Her Majesty’s Lover?

We sincerly hope that you did not believe this blog has anything to do with royalties. Or with lovers. Or with that unmentionable word… you know… with 4 letters…
If you did, you are in for a serious disappointment, because it has absolutely nothing to do with the above. Really, we just thought that a good title would atract more visitors.

What we do want, however, is to take you on some funny, nice, serious, weird, crazy, creepy, informative trips through Craft World, our home grid and beyond it. We will try to drag sim and/or grid owners, builders, creators, dancers, wanderers, prim-lovers and Blender-nuts to our microphones to present them to you, our precious audience.
The posts will be in loose order in Italian, German, English and Spanish and we will rather not translate them – after all, we don’t want to send Google-Translator into unemployment and social misery.

As if I walked in a dream

Far from the world’s market and its colorful life
Lies, inconspicuous and simple,
A land left to the mercy of the waves
That break foamingly on its banks.

I will always keep a faithful love
For this small, sea-wet island:
It is the land where once, many years ago
My cradle stood;

Where I lived the most beautiful time
Where I laughed and played and felt engulfed
by endless love and happiness,
Until homeless I went abroad.

Though it seems a patch of earth forsaken
Small and insignificant to the eye,
It can grasp the deepest misery
And can carry the highest happiness.

I am often drawn to the small island,
And seeking peace, I rush to it.
The memories strong chains
Tie my heart to it.

Today I stood there again and looked
Out to the sea, listening to its sound,
That, not interrupted by civilization’s screaming,
Sang its melancholy song to me.

I saw – shivering with fear –
Only pictures of transience.
My little island! I thought with mourning,
So defenseless, so doomed.

Its shores are rugged and torn,
The waves roll into it with greedy lust,
As if the sea is longing to enclose it
And to pull it wildly down to its chest.

How long? – Who raises the seal of the future?
Who will offer answers to me?
Who can stop the mighty wings
Of the all devouring time?


Uta Warbaum, the creator of this beautiful island, is a German woman who, according to her own words, does not like very much to be in public. She just wants to build, relax and be left in peace. This peace and relaxation you can really feel on Deja-vu, her truly fascinating, somewhat melancholy island. It fills me with a dreamy sensation of – yes – of deja-vu! Thank you Uta for that wonderful place.

Deja-vu, Craft-World is worth a visit and a long, long stay,
says Tosha Tyran…


Chocolate Party at Craft-World – a preview

Chocolate sheer, hard, soft, liquid – to eat, lick, smear, drink, chew – in milk, cookies, cakes, brownies, ice cream…
Chocolate for each taste, in different colors and with ingredients from fruity, juicy, sour to sweet and even spicy.
Chocolate for the kids, the young, for adults, for the old and the very old.
Chocolate to nourish you, to please you, to heal you, to tickle you taste and to feed your soul.


We have found some more uses for chocolate: To build with, to walk on, dance on, stand and run and slip on. We build mountains of pure chocolate, rivers and lakes overflowing with sweet milk and grounds without the smallest bit of grass – too thick are the layers of chocolate everywhere.
Houses and huts are covered by chocolate bars and candies, doughnuts and meringues grow on trees. On some cakes you can sit and rest or go for a short trip or – well, be surprised…

We have cookies flying through the air, humming and bumping into each other and into you if you come too close.
Don’t fear to run out of your favorite sweets – little gingerbread men are busily running to and fro bringing new supplies.

This is the perfect place for those among us (like me) who are insurmountably lazy and like to lay down comfortably and have the food fly into our mouths. No cooking, no shopping, no cleaning – just lay there and have candies swirl through the air, unpacking themselves while they aim at our mouth. Doughnuts that fetch a glass of milk on their way to us. Gingerbread men that not only work for our well being, but also taste good if we bite into them (no worries – they don’t mind).

Sigh – like all wonders and miracles also this one is an “almost lie” and has a very short life – one day and one night – and woosh – it disappears again. So the least we can do is party our Cockaigne, our Schlaraffenland, our Land of Milk and Honey, our País de Jauja… Let’s dance, play, discover strange and funny and senseless things, let’s talk and whisper and sing along with the music.

