The avatar that ran away III

(Versione Italiana)

This is just what I mean – you get it? Susanna is really sweet but she treats me as if I had no sense at all. For her I will never grow up, she thinks I am unable to understand the word “freedom” and much less the meaning of it. And hey, what does she want to tell you (and me!) with that: ” After all: she is an avatar! What can she do without me???”

You will find out, Susanna, you will find out! And me too!

I do not want to be the cute little big-eyed girl with braids anymore! I want to roam around in this world, meet people, discover new things, make my own experiences even if they are bad occasionally. And those braids, those freaking braids! How I hate them!

But ok, I don`t want to leave Susanna completely worried so I will try to get word to her once in a while and I sure would appreciate your help with that.

Will I ever return? I don’t know, time will tell…

How can you possibly help me?

Come with me on my way around Craft, help me to solve some strange problems and answer questions for and with me.

You will find a first notecard on the floor of the kiosk on the big dance floor at the region Oymyakon Siberia (168, 19, 22), on my facebook-page (remember, my name in facebook is Clearly Anderson!), and on the Craft-World facebook-page on the 27th of January. And, if you are a member of the Craft Group, you can also find it there.

Once you have found an answer or a solution, you should take it back to the same off-shore kiosk at Oymyakon Siberia, dropping the answer, the notecard or the item found into the book inside the kiosk.

If your answer is correct, I will give you my next question – probably on the following day. But if your answer is not right, I fear you must go back and keep on searching…

Every notecard is in English and Italian.

Of course you can bring some friends along. I will be glad for every little hint and we all know: 4 eyes see more than 2!

I promise, I will not pressure you – help me as you can and wish and have the time. Really there is no hurry and I am more then curios as to where my paths will lead me.

You might want to read on my facebook page once in a while. So – if we do not meet inworld – that will be almost as good, won’t it? As I mentioned earlier, I had to change my surname, because when I wanted to register with my real name (Clearly Anonymous) facebook reacted kind of hysterical, so I decided to call myself – for the sake of peace – Clearly Anderson there.

I have already found two nice friends that are always helping me: xSiberiax Ilfreddopurifica (strange name, but nice guy) and Tosha Tyran. And they told me that it would be a good idea to thank all of the sim-owners, that let me stroll on their lands and give a special thanks to Licu Rau (whoever that may be) for his generosity!

Please, consider it done herewith…

I hope you will have fun

xoxo Clearly


L’Avatar Fuggito III

Questo è proprio quello che intendo, capisci? Susanna è davvero dolce ma mi tratta come se fossi inanimata. Per lei non crescerò mai, pensa che non riesca a comprendere la parola “libertà” e tanto meno il suo significato. E cosa vuole dirvi (e dirmi!) Con quel: “Dopotutto: è un avatar! Cosa può fare senza di me ???”

Lo scoprirai, Susanna, lo scoprirai! E anch’io!

Io non voglio essere la ragazzina dai grandi occhi con le treccine! Voglio andare in giro per questo mondo, incontrare gente, scoprire nuove cose, fare le mie esperienze, anche se a volte potrebbero rivelarsi sgradevoli. E queste trecce, queste maledette trecce! Quanto le odio!

Ma ok, non voglio che Susanna si preoccupi troppo, quindi proverò a lasciarle mie notizie di tanto in tanto e sicuramente apprezzerò il tuo aiuto per poterlo fare.

Tornerò mai? Non so.. sarà il tempo a decidere.

In che modo puoi aiutarmi?

Vieni con me in giro per Craft, aiutami a risolvere alcuni strani problemi e rispondere a domande per e con me.

Troverai la prima notecard sul pavimento del chiosco sulla grande pista da ballo nella regione Oymyakon Siberia (168, 19, 22), sulla mia pagina facebook (ricorda, il mio nome in facebook è Clearly Anderson!), e sulla pagina facebook Craft-World il 27 di Gennaio. E se sei un membro del gruppo Craft in world, puoi trovarla anche li.

Quando trovi la risposta o la soluzione, dovresti portarla al chiosco di Oymyakon Siberia, inserisci la risposta, la notecard o l’oggetto trovato nel libro all’interno del chiosco.

Se la risposta è corretta ti darò la domanda seguente – probabilmente il giorno successivo. Ma se la tua risposta è errata, temo che dovrai tornare indietro e riprovare…

Ovviamente puoi collaborare in gruppo con altre persone. Sarò felice per ogni piccolo aiuto e come si dice: 4 occhi vedono meglio di 2!

Prometto, non ti farò pressioni – aiutami come e quando vuoi e puoi. Davvero, non c’è fretta e sono più che curiosa di scoprire dove mi condurrà questa avventura.

