It’s the Power of…[you figure it out]

Power impresses me.

It comes in so many forms and can be used in so many ways. I believe it is the single thing every human has yet so rarely acknowledges because of the enormous responsibility that comes with that power.

We can, with a look, a touch, a word, a smile or frown, change someone’s perceptions. We can engage on a deeper level and profoundly change lives, for better or worse.

We can choose to extend a hand in comfort or slap a face. We can hold on to or let go of. We can appreciate or ignore.

The bitch is, we didn’t ASK for the power. There are often times we don’t want it, such as when we need to do what is right for us regardless of how our actions might affect another.

Some people use their power to corrupt and control. Others, and they are rare, use it to heal and help. Most of us use it for a little of both.

What has me wandering down this rabbit trail of power? Another human, of course!

I don’t know her. I’ve never met her. Yet with only a few words she affected positive change in my life. I think that’s the greatest compliment I can give a writer and thinker. And a human.

She left a comment here. It was just a brief statement of kindness offered to a stranger. I suppose I could have accepted it and let it go, but therein lies the real power each of us hold: We choose whether to let that power die off or continue to grow. Being the power monger I am, I went for growth.

I slipped over to her blog and read some amazing writing. Her words healed a part of me that’s been hurting for a few weeks now and deeply affecting my own writing ability.

Thank you, Wilful Sunflower.

“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” ~Leo F. Buscaglia

These Little Town Blues…

I was kicking around my SL hometown a little depressed. After weeks of writing my fingers to the bone, I missed the final on my college semester and all that work went right down the…well…the sewer system. Or in my ‘little town’ case; the septic tank. I start again next semester only this time without the financial aid to help. The government has these petty rules that you actually have to pass the classes for them to pay for them. Sheesh! There’s always a catch, isn’t there?

I have a couple weeks before the new semester starts so I was kicking around in world looking for something to do. I thought about actually furnishing my house…

…but no. Wasn’t in the mood for that.

My buddy Kaw must have been in the same mood because when I suggested that I needed a trip to Paris, he offered Paris, New York. Not quite the same thing, but what the hell…he said there was an Eiffel Tower there, so that was good enough for me.

It took over six minutes to rez, but the wait was worth it. The tower was glorious but it’s private. Thanks to Emerald’s double-click tp and a great graphics card, I went to the top. There was just enough time to tp Kaw up there before the security kicked in, so we ran to jump off before we got booted.

Only in SL can you jump from a scale model of the Eiffel Tower and break neither nail nor heel. I love this place!

There really wasn’t much else to do there as all the vehicles were owned and not for public use, so we slid over to the other New York sim and grabbed some more fun. Namely motorcycles.

Since Kaw sells these and is a biker in RL, I was content to let him choose which model was best for me. He asked if I could handle a trike. How do I know? Give it to me and we’ll find out.

I drove it into the subway. Now we know.

We checked out some hot rods, street rods, trucks and a very sweet Humvee. We went to see the Statue of Liberty. During my camming around I noticed that the World Trade Center towers were there. We went over to the Memorial Park and spent some time listening to the playback of the RL Memorial Service. Oddly enough, it didn’t diminish our good time, but enhanced it. Something about 9-11 seems to bring people together. I sat on the bike and thought about my ‘little town blues’ as that list of victim names went on and on…

9-11 Memorial

My blues seemed mind-numbingly irrelevant. I thought about the survivors all those names left behind. Sometimes, through no fault of our own, life knocks us to our knees. The idiom is true: shit happens. It’s how we chose to live beyond that which shows our true character.

We were almost ready to call it a night when I turned to Kaw and said, “Listen…do you smell something?”

That’s when I knew I was in New York. The Big Apple just wasn’t complete without them.

So maybe it didn’t have ALL the comedic stylings of Harold Ramis and Dan Ackroyd, but it was good enough. I was disappointed that I couldn’t drive the Ghostbuster mobile, though.

Still, I strapped on a proton pack and began to climb the building.

Floor by floor…

Until…

I found him.

It was the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.

Kaw was kind enough to leave the two of us alone.

Check out the fun…

Complete Ghostbuster Ensemble (I am not wearing the entire kit) including gestures and sounds: SL Heros for L$500–http://slurl.com/secondlife/Unabated/164/99/42
K4  Affiliate Store Vendor for Deep South Choppers [ built by Darcul Bellic] New York, NYC http://slurl.com/secondlife/New%20York%20NYC/58/10/22
Paris, New York: http://slurl.com/secondlife/Paris%20New%20York/118/176/37

Made of Steel?