When? November the 6th, 2018, 12:00 pm SLT,
___________________________ 9:00 PM Rome/Berlin,
___________________________ 3:00 PM New York,
___________________________ 6:00 PM Sao Paulo,
___________________________ 7:00 AM (Nov. 7th) Sidney
Where? The region Chameleon, Craft-World
Excuses not to come? Not one!


Dor het wen püttjert!

Ick bün alltiet verbaast, wat för wunnerschööne Oort in Craft wen finnen kunn, wenn hei odder sei bloots nipp un nau kieken deit!

Vanacht to ’n Bispill bün  ick to “Medieval Castle” komen – un dat hett een ole Minne-Leed in mün Kopp brocht. Dat Leed is plattdütsk – also de Rest van de Text ook!Dat du min Leevsten büst, dat du woll weeßt.
Kumm bi de Nacht, kumm bi de Nacht, segg wo du heeßt;
kumm bi de Nacht, kumm bi de Nacht, segg wo du heeßt.
Kumm du üm Middernacht, kumm du Klock een!
Vader slöpt, Moder slöpt, ick slap aleen;
Vader slöpt, Moder slöpt, ick slap aleen.
Klopp an de Kammerdör, fat an de Klink!
Vader meent, Moder meent, dat deit de Wind;
Vader meent, Moder meent, dat deit de Wind.Kumm to de Kammer rin, swieg ok fien still,
links steiht een Schapp, rechts steiht een Schapp, meern steiht dat Bett;
links steiht een Schapp, rechts steiht een Schapp, meern steiht dat Bett.
Gah op dat Bett hento, liesen un still,
baben liggt een Deck, ünnen liggt een Deck, meern dat bün ick;
baben liggt een Deck, ünnen liggt een Deck, meern dat bün ick.
Wenn du nich kommen magst, lat dat man blieven,
fief ohn di, fief ohn di, kann ick wohl kreegen;
fief ohn di, fief ohn di, kann ick wohl kreegen.Kummt denn de Morgenstund, kreiht de ol Hahn.
Leevster min Leevster min, denn mößt du gahn!
Leevster min Leevster min, denn mößt du gahn!
Sachen den Gang henlank, lies mit de Klink!
Vader meent, Moder meent, dat deit de Wind;
Vader meent, Moder meent, dat deit de Wind.Nun wieder hochdeutsch – platt ist auf die Dauer zu anstrengend… Aber
Hab ich nicht Recht?
Wer diese wunderschöne Mesh Burg mit dazugehörigem Dorf, Dom, Zeltlager, Rittersaal und einer rundum beeindruckenden Landschaft besuchen will:
Craft-World.org:8002:Medieval Castle
Gebaut, bzw. adaptiert wurde das Kunstwerk von Leora JacobusIch wünsche allen BesucherInnen eben soviel Spaß, wie ich hatte – und vielleicht kommen euch ja auch witzige, ironische oder romantische Lieder in den Sinn…

Tosha Tyran

PS: Ok, ok, für alle des Plattdeutschen NICHT mächtigen, hier die Übersetzung ins Hochdeutsch:
Titel: Da hat aber jemand gearbeitet!
Text: Ich bin immer wieder überrascht, was für wunderschöne Orte in Craft zu finden sind, wenn man nur richtig guckt.
Gestern Nacht z.B. bin ich im “Medieval Castle” gewesen – und sogleich fiel mir ein altes Liebeslied ein – das Lied ist auf Plattdeutsch, also der Rest des Textes auch.
Kurze Erklärung zum Lied: Das Lied ist mit Sicherheit nicht so alt, wie so eine Ritterburg – aber es ist einfach mein Lieblingslied und so habe ich beschlossen, es mit euch zu teilen.
Hier ein Link

El mundo es un lugar bastante pequeño

Ο κόσμος είναι ένα αρκετά μικρό μέρος
Μη σκέφτεσαι το μέλλον
Δεν θα αργήσει
Δεν πειράζει
Βρίσκονται άλλοι
(Νίκος Ερηνάκης)

