Tropical Rainforest in Appleberry

Amrit and I got a new sailboat named Loonetta. We are pretty much in love with it, it’s intuitive and you have a lot of options to modify it. Yesterday we went sailing with my modified purple Hippie boat called “Love Project”.

We sailed from Eden Naturist Estate to the South exploring the Fruit Islands. Amrit discovered a sim on the map called “Appleberry” and said, let’s go there.

He had asked Jade to come with us and take care of the boat so we can both leave it and explore the region while she safely sits in the boat and prevents its autoreturn. Pretty smart, this guy ๐Ÿ™‚

The tropical rainforest at Appleberry is remarkably beautiful. We got out for a walk and discovered a fireplace.

Amrit grabbed a stick and tried to light a fire so our wet clothes would dry. He had some trouble in the beginning, but finally he made it!

We continued to explore the island and encountered some pretty dangerous animals.

I even saw an alligator in the water. After I had made sure that danger wasn’t enabled in this forest and that I’d be safe, I approached it. It turned towards me and…

I could have sworn that I saw my avatar disappearing for a second or two.

These two fellows were pretty peaceful. I handed them a banana, they started chewing and let me pass. Jade, who hadn’t seen us for a while and just heard the noises of the wild animals, began to worry.

We hurried back to Jade and I discovered a little love boat next to the “Love Project”. We sat down to recover from our adventures for a bit before we continued our journey.

OK, we didn’t sit. But that’s another topic. We enjoyed this place pretty much, and if you want to discover it too, just type “Appleberry” in your map search. The island was created by Andrek Lowell, who also created Chakryn Forest.

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A Pathfinding (Shoe) Show on Treet TV

Yesterday I finally got some time left for Second Life again, so I learned how to modify Amacore so that my VKC Bloodhound Sir Henry would be able to walk around obstacles instead of trying to jump over them and mostly end up on the roof of some house. After a lot of try and error I suddenly lost him while he should have been on heel. I learned that pathfinding dogs don’t do water, but not Sir Henry. He was thirsty, so he stood in the brook drinking and wouldn’t listen to my calls anymore.

It seems that I still have a lot to learn, the more objects I set to “static obstacle”, the more secure he gets. If he thinks the planters are likely to move around each moment he’d rather not take that path and walk around the castle instead.

It was a pity that I wasn’t able to bring Sir Henry to the TV show about pathfinding which was recorded that very evening. I joined the audience, Sandry as well as two… three! Lindens were the invited guests. By the time the beginning of the show was scheduled nobody could hear anything on voice or read anything in chat, so I took some pics.

This is Sandry and Miller sitting comfortably on the right seat of the sofa. The other two seats were reserved for the two announced Linden guys.

After a while some chairs were appearing, moved around and disappearing on stage. This blue one obviously didn’t fit into the color scheme so it didn’t stay long. The lady in the front row of the audience beside the tiny sofa is me.

This is Saffia Widdershins, the female host of the show, together with VKC Polar Cub Horatio.

That’s Elrik Merlin, the male host of the show. He got no pet on his chair or shoulder but a feather in his hair instead.

This is Aztek, also in the front row, petting her Socktard while waiting for things to begin.

After a while the first sofa guest appeared – Lorca Linden.

Footwear seems to be really important concerning pathfinding. Lorca demonstrates that alpha layers are overrated or belong to the past. The fashionably hip man of today shows off his beautiful feet as well as his funky boots to find his path.

The next guest that arrived was Maestro Linden. He also made a foot statement.

Who cares about boots or alpha layers as long as you got pink nail polish. It is really helpful to find your feet again if they got stuck in some mud or you lost your path.

In the meantime they found a chair fitting into the studio decoration and Sandry tried to sit on it. She obviously wasn’t happy with the animations, as each one she tried either had her turn away from the other guests or end up in some not very lady like poses.

“Poor Miss Logan”, typed the lady next to me in the audience in local chat.

