just before, so our DJs will pretty much be organizing, theming, and playing songs to match that theme on the spot.

It runs from two pm SLT tomorrow--or, well, Sunday, later today--and runs until the DJs get tired, I guess. :)

Come on down. Dancing, conversation, the most cracked-out music back to back you might ever hear in Hoy, and a DJ battle to match the opening of the Conservatory!

(Which, y'know, if you missed it? Was grand insane fun.)

So come one, come all, there's the SLUrl, and coming late just means you'll miss the opening DJ action! Whee!

24 December, 2008

we left them in the alehouse, we drank them clean away

This continues from yesterday's entry; if you haven't read it, I encourage scrolling down before reading the call-and-response noted here. But I felt the replies to that entry deserved to be answered at greater length.

Darien Mason said "Note that the people you mentioned are moving to other Victorian/Steampunk sims. I see that as a sign of Caledon's success. Our sensibilities are exported to other lands as they become part of a greater community. They may pay rent elsewhere, but we're sure to see them at another Caledon Ball."

Dr. Mason: I do see it as a mark of Caledon's success that people, having seen what Caledon is, realize they can share their own vision of times past with the world. Just as Caledon was built by watching Winterfell, so too, Steelhead's expansion, New Toulouse, New Babbage, the Land of Lincoln, the sims comprising Silent's Folly, depicting the Carolina low country of the 1860's...so many others...these are good, and valued, and precisely what historical devotees need to fight to retain.

And never let me gainsay those who have come in and embraced Caledon with their whole heart, fought to keep new traditions and old alive, those who fell in love with one sim or the land entire; I would even say, those who struggle to fit in, but come short on occasion; yearn to, and eventually learn--these gentles are just as valued as those who effortlessly synchronize with the culture as it exists.

I have to believe this, in a sense; I'm one of those. I struggle against modernisms, against more familiarity than is needed; I fret occasionally over my wardrobe, and the precise line between "quasi-Victorian Lolita dress" (which truly, in Victorian times, would be styles of clothing restricted to children alone) and ankle-revealing "slutwear" (to be fair, I actually have a folder in my modern clothing section called that; but I think I can be forgiven, as it used to be work togs).

But I still think there is a dividing line between someone who struggles to adapt to the culture, wishes to--and someone who makes little attempt, and seems not to notice the lack. And I see far, far too many of the latter these days.

Icterus Dagger said: "Although many of us have this ill conceived idea that all rules are for ill, one can't have an influx of people such as Caledon has had (along with its land holdings) and not have some mechanism for enforcing the underlying theme. When you are smaller, you can self regulate; when you are larger, you need help. Perhaps some of us became swamped and unable to handle the load?"

Mr. Dagger: Some did feel overwhelmed, I know that. Some sought to help where they could (the various sims on the grid that donated corners near their transport hubs, that soon became full to bursting with newcomer clothing options, housing options, in some cases, far and away beyond the bins in Victoria City). Others pulled back in complete frustration. This left the rest of us stranded midway between wanting to guide, and wanting to walk away in sheer incomprehension.

Perhaps the greatest number of us chose the wrong option--namely, "We'll just let them be, they'll figure things out sooner or later." They have failed, in many cases, to do this; they have foregone gentle nudges towards correct behavior; and, in a few cases, seem not to care in the slightest. I find myself baffled as to how to proceed, and left unsure that there is any workable solution at this point.

Mr. Dagger continues: "I have seen lapses in language and custom, in politness and tolerance such as I never expected to see, both in the group chat and in person."

And you know, that is the most frightening loss to me in all of this--it's bad enough in what is, essentially, private missives (even though Caledon group chat goes out to far, far more people than ever speak over its aetherwaves, it is essentially kept separate from "main" chat, as we walk through Caledon proper), but to meet these same blunt discourtesies when we are standing not a meter back from the avatar in question...it is disquieting in the least.

To a certain extent I am inured to rudeness on the mainland; the first parcel of land I ever owned in Second Life, I ended up selling at a drastically reduced rate simply because I was excruciatingly tired of coming home to my next-parcel neighbor shooting me in the face. Bear traps, cages, griefers, sim bombs, purportedly adult males overweeningly proud of their exposed privates; I expect these things, these are--dare I say it--fairly routine events.

When I face similar events in Caledon, I find myself curiously unprepared. Were they just wanderers from the outside, that would be one thing, but that in some cases, our own citizens are exhibiting similar behavior...I admit, it does still retain the capacity to shock.

Rhianon Jameson said: "I think it's inevitable that as the number of sims grows, there will be some "drift" from the original theme. It's impossible to corral 800 residents the way one can with a few dozen."