El mundo es un lugar bastante pequeño
No pienses en el futuro
Que no tardará en venir
Pero no importa
Habrá otros
(Nikos Erinakis)

Hay un lugar nuevo en Craft: La sim Honebu, junto a la grande dama “The Black Angel”, el crucero de Licu Rau yTao Quan con un sinfin de rincones sorprendientes – de cabinas lujosas a una suite de luna de miel, una discoteca y sitios para relajar y – vamos, ¡demasiado para contarlo aquí!Ahora, en Honebu hay un pueblito griego en el mar, con un puerto pequñito, un bar llamativo, un hotel de cinco estrellas y con piscina de agua de mar. Partiendo del crucero llegas directamente por un caminito lindo al hotel sí así deseas o te paseas un ratito en la promenada del pueblo con palmeras y flores llegando al Μπαρ από το λιμάνι, el bar del puerto. Y – naturalmente – al mismo puerto con sus molinos de viento tradicionales.Ten cuidado de no tomar demasiado, porque una gran parte del pueblo está en la montaña – es decir ¡escaleras, escaleras, escaleras! Escaleras demasiado peligrosas para subir y bajar borracho…Pero antes de atacar las escaleras igual daremos una vuelta por el centro del pueblo. ¡Acción salva-piernas! y veremos que se puede discubrir aquí.Empezamos en la plaza central con el Δημαρχείο, el ayuntamiento de nuestro pueblito.Ah, casi me olvidé: También en el centro del pueblo hay una que otra escalera…Y gatos… Porque según nuestra amiga Maria los griegos aman a los gatos porque les protejen contra los serpientes. ¿Será verdad? Yo por lo menos soy mas familiar con los gatos que comen ratones. Pero como todo el mundo sabe: lugares diferentes, maneras diferentes. Bueno, y ahora ¡al ataque! 

Os deseamos una feliz y divertida visita en una Grecia sin problemas económicas, sin bancos internacionales y sin governadores corruptos… algo es algo!


PS: Dentro de pocos días todas los artículos, que por supuesto son todos mesh,  de Honebu serán libres de copiar par quien sea.


Alle reden vom Wetter…

… ich nicht!

Ich wollt’, ich wär’ des Sturmes Weib,
Es sollte mir nicht grausen,
Auf Felsenhöhen wohnt ich dann,
Dort, wo die Adler hausen.

Die Sonne wäre mein Gespiel,
Die Winde meine Knappen,
Mit dem Gemahl führ’ ich dahin
Auf flücht’gem Wolkenrappen.

Frei würd’ ich sein und stolz und groß,
Die Königin der Ferne,
Tief unter mir die dumpfe Welt
Und über mir die Sterne!

Aber so einfach geht das nicht, des Sturmes Weib zu werden. Also musste ich mir flugs was anderes einfallen lassen – die viele Sonne geht mir auf’s Gemüt. Und so habe meine Ski eingepackt, die Schlittschuh nicht vergessen und bin für ein paar Tage in die Berge – Montes – gegangen.

Köstlich! Nur Schnee und Kälte, schroffe Felsen und eiskaltes Wasser – das kühlt das Mütchen… Der Himmel grau verhangen, da hat die Sonne nicht die kleinste Chance, das Leben in eine gleißende Hölle zu tauchen. Übrigens: das Pünktchen zwischen Himmel und Erde ist Tosha, die Himmelsstürmerin!

Nicht nur das Mütchen will bekanntlich gekühlt sein, sondern auch die Füße. Da kam mir dieser reißende Strom mit eiskaltem Wasser gerade recht… Die Stiefel fanden das zwar doof – aber wenn kümmert das?

Noch ein kurzer Blick in die Tiefe und dann: Her mit den Ski!

Aber dann schien mir der Berg doch etwas reichlich hoch. Und außerdem hatte ich die Ski-Stiefel vergessen. Dann lieber eine Runde Schlittschuh laufen.