Se ti va puoi leggere la mia pagina facebook di tanto in tanto, così – se non dovessimo incontrarci inworld – potremmo comunque stare in contatto, non credi? Come dicevo prima, ho cambiato il mio cognome, perchè quando ho provato a registrarmi con il mio nome reale (Clearly Anonymous) facebook ha avuto un attacco isterico, così ho deciso di chiamarmi – per amore della pace – Clearly Anderson.

Ho già trovato due amici gentili che mi stanno aiutando: xSiberiax Ilfreddopurifica (nome strano, ma bravo ragazzo) e Tosha Tyran. Loro mi hanno detto che sarebbe una buona idea ringraziare tutti i proprietari di sim, che mi permettono di girovagare sulle loro terre e dare un ringraziamento speciale a Licu Rau (chiunque sia) per la sua generosità!

Consideratelo fatto!

Spero vi divertiate.

xoxo Clearly

The avatar that ran away II – Susanna speaking

(Versione Italiana)

Please my friends, can you help me? I am almost out of my mind with worries. My avatar, my little girl, my Clearly has disappeared. I don’t know what happened, but she has gone, she just left me behind worrying about her!

I have always treated her well, I promise! She looked lovely, nice new clothes all the time, the most fetching hair does… I am really worried! How will she get along without me? After all: she is an avatar! What can she do without me???

Please, if you see her, if you find any trace of her, would you let me know about it? And maybe you can leave a word for her or for me at the little kiosk on the big dancing floor just at the coast of Oymyakon Siberia. Look, I post a picture for you here, so you can find it.

The off shore kiosk at Oymyakon Siberia

Leave any notice of my little doll here and I will find it. And maybe you’ll be sweet enough to leave a cookie once in a while there for her – she loves cookies with orange marmalade fillings! Oh, and she also likes raspberry candies, you know, the little red ones…

I’ll send you a new photo so you will know her when you see her.

Susanna: My little girl...
My little girl…

L’Avatar Fuggito II – Parla Susanna

Per favore amici, potete aiutarmi? Sto quasi perdendo la testa. Il mio avatar, la mia bambina, la mia Clearly è sparita. Non so cosa sia accaduto, ma lei è andata, mi ha lasciato e sono molto preoccupata per lei!

L’ho sempre trattata bene, giuro! Lei ha un aspetto molto carino, ha sempre bei vestiti nuovi, le più belle acconciature… Sono davvero preoccupata! Come starà senza di me? Dopo tutto: lei è un avatar! Cosa farà senza di me???

Per favore, se la vedi, se trovi sue tracce, potresti informarmi? E magari puoi lasciare una parola, per lei o per me, al piccolo chiosco nella grande pista da ballo sulla costa di Oymyakon Siberia. Guarda, posto una foto del chiosco qui, così puoi riconoscerlo.

Lascia qui ogni notizia riguardante la mia bambolina in modo che io possa trovarla. E potresti essere così dolce da lasciare li ogni tanto un biscotto per lei – lei ama i biscotti farciti con marmellata d’arancia! Oh, a lei piacciono anche le caramelle al lampone, sai, quelle piccole rosse…

Ti lascio una sua foto recente così puoi riconoscerla quando la vedi.

The avatar that ran away I

(Versione Italiana)

Hello everybody out there!

My name is Clearly Anonymous and I am the avatar of a dear friend of mine in Real World, of Susanna Fliparound to be exact.

Susanna is a nice lady, really, and we have been friends for many a year. She always treated me well, saw to it, that I look nice, even got me some real cool animations, so I would not walk around like a duck, and she has, in my oppinion, a good taste in clothing me.

So, everything seems fine, right? And yet… do you know the feeling? Always the same routine… I come online whenever she wants, I dress the way she wants, I use the make-up she likes, I have the friends she chooses for me and I go offline whenever she feels like it.

Time has passed and I started feeling more and more unquiet. I was desiring to feel free! To live my own life! To discover my own style! To travel at my own leisure! To come online when I feel like it! To make my own friends! To get offline when I am tired!

With other words: I wanted to discover my own personality and my very own freedom!

Then, the other day Susanna read to me a posting, that it will be the 10th anniversary of Craft soon – and my longing to go and roam around on my own got stronger and stronger. So while Susanna was getting a sip of water, I found and read the above poem by Robert Frost on her monitor and suddenly I knew what I had to do: Get out of this straitjacket, free myself of my ties to Susanna, take all the courage I could summon and make my way alone! Plunge into the glossy, moon colored water, fly through the haze and reach for the stars!

I wanted to celebrate the anniversary of Craft in freedom!