Finally the third guest appeared, Falcon Linden the cowboy. His voice didn’t work too well and he crashed almost every other minute, so that one of his colleagues said he’d live in a cardboard box and had trouble with his wifi. During one of the periods when his avatar was present, I managed to take a picture of his shoe statement.

Shoes should match with your outfit, but still it’s very comfortable and en vogue to wear them ship size, so that your feet have enough space and air to breathe.

When the show finally began it was around 11.30 pm my time and I had lost my ability to focus, so if you expected to read some enlightening news about pathfinding, go and watch the show on October 8th on Treet TV.

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Moving your house in SL – Tips and Tricks

Here’s some tips for moving complete rooms or houses in SL.

Make sure that nothing you want to move is locked.

Rez a box in the middle of the first room, make it copy/modify/transfer and call it for example livingroom. Then click all your furniture while you hold down the shift key all the time. In the end you click your box, so the things you will take into inventory will show up there as “livingroom”. Right click all objects again and select “take”.

If there’s stuff left, rez another box, name it with the stuff left and repeat the above. If there’s too much left, right-click on the set of objects in your inventory called “livingroom” and choose “restore to last position”, which will rez everything in place again. Then repeat the procedure above including the things you missed.

You can do that for all your rooms. I find it easier to do it this way than moving whole rooms up in the air or half a sim further down.

If not all objects belong to you it will still let you take the things you clicked, those which belong to others will stay where they are and can be taken or moved by the owner later.

Go to your new living room, go into edit mode (just right click something) and then rez the objects called “livingroom”. You can now either move them as a whole or adjust them to the new room, in the end delete the box ๐Ÿ™‚

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New England

I bought a kayak a while ago. It’s beautifully done, you can set the camera so it’s very close and low behind your avatar, the steady sound of the paddles diving into the water is peaceful and calming.

On a Sunday morning I started my tour through New England in Cape Poge, heading for Marblehead.

A few meters before I approached the docks of Marblehead I stopped paddling. There was a loud motor noise somewhere – and on the minimap I spotted two green arrows. A plane.

I looked above and saw a little plane making wild manoevers so that I wondered when it would fall down on me. At a closer look I found out why it was so hard to keep the plane on track: the passenger sat on a wing!

I continued my tour along the shores of Marblehead, the church bells were ringing, my paddles went flap, flap, flap… and I thought about Ajna wondering if he’d ever have the courage to sit on the wing of my hydro plane when…

… he showed up in front of me, in Gloucester, under a blossoming cherry tree.

My kayak isn’t really made for two, but the creator was so friendly to add an option to pick up passengers on your way. That’s what I did. I hope Ajna’s shoes survived the salt water.

We headed east and looked at the bathing platform in Plum Island. I didn’t try to kayak into that channel with the bridge again, as there’s huge rocks on the ground which almost broke my kayak last time ๐Ÿ˜‰

When we arrived at Saltaire I was happy to be able to show Ajna one of my favourite places in New England. The owner did a fantastic job landscaping her place, I love this little house surrounded by trees with a beautiful view on the bay.

The house on the other Saltaire island looks great, also. I love the little walls and how everything is connected.

Amagansette is the North East corner of New England. There isn’t much to see except for this amazing hydro plane.

We headed for Greenport, where I saw this cool victorian bathing wagon. I’ve seen those on old photographs where they carried the ladies in their bathing suits which hardly showed any skin right to the water so that nobody would have to see them without their giant gowns for a long time.

This little yellow house on Bearskin Neck is a real eye catcher. I like this place too because of the colorful houses and the landscaping. There’s islands on the edges and water in the middle.

Ajna, who was not busy with paddling and navigating, had a look under water. “There’s submarines!” he said. I stopped and explored…

We headed back South West for our summer residence.

When Billingsgate came closer I heard beautiful music…

It was a mermaid singing us home.

Or was it a siren? Our house was already close but I lost control over my kayak and hovered in circles above the shore of Billingsgate. Ajna decided to get up until I’d get myself and the kajak sorted, and headed for the ship.

He’s very much into ships, you know.