Mitten beim allerschönsten Pirouette üben fing es mit einem Mal richtig ernsthaft zu schneien an. Brrr… So hatte ich das eigentlich nicht vorgestellt.

Als der Schnee sich zu einem wahren Schneesturm auswuchs, habe ich dann doch entschieden, mich lieber in die Hütte zurück zu ziehen und schön Käffchen zu trinken. Wer weiß, was hier noch so alles auf mich wartete…

Hmmm, auf den Latin Lover habe ich allerdings vergeblich gewartet – hat mich doch glatt versetzt. Maldición! Dann wiederum – man hört ja auch so einiges von diesen Herren. Vielleicht war es ja gut so!

Noch ein letzter – einsamer – Blick auf das eisige Panorama und ich fühlte mich wieder für Sonne, Strand, Wellen und Meer gestärkt. Tschö, Montes! Tschö, ihr Berge und schneige Höhen!

Montes ist ein Teil von “Mainland Craft” und wurde von Licu Rau gebaut.

Mit herrlich kalten Füßen grüßt ihre geschätzte Leserschaft

Tosha Tyran



Prim Love and other Delicious Things

I think it is time to get serious now: let’s talk about love. No, no, not that kind of stuff, people think of, when they look at a beautiful sky or a sunset or a puppy dog or a baby. Let’s not think in civilized terms, but gigantomanically—

Yo no quiero un amor civilizado
Con recibos y escena del sofá
Yo no quiero que viajes al pasado
Y vuelvas del mercado con ganas de llorar
Yo no quiero vecinas con pucheros
Yo no quiero sembrar ni compartir
No quiero catorce de Febrero
Ni cumpleaños feliz

Yo no quiero domingo por la tarde
Yo no quiero columpio en el jardí­n
Lo que yo quiero corazón cobarde
Es que mueras por mí­
Y morirme contigo si te matas
Y matarme contigo si te mueres
Porque el amor cuando no muere mata
Porque amores que matan nunca mueren
(Joaquín Sabina)
Let’s talk about REAL LOVE – about PRIM LOVE!

Prims – for those of you who only know mesh and maybe the not so glorious predecessors sculpties – are those plain looking cubes of even plainer plywood texture, that one can rezz and pull around, make them a little longer, stack them and, for the daring: even deform them. But really build with them?Let me assure you: you can! Well, if you can, you can… And if you cannot, you can learn. And it is even fun. Building inworld can be very joyous, because you might work with friends, who can advice you, criticize you, make you laugh, make you think, make you reconsider your building. Oh well, they can also get on your nerves, true. But at least you have the choice of telling them to get lost! Building in Blender*, alone with your PC and perhaps your dog or cat, all you can do is curse the computer, eat some more potatoe chips, kick you dog or scream into the empty room. Oops, now we are getting very close to the subject – the Taj Mahal  is an ivory-white marble post mortum love declaration. It is a mausoleum on the south bank of the Yamuna river in the Indian city of Agra. It was commissioned in 1632 by the Mughal emperor, Shah Jahan (reigned from 1628 to 1658), to house the tomb of his favourite wife, Mumtaz Mahal. The tomb is the centrepiece of a 17-hectare (42-acre) complex, which includes a mosque and a guest house, and is set in formal gardens bounded on three sides by a crenellated wall. With othr words: a love-crazy emperor gone gaga…The Taj Mahal was constructed using materials from all over India and Asia. It is believed over 1,000 elephants were used to transport building materials. The translucent white marble was brought from Makrana, Rajasthan, the jasper from Punjab, jade and crystal from China. The turquoise was from Tibet and the Lapis lazuli from Afghanistan, while the sapphire came from Sri Lanka and the carnelian from Arabia. In all, twenty-eight types of precious and semi-precious stones were inlaid into the white marble. It took about 22 years to complete it – and Shah Jahan and the whole region was pretty much ruined financially afterwards.Now admittedly, the building of the Taj Mahal in Virtual Worlds was not quite as expensive, the 1.000 elephants could stay at home and enjoy their long walks through the savannah, no workers were mal treated, abused or let alone killed. All of which actually speaks for Virtual Worlds and for prims! And at this point also for love. The love of prims!