And though I knew Susanna would be sad and maybe even cry a little, I just left without as much as leaving a word!

My first day at freedom: new hair cut and tattoo. The shirt I found at the beach somewhere.

For sure I am a little shaky but I also feel wild and free, daring and unconcerned, light hearted and happy, happy, happy!

But of course, I am sure I will need some help on this great adventure of mine – help from all of you! Though you might never see me, please be so kind to be my guardians and lend me a hand, when things get difficult for me!


L’Avatar Fuggito I

Salve a tutti!

Il mio nome è Clearly Anonymous ed io sono l’ avatar di una mia cara amica in Real World, di Susanna Fliparound per l’ esattezza.

Susanna è una dolce signora, davvero, e siamo amiche da molti anni. Mi ha sempre trattato bene, si è presa cura di me, del mio aspetto, mi ha procurato delle animazioni molto realistiche, in modo da non farmi andare in giro come un’ anatra, e secondo me ha anche buon gusto nel vestirmi.

Quindi, sembra tutto perefetto, giusto? Ma… conosci la sensazione? Sempre la stessa routine… Sono on line ogni volta che lei lo desidera, vesto nel modo che lei vuole, uso il make-up che piace a lei, ho amici che lei sceglie per me e vado off line a suo piacimento.

Il tempo passa ed io mi sento sempre meno tranquilla. Desidero sentirmi libera! Vivere la mia vita! Trovare il mio stile! Viaggiare senza pressioni! Essere on line quando voglio! Scegliere i miei amici! Andare off line quando sono stanca!

In altre parole: Io voglio trovare la mia personalità e la mia libertà!

Qualche giorno fa Susanna mi ha letto un post, presto sarà il decimo anniversario di Craft World – desidero fortemente andare e vagare liberamente. Così mentre Susanna stava prendendo un bicchiere d’acqua, ho trovato e letto la poesia di Robert Frost sul suo monitor ed immediatamente ho capito cosa fare: Togliere questa camicia di forza, liberarmi dal legame con Susanna, farmi coraggio e prendere la mia strada! Immergiti nell’acqua lucida color luna, vola attraverso la foschia e raggiungi le stelle!

Voglio festeggiare l’anniversario di Craft in libertà!

So che Susanna potrebbe essere triste e forse anche piangere un po’, sono sparita senza dire una parola!

Sicuramente sono un po’ tentennante ma anche selvaggia e libera, audace e indifferente, spensierata e felice, felice, felice!

Certo, sono sicura che avrò bisogno di un po’ d’aiuto in questa grande avventura – aiuto da tutti voi! Anche se non mi hai mai vista, per favore sii gentile, tienimi d’occhio e dammi una mano quando le cose si faranno difficili!

A trip to a sim where we learn all about cicisbeismo and other strange (Italian) customs…

These days I have heard quite a few questions about the school-regions on Craft-World and I thought to myself: if I post some info here about them, the questioning will stop and people will be happy and informed.

The thought was followed by the act – and off I was to the first school-region I found on the map: Settecento.

Oh… hmm… was I informed wrongly? I thought the teachings sims are here to actually show the kids how different learning can be. This however looked like something I had seen in school long, long ago (though not in Italian, I admit)

But a second look calmed my nerves – nope, never seen something like this in MY class rooms! I said a very stern “sit!” to the horse, it obeyed and I hopped onto it trying an elegant and appropriate lady’s seat. Judge for yourself – I did almost perfect.

Taking a look inside of the plush coach I found a couple of nice looking guys and started a polite conversation with them. But I guess they left their manners – well, I don’t know where! They did not respond to any of my chittering and just stared at their shoes. Maybe they were just shy. (Shy Italians? Well, who am I to tell?)

And then I found what seems to be the essence of the sim: Cicisbeismo! You don’t know what that means? Read this:

This practice (of cicisbeismo) was widespread, especially in the aristocratic families of Genoa, Nice, Venice, Florence and Rome. The selection of a Cicisbeo followed a fixed arrangement (cicisbeatura or cicisbeismo) that was supposed to prevent erotic relationships between lady and servant. He was chosen by the family of the lady from the family or closest circle of friends and it was even subject of marriage contracts. The mostly younger Cicisbeo had to be single and was not allowed to maintain any other relationships with women outside the Cicisbeats. Even clergy could fill this function.
Over time, the cicisbeismo also gained a frivolous connotation. If the Cicisbeo originally served more as a ‘watchdog’ for the lady, he could also play a key role in erotic escapades, especially since he was allowed to visit the lady unrestricted and without registration in her private rooms. Even a sexual relationship between lady and Cicisbeo could take place relatively easy.