When he saw me and the kayak peacefully on the shore waiting for him, he climbed back up for the last meters to our home in Marthas Vineyard…

…where we relaxed on our little dock as the sun began to set.

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Crane’s Nest

I’ve loved the New England region of Second Life for a long time, and it used to be my favourite sailing location. Around a week ago I went sailing there and found there was quite some free space to rent. I looked at the free parcels and then spotted the seals.

I imagined having breakfast in one of these colorful New England Houses, looking out on the ocean and seeing those seals on the sand bank. (Sandry said sand bank is an English word, although I wildly took the German one hoping it would fit.)

Well. I read the convenant. I talked to the land owner. I knew it wouldn’t be easy as they have kindof strict building and landscaping rules (which is why the region looks so beautiful and homogenous). So… I took the land.

I checked into suitable houses but none of them really clicked, so I thought I’d try and build one. I rezzed a platform at a height of 1000 meters and started to build my third house ever in Second Life. The first two had flat roofs and I knew why. I suck at geometry. But it was great fun, more fun than I ever thought it would be, figuring it all out and finding out about how houses are constructed and how they aren’t ๐Ÿ˜‰

I also found nice textures, so a few days ago I thought I was done and contacted the land committee. Ceorl came to look at the house and taught me how to adjust textures on a triangle. That was really something, I still love him for that clue! It dawned on me that I had taken the footprint into consideration, but not the height. My house was too high. I rezzed some furniture and found, it wasn’t only too high, it was too big as a whole. Why not stretching it, I thought – and I made it smaller until the proportions of the room matched the size of my avatar and the furniture. Now my house was well in the frame of what was allowed and I got the immediate ok to place it on the land. I was a bit proud ๐Ÿ™‚

This morning I’m sitting on the balcony watching the seals. But it was still quite some trouble getting there, as my internet speed had slowed down to almost nothing. Lailantie felt severely disabled in her virtual world – I could hardly move, graphics were down to lowest possible and I’d get logged out every half hour. After several more or less fruitless calls with my provider my neighbour told me she’d had the same issue and it turned out to be the phone outlet in the wall. Hers was as old as mine. Nobody wanted to be in charge for that outlet, so I bought one last Friday and my neighbour’s husband plugged in the cables. All is well now and I can show you round a bit ๐Ÿ™‚

Crane’s Nest is a place for nurturing. Ajna loves breakfast, so I placed the breakfast table near the windows (see the seals in the background). I can’t wait for him to come home and have breakfast with him there ๐Ÿ™‚

A beautiful interactive kitchen where you can really prepare food is something I’ve also been wanting for a long time, but then the prims were always used for something more important. I changed priorities and got this beautiful kitchen. Even the clock is working!

Living room with boat shelf ๐Ÿ™‚

Entrance area.

Sleeping area.

Bathroom.

Last but not least… the cranes.

I love this place.

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Hexe

This is not about Second Life.

I want to tell you people about the most wonderful cat I ever met, who showed me a way of love I had never experienced before.

When I moved into my apartment in spring 1999, there was a cat ladder in the patio, and already at my first visit there was a somehow fascinating cat with a mixture of shyness and curiosity moving half way down and watching me. I said hi, what do you think about me moving in here? She didn’t reply. I took the apartment and she watched everything me and my friends did there. After a while she wanted to come in. She walked through all rooms, looked into every corner, sniffed everything there was to sniff, but she wouldn’t let me touch her. I just sat patiently and waited. After two weeks she followed me to the basement to my washing machine. While I was doing the laundry she pressed her body against my leg, for the first time. I pet her and she purred. That was the beginning of an amazing friendship.

Hexe visited every day. She never wanted something to eat, she wanted to be in relationship with me. I never saw a cat with such a diversity of mimics and ways to express herself. She knew and understood everything. There’s not many animals I can talk to and really feel heard, but Hexe understood what I was saying. When she was in my apartment, even when sleeping, I never forgot her presence, I always FELT she was there and I felt I had company and wasn’t alone. I never felt that with the two other cats. When I prepared food she used to look at me with these curious eyes. So I walked up to her and held my fingers in front of her nose so she knew what I was cooking. That was exactly what she wanted to know. Most of the times she’d go back to sleep then, except for potatoe chips or some sort of bacon. These were the meals when she got up and wanted to have something.