From Ivory Tower to Ivory City – Love that won’t end

A very special kind of prim love you can find in the second example: Lumiere Noir’s love for twisting and bending prims so that in the end no one would believe they were born simple cubes, tubes, cylinders or tori!In Real Life an artist, photographer and finally a very dedicated teacher, he brought much of his knowledge and his passions into Virtual Worlds.

Of course he started building and figuring out the things one can do with prims from the very beginning. Lumiere the artist created things of astonishing beauty – he twisted prims as probably only he knew how to. And for Lumiere the teacher it was the most natural thing wanting to share his newly acquired knowledge with others. So he built his very well known Ivory Tower Library of Primitives in SL in which – without exaggeration – probably thousands of avatars learned how to build.

When – after some years he learned about OpenSim and the fascinating new possibilities of building here, he got loads of regions and started to experiment, what he could do here. And of course it was not too long that Lumiere started to build a replica of his Ivory Tower also in OpenSim (in Craft-World). But by now he wanted more – he got bored with his first tower, it was too much of what he had already made, he wanted something new – and something very much bigger. He talked about moving his project to Sanctuary, the small but well cared for Grid of Shaun Emerald.That is how this huge and wonderful project got started here. And he truly proved to be the grand master of prim twisting.

The beauty of the builds is awesome and of course – it would not be a true “Lumiere” without – it has autodidactive lessons inside, that start from rezzing  a first prim and leads you in the end right to his great and famous twisted stairs – with plenty examples of his prim twisting art.

So go, visit, look, fall in love, experiment, let your imagination run wild… With other words, do as Sabina sings: don’t settle for a civilized love, one with bills and sundays on the sofa! Go for the love that kills you! Because a love that does not die with passion kills. And because a love that kills never dies!

Tadj Mahal: http://sanctuary.homelinux.org:8012 search, “Liberty” on your Map
Ivory City: http://sanctuary.homelinux.org:8012, search “Ivory City I” on your Map

Ah, and while you are there, don’t forget to check out the very beautiful sim Eld of Shaun Emerald. It has  the probably most complete collection of Hypergrid-Gates ever. In terms of the before said: you will love it!

Tosha Tyran
who loves you all (now see how you get along with THAT!)


Noah – The Friendly Ark

I want to know all the secrets!
Catch all the stars with my hand.
In my dreams
worlds are spinning.
I am delighted with the small nest,
a pair of swallows
build in the shelter of my terrace.
Their soft chirping
touches my heart.

The Friendly Ark on the Sim Noah offers you chirping and barking, meowing and growling, mooing, hissing, screeching, squeeking, braying, neighing, howling, quacking and – what noises did dinosaurs make?

And if you listen very closely you may even hear the grass grow.

 You can find the sparrow for your hand as well as the dove for your roof, dogs ‘n cats to share your bed, wild beasts you had better let loose, butterflies for the romantic and vultures for the daring.And if your are an attentive listener, you might even hear flowers hum their tunes and the trees complain about the aches of old age.Horses and bisons waiting for their hey, frogs prefer flies, as everyone knows.  Nobody seems to have informed the cats, that they are not necessarily adored as godesses anymore – they like their audience obedient and not too close! Do fishes talk or do they prefer to sing to each other? Would they sometimes like to come for a visit onto the land? Do they cry? Do they laugh? Do they love one another? Do they quarrel?The ark has extended and gone meshy…


If the bear looks you in the eye, wondering if your are made of honey while the giraffe cuddles her little one…… if the hippo empties the lake in a slurp while the storks enjoy en early dinner… then you know you clicked the right tp!

The Friendly Ark on Noah in Craft invites you not only to enjoy the trip across the floods, but also to donate any mesh plants, trees, animals you might have created and desire to share!