Hey teachers! Are you sure this is a kid’s sim? To prevent further outrage I just stayed a while and then called Siberia to see his reaction to this somewhat strange custom of his ancestors.

As I had imagined, he did not stay quite as calm as a good Sicilian should in such a situation!

Ok, ok, I didn’t behave too stoically either and after some screaming and ranting…

… and chasing the poor guy around…

… I took a cold shower to cool off…

… tidied up again and asked the boys in the saloon if I could help them with their hairdoes. And look – they accepted. I truly think they look a lot better now! Those stiff wigs are really not very sexy.

Ok, cutie, now I have to kiss you and leave you to find my raging Sicilian, who does not seem to know nothing about CICISBEISMO!

This was a visit to a school sim. These regions in Craft-Word are closed and only teachers, students and assistents have access to them – so don’t even try to find them!

Ts-ts-ts
says Tosha and does not quite know if to giggle or feel indignant.

My view: Tosha reads Dante

A not too serious travel through the darkness of hell and the purgatory which ends – yuhuuuu – in heaven!

One odd morning I woke up and found myself – not in my bed but in a dark and scary forest. Trying to get out of that place, I found a huge wooden door with a rather well known sign:

“All hope abandon, ye who enter in!”
Now, it really took a while for me to overcome my fear, too much I was reminded of school – each time I had to write an exam: all hope abandon…
As soon as I had passed the door, I regretted it deeply! I was surrounded by running white, somewhat esoteric looking “people”. I soon learned, they once were people, they had passed to be souls by now – darn, what was I doing here? Turning around seeking to escape this hell, I found the door firmly locked. So much for that. Now all I could do was to go on. Run! To escape those terrible wasps that were everywhere.
Oh dear, oh dear.. now I had to stand in line waiting for a trip across those dark waters!
Crossing the waters with this kind looking guy? I had no choice…
The other side proved not much better. A horrible looking black dude was sitting there and wrapped each and every one up in his equally horrible tail and with a swift movement he indicated each of the poor lost souls which way they had to go. To me he only grinned and said: you young lady, that have intruded here, are bound to go to each and every station of this hell!
What did I do????
To be on the save side I decided: “When in Rome, do as the Romans do” while waiting my turn for the next horror…
I have seen people with 2 faces… but dogs with 3 heads? A cold fear was taking possession of my heart…
Blubb-blubb-blubb… I liked diving in the mud when I was a kid. But then the rain never was black and I was surrounded by screaming and laughing friends and not by moaning and groaning souls…
At the next door a not really surprising scenario waited for me: An arrogant guy sitting high on a rock – yeah, make yourself bigger then you are, man!
I lost my good humor soon enough! those rocks having to be rolled up the hill to no avail were just too heavy. I desperately needed to get out of there!
Well, you can knock me down,
Step in my face,
Slander my name
All over the place.

Do anything that you want to do, but uh-uh,
Honey, lay off of my shoes
Don’t you step on my blue suede shoes.
You can do anything but lay off of my blue suede shoes.

Sigh, I guess Elvis would not have survived this. My beautiful red suede boots a mess! I was sure, I could never get them cleaned again!
Here I was comfortable – but was I safe?
Horses? Men? Both? Neither? Oh noooo, Centaurs!!!!!!!!!!!!
By now my teeth were chattering so strongly – words failed…
Help! My head!!!!!!!!!!!!
I wonder if Mary Poppins ever flew over a stream of blood… I kind of doubt it.
Gold can be nice – until you are stuck inside of it!
Arms and legs gone… at least I kept my head…
Arms and legs are back – so run, Tosha! But yikes! What are those red dots all over my skin?
Ok, ok, so you are the biggest…
An ice cold hand has gripped me…
SATANAS!
Uff, I am being purged…
… blinded…
… left alone in the dark…
… tied together as a package…
… starved to death …
… and finally send to walk on red hot coals through a wall of flames …
Wow! Now this feels like paradise!

On my way to heaven!

Hurrah! I am not the only one!

Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she’s gone.
Tosha in the sky with diamonds

Dante’s “Divine Comedy” is a scenario for schools, accredited teachers and school kids on Craft-World. It was build by Siberia Ilfreddopurifica (Heaven) and Tosha Tyran (Hell and Purgatory). The avatars for the roleplay were created by Eva Kraii.
It is – with rare exceptions – closed to the public.

Ah, I hope all the Dante lovers and convinced teachers will forgive my somewhat ironic way of seeing the things…

Tosha Tyran (in the sky with diamonds now)

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. .  .  .    .     .     .       .        .       .         .          .           .             .              .                    .      

Cherry Manga has done it again!