Forgive me for I have sinned. It’s been nearly a month since I’ve posted.

My apologies, but I’ve had good reasons. Life has not been easy-peasy of late. Today got the better of me and I reached out for comfort.

me: if you have a free hand, I could really use one to hold on to right now. 
Friend: I am here my friend. Always. Hugs you
me: thank you
Friend: You are such a strong person — and if you are anything at all like me, tired of always having to be strong. One of the saddest ways I have ever been described is as a “survivor”
me: I am proud of being one. It gives me strength to go through this.
Friend: I know. I am too. But still, that steel backbone really exacts a price.
me: No. I don’t see it that way. I see that you have to walk through fire to get to Heaven…and only steel is strong enough to go through it. Fluff and velvet won’t.

I thought about that conversation a long time. I thought about that steel backbone and realized that despite my claim, I don’t have one.

What I do have is people who love me, and the humility to reach out to those people when I need support. I know that any steel I have rests in love, not my spine. Only in the weakness of love can we find our greatest power.

It’s good to be back.

Second Life – A Safe Place to Act out Fantasies?

I was having a conversation with a real life friend of mine who commented that all he ever hears about Second Life is bad press. Of course, I made the point that this is largely down to the fact that the media spin everything. But I did concede that sex plays a massive part in the online virtual world. We all know that sex is a big feature and Linden Lab have tried to make up for this by shifting the seedy business off to its own continent. Go over the Zindra and what you will find is club after club promoting various (and some odd) sexual fetishes.

Beastiality, forced sex roleplay, ageplay (yes, it does still happen) all occurs there (and still on the main continent too). Friends of mine argue that it’s better that people act out there desires and fantasies in a virtual world rather than in real life and to an extent, I agree.

However, how do we decide what is acceptable and what isn’t? Ageplay is forbidden now (rightfully so). Sex with minors is illegal in real life and so too should it be ‘outlawed’ in SL,even if it is only a ‘fantasy’. But what about beastiality? Why is it ok for people to pretend to have sex with horses in SL? Again, that’s not something people should really be doing in real life, right?

What I’m asking, I suppose, is where do we draw the line? Yes, you can argue that such fantasies and fetishes really are only ‘fantasies’ and that Second Life is a safe place to act some of these fantasies out… but is it really?My stand is that if something is illegal in RL, we should make the same stand for that in SL. Your thoughts?

- Josue

Decide to be Happy (yes, it IS a choice)

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy.

– written by Max Ehrmann

Goreans Party for Relay for Life

The Dance Pit Raiders

Shouts of appreciation to the Gorean community for their efforts on behalf of Relay for Life. I was tipped off by my friend Elona Dayafter (aka ‘kala’, of the Dance Pit Raiders) that the GorFest & Merchant Fair 2010 would be kicking off, so I went to check it out.

During a four month period in 2009, the Goreans raised L$4,224,082; the equivalent of $16,000USD which made them the second highest RFL fundraising team in SL. This year’s estimate is that Gorfest will raise a fourth of that just within the next eight days.

These are some very gracious people working very hard for a cause in which they believe. Even though it was obvious by my attire that I was an outsider, they made me feel welcomed and I had a GREAT time. Thank you all! [Gorean attire/role assignment is NOT required. ]

As an added attraction, the shopping is excellent. You’ll find well-designed clothes and other items for almost any era and some fantastic deals. [nice idea: donate the money you save to RFL]

Here’s the basic info, from the Gorfest Ubar, Athan Ansar:

Join us for 8 full days of fun, music, live concerts, dancing and other entertainment along with our “Oasis of Hope Market”, a showcase of the best Gorean Creators in SL featuring some of their most fantastic designs, many at a discount, with the proceeds to benefit  the Relay For Life to fight cancer.

This years GorFest will run from July 4th to July 11th with live entertainment each day from 12pm to 8pm SLT while the market will remain open all day and night.

We have a lot planned this year from the best DJ’s around to storytellers and poets, fortune tellers, musicians, singers, dancers and the best fireworks show you’ve ever seen every hour on the 4th of July.

Make sure you join us!  [for calendar of events click here]  SLURL is here.