Tosha Tyran
(who will have a swim with a couple of friendly  alligators now, have a coffee with her favorite cats – lion, tiger and panther – and then fly away on eagles wings)

Voyage to the center of the Earth

“Hmmm”, said he, turning the light on and out, on and out. “Hmmm”.
“Oh dear. But you are driving my mad. Couldn’t you leave the lamp alone?”
Klick, klick, klick.
With a sigh he pushed the lamp to the other side of the table and looked at her questioningly. Then he got reluctantly out of his chair.
“Ok, I pack and we shall find the vulcano at the center of the earth. Come then, woman, get ready!”

After many days of traveling, of hunger and thirst, of blisters and curses they found it: the center volcano!

The explosions were tremendous, fearsome, blinding and deafening. Yet strangely enough they did not make them fear – rather open their mouths wide as if to shout for joy and throw up their arms with delight.   

Now there was no stopping anymore… closer and closer, higher and higher they had to climb, swim through the rough sea, get up painfully onto the next mountain and even into the very eye of the volcano. And here they found the last, the gigantic and best hidden  secret of this world!
The Dinosaurs are not dead! They merely have withdrawn to the center volcano. Here they found shelter, food, warmth and the company of their own! 

She did not feel comfortable or even too confident with those huge, somehow outdated animals… He on the other hand made friends with them astonishingly fast – was he not normally a rather shy man? 

Even as the sky lit up with a furious luminescence and the eyes of the animals lit up with a strange glow, he rode them confidentially from one shore to the other.

What might have been the subject of their endless philosophical discussions?

At the very same moment she saw the image  reflected in those four eyes looking at her irritated – she was disturbing their philosophy! For a split second she wondered that she actually saw her violent end more then feeling it. The strongest sensation however was  the slight shrugging of his shoulders which she perceived almost physically:
“Not my zoo, not my monkeys.”

Life was good.

Thank you, Licu Rau,
for the making of a sim with such a strange name “Yog-Sothoth”. Even as a mere test region it is absolutely inspiring!
Thank you, Lancelot Delvalle,
for the set of nice cuddly animals, that invite to play and have fun (always with care though, always with care!)
Thank you, Siberia,
for you patience posing and baering with my silliness – though your last phrase (“not my zoo…” sure was somewhat cruel).

Tosha Tyran. .  .  .    .     .     .       .        .       .         .          .           .             .              .                    .      

Sogno di una notte di inizio estate.

C’era una volta, non molto tempo fa, un giovane intelligente simpatico ricco e di bell’aspetto.
Poi c’ero io, quello nella foto.

Quel giorno passeggiavo nel parco, ho sempre amato osservare i colori della natura e ascoltarne i suoni.

Era una calda giornata di inizio estate e non esitai un attimo a tuffarmi.

Mi sdraiai su una piccola zattera e mi addormentai cullato dall’acqua.

Non so quanto tempo fosse passato quando un’anatra decise di accomodarsi sulle mie gambe svegliandomi, ma ancora oggi le sono grato perché aprendo gli occhi vidi lei.
Passeggiava nel bosco, incantata dal gioco dei raggi del sole tra le fronde degli alberi.

Mi avvicinai, non volevo che la sua immagine restasse solo un ricordo nella mia mente.
Quando le fui davanti rimasi alcuni secondi in silenzio, affascinato dalla sua bellezza.
Pensavo ancora a cosa dirle per rompere il ghiaccio quando lei, sorridendo, mi chiese se l’anatra prima di svegliarmi mi avesse mangiato la lingua.
Lei rise, ed io mi innamorai.

Passammo ore parlando e osservando la natura di quel meraviglioso parco.

Danzavo di gioia come un idiota!

Continuammo a parlare molto a lungo.

Non so quanto tempo fosse passato quando un’anatra decise di accomodarsi sulle mie gambe svegliandomi, ma ancora oggi le porto rancore per aver interrotto quel meraviglioso sogno di una notte di inizio estate.

Questo splendido parco virtuale si trova in Craft World, nella regione Delta.
Il realizzatore, Moran Demedici, è stato uno dei primi grandi costruttori nella grid.
Gli siamo ancora grati per i bellissimi ambienti che ci ha lasciato in eredità.