When she was asleep she hated me to suddenly wake her up and tell her to leave the apartment because I had to go somewhere. So whenever I had a date and she went to sleep,ย  I told her the time when I would leave the house and said it would be a good idea for her to wake up around 10 minutes before so she’d have enough time to wake up. Guess what. She did exactly that. Many times. She willingly did things when I announced them early enough, but she hated surprises or to be rushed.

When I was sad she never left. She would just lay there, purr and let me cry into her fur. When I was beside myself she would do something that would make me angry. She was very creative in finding ways to get me to express my emotions. When she succeeded and I yelled at her in an enormous rage, she would just sit there with eyes wide open, as if she said: there you go, let it out. I can stand it, I’m not scared and I won’t run. When I was done and felt better, she would stand up and walk to the door as her job was done.

Hexe loved Reiki (which is a way of hands-on healing). When I layed my hands on her body I felt the most beautiful, warm, sweet heart love I ever felt. She would go into deep relaxation and her purr would turn into something like snoring. I sometimes had visions where she and I travelled to places of the past, I remember once we were in Egypt and she showed me the pyramids. Very often, during the years, when I wasn’t feeling good and held Hexe against my heart, everything inside me would just melt. All blockages, everything, such a sweet feeling of love and all is good.

Our intense relationship didn’t last very long, as my neighbour lady who was the “owner” of Hexe didn’t see her cat anymore. Within 3 months or so we got two more cats. A male red one came and wanted to move in, and my neighbour got another 8 weeks old female kitten, so there’d be enough cats for everyone. Hexe never liked the two other cats, she wanted to be the queen and single cat. The two others got along well with each other, but not with Hexe. The kitten used to scream in front of my door when Hexe was in and she was out. So I let her in. She would continue to scream for attention and do all she could to try and get into the center of attraction. In the beginning Hexe tortured my rug to let her anger out, then she jumped on my lap and buried her ears under my arm so she wouldn’t have to hear that kitten anymore. I was angry too, but what should I do – let Hexe in and the screaming kitten out? This little cat had a hell of patience meowing for hours.

After a while things settled down. Hexe and the kitten took their turns of being “single cat” in my apartment. Hexe was the one who liked to do things the way she felt them in that very moment, whereas the other one was very much into control and making sure to be number one in all possible places. As soon as Hexe didn’t feel like showing up in my apartment for two days, the other had moved in. When Hexe felt like returning, she had to invest tons of energy to tell the other who is the boss. These fights could last 2-3 days and I had to clean up quite some pee during these periods. Afterwards, my apartment “belonged” to Hexe again and the other one spent most of her time upstairs with the neighbours.

I had some longer absences in the beginning of the 2000s, which Hexe never really forgave me. Once when I returned from being away for 4 months she looked at me in a way I could never forget. As if her eyes said: YOU? I thought you were dead. It took her a long time to show up in my apartment again, and in some of these instances she did the worst thing she could imagine to do: she pooed in front of my refrigerator.

We continued to have these ups and downs over the years, but Hexe was still a major relationship in my life. She would always jump up my sink in the bathroom, hang in the sink and drink flowing water. When I stayed with her and watched her drinking, she purred. She had a very refined system of drinking, moving her head up and down, sneezing, drinking from the middle or from the sink. It was like a meditation watching her. She also liked photo shoots. Sometimes I asked her “photo shoot?” and she started choosing a place and posing. she did the funniest poses and mimics for me and felt like a star each time the camera clicked.

