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.

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.

xSIBERIAx ILFREDDOPURIFICA

Bye Bye HG Safari!

Nothing is created, nothing is destroyed, but everything is transformed.
Was right the old Antoine.
Thirza is destroying the Safari? of course NO!
Just now the HG Safari is changed!
Our amazing Thirza just transforming it again!
We was usual to funny, interesting, dancing and crazy trips organized by Thirza.
Now we will be usual to funny, interesting, dancing and crazy trips organized by ourselfs.
The HG Safari Clubhouses is still (and we hope will be ever) online.
We can found here all the info for go arround in the best places in Hypergrid!

So? why we are sad thinking about it?
Very easy to answer, we will missed the leader of this group.
The one that has work so much for let us to have every time a new wonderful trip.
Of course, this is not a final goodbye to Thirza!
Luckily she will be present in opensim and not will leave us!
This is just a… Bye Bye Old Safari!

“…A long long time ago
I can still remember how
That music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while…”

Thank you so much for everything that you done and will do for us, Thirza!

xSIBERIAx ILFREDDOPURIFICA

PS:
I’m sorry if my english is not good, but i’m happy if someone smile reading my mistakes.

Il Terrazzo de Pizzini

Il Terrazzo dei Pizzini si trova in Craft World nella sim Alba.

Al suo interno vi sono messaggi scritti e immagini lasciate dai più vecchi residenti di Craft. Molti di questi risalgono agli esordi della Grid, ed è affascinante leggere i pensieri dei pionieri di questo mondo.

Lyth Karu è l’ideatrice di tutto ciò, e di tanto in tanto è possibile trovare un nuovo pizzino, che appare come per mistero in questo luogo in cui è facile perdersi in un viaggio tra passato e presente, tra sensazioni vissute ed attuali, tra ricordi e nuove sensazioni.

Il post è scritto in dialetto siculo, una scelta dettata dal mio sentimento durante la visita. Poche righe, non preoccupatevi.

A Tirazza de Pizzini.

Stava passiannu pinzirusu, quannu isannu l’occhi visti na gran muntagna n’facci a mia.

Dda fotti luci m’annuvvau e mi ncuriusiu, m’attaccai i scappi fitti e m’incaminai ppi sta stritta via.

Arivatu a fini da stratuzza, cù na panzaciata ca sulu n’fumaturi pò capiri, attruvai na tirazza m’pocu all’antica e ju jera sempri chiù curiusu di sapiri.

“Binvinuti nta tirazza” c’era scrittu. Du pampini i lattuga nnanzi a potta. Vi ricu a virità amici mei, era nsi je no ppi tunnari areri.

Du passi nnanzi u stissu i vosi fari. Chi su sti cosi n’terra ittati a muzzu? Pizzini simuliati ccà je ddà! attaccai a leggiri e u pinzeri di irammi scumpariu.

Ju vu ricu, non sugnu n’critucu e mancu tantu accutturatu, ma chiddu ca liggii mi piaciu e a nuttata n’da n’attumu passau, tantu ca liggennu m’agghiunnau!

Ma prima di iramminni l’occhi n’da na staccia si pusanu. L’uttima puisia nnanzi a potta, quasi ppi salutu. Liggennula i canni m’arizzanu.

“…c’è pioggina
l’aria è ghiaccia
il mare scuro
gonfio
tormenta di rotolii l’autostrada a mezza costa
più in basso gracchia stanca di annunci la stazione
la scopa in mano
l’alzaimmondizie accanto
spazzo
la strada negra
le foglie di certi sempreverdi folti foltissimi
e le loro bacche nere
grani di rosario senza consistenza

m’allargo per la piazza
raccolgo
ora
solo
rifiuti umani
un angolo
la domenica
nel folto della notte
nella quiete certa
già forse le prime ore del giorno dopo
è ricettacolo d’amplessi…

e forse
il mio cuore lo spera
nido d’amore
non
meretricio di corpi
o
peggio
sfruttamento di donne…
schiavitù

…erano nere
un gruppo di cinque
ai margini d’una strada
sotto il sole di novembre
su grossi copertoni sedute spente nella polvere bigia
tra rifiuti umani d’ogni genere perse
gli occhi
immensi
i corpi come foglie sparute al macero inesorabile del tempo…

due
mi pervero
bambine
spaventate
così
i loro visi
giovani

tutte le ho poste dentro me… scolpite… colpevole”

Lyth Karu, 11/11/2016

Mille grazie a Lyth, mi hai emozionato.

xSIBERIAx ILFREDDOPURIFICA

Dies alles ist mir untertänig…

Er stand auf seines Daches Zinnen,
Er schaute mit vergnügten Sinnen
Auf das beherrschte Samos hin.
»Dies alles ist mir untertänig«,
Begann er zu Ägyptens König,
»Gestehe, daß ich glücklich bin.«

»Du hast der Götter Gunst erfahren!
Die vormals deinesgleichen waren,
Sie zwingt jetzt deines Szepters Macht.
Doch einer lebt noch, sie zu rächen,
Dich kann mein Mund nicht glücklich sprechen,
Solang des Feindes Auge wacht.«

Und eh der König noch geendet,
Da stellt sich, von Milet gesendet,
Ein Bote dem Tyrannen dar:
»Laß, Herr! des Opfers Düfte steigen
Und mit des Lorbeers muntern Zweigen
Bekränze dir dein festlich Haar.