Perhaps the real issue is that Caledon is like most other formed societies: members within them (the SCA springs unerringly to mind; whereas information on the various themes and behaviors expected can be found in many places, for the most part, newcomers are simply dropped into the culture at events and expected to sink or swim on their own merits) will advise, guide, and counsel, but in general, will stand back and let each individual choose their own best way to learn and respond.

There is good and bad in this. Good, in that gentle subversion of the expected 'norm' (on the grid, that would be the mainland) is a good thing; bad, in that perhaps there should be more to things. Perhaps each new resident package needs to contain a list of things To Do (and Not To Do) in Caledon; or a general outline of the period. Reading notes. Something.

Miss Jameson once more: "I agree with Miss Orr that the brain drain is a potential problem. Although there are a great many residents, a much smaller fraction do a large share of the heavy lifting - interesting builds, social events, and so on."

I do agree, actually. I did not originally perceive that as part of the problem (I rather naïvely assumed that more land in Caledon simply meant more members of genteel society to fill that land). And I am still not entirely of the opinion that we're falling downhill, on fire, after having been dipped liberally in organic acid.

Still, it must be said that, while I agree with Dr. Mason's point on Caledonian departure to other themed sims being oddly supportive of continuation of the dream...it still must be affirmed that it is Caledonian departure. And, even with Winterfell Anodyne being once more, that odd mix of dark Victorian/Cthonic demi-history...the rest of Winterfell, by and large, is medieval in theme and like to remain so, retaining sims like Anodyne, Laudanum and Absinthe as 'buffer zones' between the "old" (Winterfell interior) and the "new" (Caledon and other Victorian or themed sims).

How best to fix this? That, I truly can't say. Because I have fought long and hard off the grid, in other societies entirely, to bring in more involvement when only a few shouldered the burden of many; and I failed drastically and completely. I no longer believe that individuals, left to their own devices, can recognize and alter their behavior--if they do not perceive it as wrong.

So...what, then? Try to install the Victorian sense of shame? I don't think that will work (at least long-term), either--as morbidly amusing, for a time, as it might be to 'socially shun' those who persist in uncouth expression. There simply may be no good solution, considering the high numbers of avatars involved.

Edward Pearse stated: The most disheartening thing for me though is the loss of "manners". I don't force people to use titles, though I use them myself, but it's the over familiarity that makes ISC read like a Desperate and Dateless IRC channel sometimes. People posting up that they're now single, or commentaries involving semi-naked men you have shackled in your dungeon should be kept to intimates, not plastered all over for the world to see.

My precise point, Edward. I think I was subconsciously aware of the deterioration of polite society at, sadly, the time I joined Caledon as a parcel owner (which means I, like Miss Jameson stated, may be considered part of the problem, as a new resident). But the night it was brought forcibly and irrevocably home for me was the night a "gentleman" (quotes intended) of Caledon took to task, in harsh and uncompromising language, both the reputation and the source of financing of a lady of his acquaintance--who had every reason, before that night, to expect to be treated as a lady by the majority of Caledon.

And since that night, there has been continual erosion, so much so that at this point it is no longer a shallow grade to the shore, but a sheer cliff drop-off we approach at speed.

Sir Edward continues: "An ex-Caledonian recently trumpeted her reasons for leaving Caledon. Her parting shot was that she was not now or ever a Victorian. My own thought was (after some unpolite ones about not wanting the door to hit her on the way out) was if you don't like Victoriana, then why on earth come and live in a steampunk community?"

This, perhaps, is my other goal, in bringing this to discussion's light: why move to a community one shares nothing in common with; in fact, perhaps actively dislikes in terms of dress, comportment, architectural design, et al; why would someone want to inflict that on themselves? Why would one want to live in a place where (even if we are, to some extent, all playing "dress-up") a certain social reserve is not only expected, but encouraged; where titles and peerage are respected; where we try to honor the history we make, as well as the history we pattern ourselves, our businesses, and our behavior upon, as best we can?

The motto of Caledon remains: Tolerans, Civilis, Innovus, Laganum. These are not just words to be dismissed. Caledon should inspire us to be more tolerant, of ourselves and each other; to be civil, even in uncivil times; to create, to imagine, to invent; to feast and to make merry.

What virtue does Caledon retain, that becomes, perhaps has become, Intolerant; Uncivil; Unimaginative? What is the value of continuing if we have lost all shreds of what has banded our dissimilar selves together, behind such diverse and lovely goals?

That, that, is what I do not want to see Caledon lose. And that, I very much fear, we are steadily progressing towards.

I am open to any suggestions, from friends and enemies alike--or, at least, to those that don't suggest we give in and become Real World: Caledon.

heart full of blues, space and time

While I decide if it's too late to back-date posts that contain the last of the Hair Fair pics, I got hit with this when I was listening...