Hexe never took anything for granted. She was thankful for everything she got, for every beautiful moment in her life, for every piece of potatoe chips. I learned a lot from her…

Sometimes she fell from my lap. I always wondered if she’s just too relaxed to care, if it’s deliberate or if she has some kind of physical trouble. With Hexe you never knew. Today I think she’s been handicapped from the beginning. We don’t know anything about her first 4 years. She always had trouble with her hind legs and started at a quite early age to not be able to jump very high anymore. Over the last 5 years or so, her condition became worse. She stopped seeing me in my apartment around 3 years ago. She felt unsafe outside. She also became deaf around that time. I visited her every now and then in my neighbour’s apartment but it was kindof like she made her choice as she already did in the beginning – she wanted to be with my neighbour. In summer 2010 my neighbours went on vacation and I had all three cats to care for. The two others lived with me in my apartment, Hexe was alone upstairs (she enjoyed that). In the beginning she would just walk around, back and forth, she was really uncomfortable and anxious, until I asked her if she remembered our beginnings and Reiki and our love. I started to cry. That was when she suddenly stopped walking and looked at me. She remembered. She jumped on the sofa and went to sleep, I had never seen her that relaxed for a long time. These two weeks when I went upstairs to be with Hexe twice a day was our last longer period together. Her condition got worse over time. She had almost no teeth left and a weak heart. Each time I went to Vienna I prepared for not meeting her again when I come back.

Last winter while I was in Vienna I suddenly saw Hexe’s face in front of me in a panic telling me to do something. I called my neighbour for some other reason and then told her about this vision. My neighbour said they were at the vet that very day and he wanted to do surgery but was a bit scared her heart would be too weak for the anesthesia. And then Hexe started to yell and scream and do all she could to NOT get that surgery. I told my neighbour that I thought she shouldn’t do it and she also felt like not doing it. I feel she would have died that day and she knew it and wasn’t prepared, it was too early. She didn’t get the surgery and lived for one more year.

Around 6 weeks ago, before I travelled to Vienna, I held Hexe for one last time. She was very thin and anxious. My neighbour already had trouble in her marriage because of Hexe who would pee wherever she went. Her husband had run out of patience. When she guided me to the door she had tears in her eyes and said: I don’t know what to do, I can’t just put her to sleep!

In a way I knew I would never see her again but I didn’t want to know.

Today my neighbour called. She asked if I got the mail she sent me around a month ago and I didn’t because she got the ending of my address wrong. She asked about something else and then said: Hexe is no longer here. After I told her the correct address she sent me the mail again.

In the night of December 28 Hexe had an epileptic seizure which usually lasts a few minutes but she got stuck in it for more than half an hour. They drove to the emergency vet at night, she got meds and the vet said her heart is so weak that her brain suffers. She could have gotten such a seizure again and again, for hours, and that’s enormous pain. So they put her to sleep, my neighbour kept petting her, Hexe had her eyes wide open but was not really present anymore. She was around 16 years old.

The other day, I didn’t know she had already passed away, I dreamed of Hexe. She was travelling through different worlds, the way we did together more than 10 years ago, and she was happy.

Still… I’m incredibly sad.
And I want to know people about her.
She was one amazing cat.
Hexe = Witch.
The perfect name for her.

I don’t have any pictures of her here, but I’ll add some later.

Thanks for reading.

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Winter

Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on

I get a little warm in my heart
When I think of winter
I put my hand in my father’s glove

I run off
Where the drifts get deeper
Sleeping beauty trips me with a frown
I hear a voice
“Your must learn to stand up for yourself
Cause I can’t always be around”

He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do

When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast
All the white horses are still in bed
I tell you that I’ll always want you near
You say that things change my dear

Mirror mirror where’s the crystal palace
But I only can see myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know dad the ice is getting thin

Hair is grey
And the fires are burning
So many dreams
On the shelf
You say I wanted you to be proud of me
I always wanted that myself

He says
When you gonna make up your mind
When you gonna love you as much as I do
When you gonna make up your mind
Cause things are gonna change so fast

All the white horses have gone ahead
I tell you that I’ll always want you near
You say that things change
My dear

Lyrics: “Winter” by Tori Amos

 

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