Getroffen sank dein Feind vom Speere,
Mich sendet mit der frohen Märe
Dein treuer Feldherr Polydor –«
Und nimmt aus einem schwarzen Becken,
Noch blutig, zu der beiden Schrecken,
Ein wohlbekanntes Haupt hervor.

(…)

Und wenn’s die Götter nicht gewähren,
So acht auf eines Freundes Lehren
Und rufe selbst das Unglück her,
Und was von allen deinen Schätzen
Dein Herz am höchsten mag ergötzen,
Das nimm und wirf’s in dieses Meer.«

 

Und jener spricht, von Furcht beweget:
»Von allem, was die Insel heget,
Ist dieser Ring mein höchstes Gut.
Ihn will ich den Erinnen weihen,
Ob sie mein Glück mir dann verzeihen.«
Und wirft das Kleinod in die Flut.

 

Und bei des nächsten Morgens Lichte,
Da tritt mit fröhlichem Gesichte
Ein Fischer vor den Fürsten hin:
»Herr, diesen Fisch hab ich gefangen,
Wie keiner noch ins Netz gegangen,
Dir zum Geschenke bring ich ihn.«

Und als der Koch den Fisch zerteilet,
Kommt er bestürzt herbeigeeilet
Und ruft mit hocherstauntem Blick:
»Sieh, Herr, den Ring, den du getragen,
Ihn fand ich in des Fisches Magen,
O, ohne Grenzen ist dein Glück!«

Hier wendet sich der Gast mit Grausen:
»So kann ich hier nicht ferner hausen,
Mein Freund kannst du nicht weiter sein.
Die Götter wollen dein Verderben,
Fort eil ich, nicht mit dir zu sterben.«
Und sprachs und schiffte schnell sich ein.

(Aus: Der Ring des Polykrates, F. Schiller)

www.outworldz.com:9000:Egypt (coordinates 828,1007,37)

Tosha Tyran

Violence against Women!

You are not my story / But merely a chapter
One I will never forget / But one I will never reread

The bruises you left will no longer / Remind me of my shortcomings
But will instead be battle scares / Reminding me of my strength

You caused me to starve / You caused me to self-loathe
You caused me to isolate myself / But your control is not permanent

I will erase the pain you left / I will discard the memories
Of discomfort, fear, and embarassment / And replace them with a fire

I am not your victim / Or defined by your abuse
I am a survivor / I am a fighter

For so long I blamed myself / Told myself that I deserved the pain
That I did this to myself / And I carried that guilt with me

But not anymore / I’m through with wrongfully assigning
The blame to myself when / It’s nobody’s fault except yours

Your time is up / From your violations
I have gained self-respect and fortitude / And you have gained a guilty conscience

This is all I have left to say to you / My final testimony, my triumph
I will no longer let you have power over me / This is goodbye.

Delicatessen (160,92,485) by Paper White
contains the best exposition about Violence against Women I have ever seen in Virtual Worlds.

It takes a hard stomach though to look through it!
Tosha Tyran

Torben Asp – master of the spherical music

you ambled through
the spheres of light
a score of
fireflies ignite
a silken dress
a velvet night
roaring colors
spheres of light
a
I would like to talk to you tonight about a very special person: Torben Asp, composer, musician, artist and surely one of the nicest live performers I know and have the honor to be friended with. Those who come to his shows will find themselves immersed not only in spherical sounds but also in a captivating and magic particles show.

Already entering his performance center is interesting: you enter a metal sphere hung up in nowhere and held down from escaping just there by some chained weights…

Sit on one of the seats grouped around the stage in the middle, lean back, take a sip of wine (or tea or a sniff of grass :-)) and let Torben with his music and particles do the rest! An enrapturing time is garanteed…

Torben was amiable enough to give us a little inside view into his music, his work, his life.

Tosha: Torben, you make music in virtual worlds and – if I understand right – also in real life?

Torben: That is true… I have been so lucky to build a network that stretches from virtual- to Real life.

Tosha: I know of various artists who actually began their career in virtual worlds and from there went on to real life careers – where did you get started?