Gorfest is proudly sponsored by:

Freedom to be Yourself

My friend Beladona has a theory about Second Life. She says that we are able to be our true selves in the virtual world, unfettered by the roles, responsibilities, stereotypes and prejudice placed on us in the Real World. Her theory rests on the fact that other people have the annoying tendency to ‘catagorize’ us within a few minutes of meeting.

The foundation of her theory is correct. Taking someone at face value is much easier than spending the time required to learn more about them, discover the layers of their personality and accept that every human is a multi-faceted creature rich with potential.

Accountants are boring, exotic dancers are always bold, CEOs are smart, blonds are stupid, go-getters are gold diggers. Add in gender stereotypes: men mean what they say, women don’t; men are assertive, women are aggressive…and the list is never ending.

The problem with her theory is that she believes people stop doing that when they enter virtual reality.

People tend to mentally assign us a ‘role’ within minutes of being introduced and breaking out of that role is actually harder in Second Life than in the Real World.

Why? Because people assume that since you chose that appearance or attitude, it is the Real you–all of you. A sad misconception.

My friend Beth roleplays as a Victorian woman. In real life she is polyamorous, wickedly funny and adventurous. Her Victorian character insists on marriage with no hanky panky until marriage. I asked her one night why she went after such mild-mannered gentlemen given her…um…tastes. She said she loved the shock factor of the wedding night. Indeed, I’m sure she’s knocked a couple men out of their senses. The thing is, she isn’t lying or playing them false. Part of her Real personality IS that Victorian woman.

I agree that the shock factor is fun, but it can be annoying, too. Anytime we are forced into a perceived ideal it limits us. Regrettably, it also limits any relationships we have, be it friend, associate or lover.

For some people that works. They want to be stereotyped because that is how they wish to be understood in Second Life. They make an in-your-face statement that is hard to ignore, and refuse to allow other aspects of themselves out. They don’t want a deeper or richer connection because they aren’t in world to build real relationships but to satisfy a personal need. Thus, they won’t let you break out of the limits, either.

What we all need to remember, what I constantly strive to remind myself, is that just because someone put you in a box doesn’t mean you have to STAY there. Putting you there might be their choice; accepting the living accommodations is yours.

We can’t put the entire blame on outside opinions, though. Those personality boxes get comfy, don’t they? We create alts to explore the various aspects of ourselves, rather than fight against the judgments. 

This might be a weekend to think about why you stay in that box. Are you bowing to the judgment of others or did you build the box yourself? 

In honor of the Independence Day weekend, I’m calling for a Revolution. Break open that box and explore your ‘other’ side. Wild or mild, step out of your routine. Encourage other people to do the same. Break down a few emotional walls, tear down some barricades.

Over 200 years ago, a group of men sat in a Philadelphia building pondering the idea of personal freedom. They felt it was worth dying for but I’m not suggesting you go that far. I AM suggesting that perhaps it’s time to break connections with the people who force you into a personality which satifies their comfort zone rather than yours. It’s time to take a chance and show people that you are more than the sum of your avatar-whether that be your SL avatar or your RL one.

That’s asking a lot, I know.

Just try spending the weekend being YOU, in SL or RL, surrounded by people who accept and appreciate ALL that entails. Laugh, let go, enjoy!

If no one in your life allows you to do that, then spend the weekend finding new friends. It’s Independence Day. Wave YOUR flag proudly!

Facing the Music

M. Linden and I have a lot in common. We were both relieved of duties yesterday.

Everyone knows his story, mine isn’t quite so complicated.

TurboDJ Radio is doing some shuffling, and the Indie radio station project has been put on hold for the time being. Since I was originally hired to spearhead that effort, the brunt of my job is gone. My secondary job description was to write their blog. The new TurboDJ station will be talk radio, so it makes sense that the writers are also the on air personalities as it offers continuity of thought and makes for more focused content. I can’t be an on air personality due to constraints in my RL, so I have been left with a scanty job description.

To go from treasured daughter to red-headed step-child in one week’s time is something which requires adjustment. It’s hurtful to the self-esteem, but I also understand (just as I do with Linden Labs) the need of the company to move forward.

The problem here is not TurboDJ, they are intent on retaining me. The issue (its not really a problem) is that I fell madly in love with my job. Writing is more than a hobby or even a career goal; it’s in my soul. I fall asleep while writing in my head; I wake up with ideas in the middle of the night; I have been known to pull over on the side of the road while driving to write notes on my hand.

My brain is like a percolator. The raw material goes in and the process starts. It might take minutes, days or weeks, but rest assured I’m processing the whole time, just softly bubbling away until the answer, angle or product is finished.