Torben: Basically I began composing at 14 when I bought my first little keyboard. My Dad played one of my tunes at the local stadium for 2500 people… that was kinda crazy.
Obviously when PC music software came out it made it easier for me to make music…. and yes… SL and the virtual worlds have helped me a lot… To refine my performances… and also to be able to play in the real world a couple of times… both in Denmark and the USA.

Tosha: You underlay your musical performances in Craft with all those magnificent particles – what do you use in real life instead? Or have you found a way to create „real“ particles???

Torben: Oh I wish… but in real Life we mostly use projections… which is kinda nice too.

Tosha: Can your music be found in real life? Meaning: do you sell it?

Torben:  I do… You can find me at CDBaby.com searching for Torben Asp but also on all the well known download sites.

Tosha: Do you give concerts in RL?

Torben:  When I get a chance, yes.

Tosha: A rather indiscrete question: You probably spend a lot of time with your music. But can you live of it? (Don’t answer if it is too indiscrete!)

Torben:  No… at this time its only a hobby that I love…. so I gather all the tips I can get… Either inworld ore by going my website or Paypal ;o)

Tosha: Your music has quite an esoteric sound at times. Are you an esoteric person?

Torben:  I believe so… My music comes from inside…. when I try to be deep I always say… From my soul… To your soul.

Tosha: Do you compose and produce your music alone?

Torben:  Yes I do…. No one to argue with… hehe

Tosha: I seem to detect some Jean Michel Jarre at times in your music – what or who else inspires you most and in which way?

Torben: Jean-Michel Jarre as you mentioned… but also Hans Zimmer,  Schiller and Kitaro. (French, German and Japanese musicians, T.T.)

Tosha: I know you are Danish living in the USA now – what made you leave Denmark?

Torben:  I blame it on my 10 year long love for Jess ;o)

Tosha: Back to Virtual Worlds: During the last performances of yours I have noticed that you are becoming quite a master of the art of creating particles… do you create them yourself?

Torben:  No… as I sometimes tell on stream my particle show was created by a very talented scripter, Darek Deluca, who unfortunately is not in SL anymore.
Luckily I got him to deliver to me in the worlds I perform in the most… and then it is just to find the right setup for the experience… and I think I am pretty close now to have the perfect setup…. at least people seem to enjoy it a lot.

Tosha: What difference is there for you performing for a virtual audience as opposed to a real life one?

Torben:  You feel the audience more in Real Life…. and you can see when they start to fall asleep…. In the virtual worlds I get all these wonderful comments… and I try to mix them into my comments between tunes.

Tosha: I have the feeling, there is a special attachment to Craft Grid. Am I wrong or is that so?

Torben: The reception we got when we first landed in Craft was over the top… so we have always loved to support the grid when ever we could.

Tosha: If yes – what makes Craft special to you?

Torben:  The option that you have almost 100% power over your region… and you can import and export your OAR’s when you have something to show.

Tosha: Thanks a lot for your patience, Torben!

Torben:  Thank you for the interest. I appreciate that ;o))

If you want to come, see, hear, feel one of Torben’s performances, check the Craft Homepage regularly, read inworld notes or recurr to Torben’s own homepage to find a date! And – as said before: lean back and enjoy!

MargyeDreams

Quando l’Arte incontra il virtuale, il virtuale risponde con un caloroso benvenuto.

Il progetto è stato realizzato dal gruppo PyramidOSIta. L’Artista al centro dell’intero progetto è Carmen AulettaNon è mia intenzione parlare dei vari autori (impossibile valorizzarli come meritano in un solo articolo) ma aprire una piccola finestra sul meraviglioso risultato ottenuto.

L’idea di base che ha dato vita a MargyeDreams è di rendere tangibili, se pur virtualmente, le opere artistiche di Carmen Auletta, mi limiterò quindi a lasciarvi un piccolo assaggio visivo invitandovi ad intraprendere in modo autonomo il vostro personale viaggio tra arte e virtuale in Craft.

Vi lascio con una citazione tratta dalla poesia Il Rifugio di Carmen Auletta.

“..Portandomi nel luogo dov’è l’Arte,

la penna il mio dolore manda via.

Si presta come sempre alla sua parte

e arriva in mio soccorso la Poesia.”

 

xSIBERIAx ILFREDDOPURIFICA

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Your trash is full? Dein Papierkorb läuft über? ¿Tu papelera está llena? ¿El teu paperera està plena? Il cestino dei rifiuti è pieno?Come to our wonderful and creepy Service Island to empty it!Komm zu unserem wunderbar gruseligem Service Island und leere ihn!  ¡Ven a nuestra maravillosa y escalofriante Service Island para vaciarla!  Vine a la nostra meravellosa i esgarrifós Service Island per buidar-la!Vieni nella nostra meravigliosa e agghiacciante Service Island per svuotarlo!craft-world.org:8002:Service Island