This is perhaps why I took to music so readily. The artists, each so individual, appeal to my fascination with meeting different kinds of people. I love that by listening to their lyrics I get a sense of who they are–who they REALLY are. What motivates them? What moves them? What hurts them? What tiny moment was so important, and why?

Some artists write to an audience. The song is carefully crafted to impress, and it does. It hits your ear perfectly and runs down your spine like a welcome shiver on a hot day.

Other artists, and I confess these are my favored, write to themselves. It’s not a commercial enterprise which drives them but a profound need. They could no more stop writing than breathing because it IS how they breathe. In and out, life flows through them, birthed into song and presented for adoption.

I can still attend shows in SL, nothing about my job with TurboDJ would prevent that, but I’m not sure it’s enough. I felt my work with the Indie radio had purpose. I believed we were creating a resource for listeners, a promotional tool for artists, and a positive Voice for the SL music industry. That’s a dream I hate to lose.

Maybe it’s because I was born on John Lennon’s birthday, in Motown.

Maybe it’s because in RL I am named after the Patron Saint of Musicians.

It might be because the single, most glorious moment of my life is when my autistic son spoke for the first time at the age of 5–by singing Happy Birthday to me.

Or perhaps it’s that I understand music’s profound effect on the human mind and spirit. It is a melodic language-probably man’s first language-and is a shared narrative which all cultures understand. It has roots in every studied subject. It holds our memories, comforts us, offers us hope, shades our fears, and molds our moods. Helping new artists, highlighting talent and sharing their songs is more than honorable-it’s necessary. How does one walk away from that?

I can’t.

I’m a firm believer that all things happen for a reason. There are lessons and opportunities everywhere. I don’t know how my future will manifest itself, so I’m tossing it out to the universe. What will be, will be.

Bring it on…I’m ready.

M Linden’s Dismissal

A quick response here to Dannah’s post about M Linden (RL is manic this week and posting is limited).

I’m team Kingdon. Well and truly. Before he came in, Linden Lab was lacking a certain something. They’d done an amazing job of starting up Second Life and getting the people in. But was static, stale, almost and the press was shocking. They were a start up who needed someone to lead the transition into developing the company and the platform into something more.

M was the man.

The statement Linden Lab released speaks for itself: he increased their revenue. He enhanced their userbase. Basically, he did his job.

Redundancies are really a part of life in the post-recession economy, with global financial uncertainty. Linden Lab did well to weather the recession, largely thanks to the dedicated userbase who saw SL as good value entertainment when cash was short. However, it’s a business. If finances are tight, for whatever reason, cuts must be made. Sad, but true.

And as for the theory that this is related to the investment into viewer 2 – either way, what difference does it make? I personally hate viewer 2. But the theory behind it was spot on. It should, techincally, provide a more web 2.0 feel to it thus increase the speed at which new users get to grips with it. Perhaps it’s really too soon after launch to say whether it has achieved this purpose. That said, though, it was a big flop with existing residents, it seems.

To summarise – I feel bad for the guy. I think he did his job and for him and all the other staff to lose their jobs in a tough period of economic instability, I have a lot of sympathy.

- Josue

Hey, Everybody! Let’s Kick Him While He’s Down!

News of M. Linden’s soon-to-occur firing has already hit the blogs.

I’ll be curious if any of the bloggers that (viciously) shredded M. Linden for the 30% reduction of Linden Labs staff will spare a tear for Mark Kingdon? Probably not.

Nor will they bemoan his loss of income, his lost reputation or the fate of his family such as they did for the laid off employees. It probably won’t matter that a laid off, mid-level, IT professional should be able to find another position very quickly, whereas the future for an older executive that’s been canned looks a bit more bleak.

So why no sympathy for Mark? Easy. We hate him, remember? He made a viewer we hate. He went corporate. He laid off ‘innocent’ people. He’s an executive, too. Those bastards of corporate America have no soul anyway. Right?

Sorry, folks. M. Linden did the job he was hired for, end of discussion. He was not a renegade cowboy, he was the front man. Now he’s the scapegoat.

Mark Kingdon didn’t lie on his resume; someone thought that Linden Labs needed his vision. Someone high up in Linden Labs liked what Mark Kingdon stood for and encouraged his actions.

The question we need to ask before we celebrate his departure is a simple one: Who hired Mark Kingdon?

Think about it.

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