The incredible Cherry Manga has turned part of a Craft region – Metaverso, a traditional Italian city – into a bewitching, unforgettable light experience!

Just go and look for yourself – but take your time to allow this wonderful experience sink into you!

We have heard that Licu Rau, owner of the region, has asked also other artists to join into the light experience. What a wonderful idea! So you might just look around the city and find some other flashing surprises!

craft-world.org:8002:Metaverso

Infant found in stable

Breaking News:
Police and youth welfare office investigate – carpenters from Nazareth and minor mother provisionally arrested.

BETHLEHEM, JUDAEA, dpa – In the early morning hours authorities were alerted by a concerned citizen who had discovered a young family living in a stable. On arrival, social service officials assisted by police officers found a baby who had been wrapped in strips of cloth by his 14-year-old mother, a certain Maria H. of Nazareth.

Maria H. and her infant were found in these highly questionable hygienic circumstances. On the right: Josef H. (Photos: T. Tyran)

While the officials tried to take mother and child into custody, a man later identified as Joseph H., also from Nazareth, tried to stop them. Joseph H.,  assisted by some shepherds and three unidentified foreigners, was prevented from doing so by the police.

The three foreigners who called themselves “wise men” of an eastern country were arrested. Both, the Department of the Interior and Customs Authorities are looking for clues about the origins of these three men, who appear to be illegally in the country. A spokesman of the police said they carried no identification, but were in possession of gold, as well as some potentially dangerous substances. They resisted arrest and claimed that God had told them to go home immediately and avoid any contact with official authorities. The found chemicals were sent to the Crime Lab for further investigation.

The three strangers claiming to be “wise men” 

The whereabouts of the baby will not be disclosed until further notice. A quick clarification of the whole case seems very doubtful. In response to questions, a Social Services employee said, “The father is middle-aged and the mother is definitely under the age, and we’re checking with the authorities in Nazareth to find out, what type of relationship they might have.”

Maria H. was taken to the district hospital in Bethlehem for medical and psychiatric examinations.  Because she claims, she is still a virgin, and the infant is from God, her mental state is being scrutinized.  An official statement from the head of the psychiatry says: “it is not up to us to tell people what to believe, but if that belief leads to a newborn being endangered, as in this case, then these people must be considered dangerous. The fact that drugs that were probably distributed by the foreigners is not helping to raise confidence, but we are sure that all involved will be able to return to normal life within a few years, if they get the necessary treatment. ”

Maria H. in the local hospital (Photo: our contact person in the psychiatry – name is known to the editors)

Finally, this information reached us: The shepherds declared unisono that a tall man in a white nightgown with wings (!) on his back ordered them to visit the stable and bring out cheers for the newborn on the day of his birth. A spokesman of the drug investigation said, “That’s pretty much the dumbest excuse of stoned junkies I’ve ever heard.”

La gran cacofonía

HIE-1(3 Fotos: Thirza Ember)

La “Expo Internacional del Hypergrid” (HIE) es un intento de presentar a un público multinacional lo que se organiza, se construye, se planea en los diferentes grids en este llamado Mundo Virtual.

HIE-2

Hace semanas ya que un equipo de gente muy dedicada trabaja para hacer este gran evento realmente algo memorable para la comunidad de OpenSim.

HIE-3

En dos días se presentarán diferentes discursos – el primer día será dedicada a los avatares de hablar alemán y español:

Sábado, 16-12-2017, 09.00 SLT, 17.00 GMT, 18.00 CET

 Cheops Forlife, Loru Destiny, Mal Burns, Tosha Tyran, Thirza Ember:
Charla sobre “Las muchas voces del OpenSim”
Como enriquecen y complican las muchas idiomas de OpenSim la vida en el hyperverso.

 

Sábado, 16-12-2017, 09.30 SLT, 17.30 GMT, 18.30 CET

Dieter Heyne:
Mundos virtuales basados en la web y el camino hacia un viewer-navegador para el hypergrid. Los desafíos involucrados, la planificación y los pasos para desarrollar un viewer-navegador para el hypergrid.

 

Sábado, 16-12-2017, 10.00 SLT, 18.00 GMT, 19.00 CET

Tosha Tyran:
Craft-World, el comienzo de un romance maravilloso.
Un paseo por Craft-World desde el principio hasta el presente.

 

Sábado, 16-12-2017, 10.30 SLT, 18.30 GMT, 19.30 CET

Art Blue:
La conservación del arte digital a través del simulador abierto – manteniendo vivos los primeros pasos del arte digital inmersivo.

 

Una hora de descanso

Sábado, 16-12-2017, 12.00 SLT, 20.00 GMT, 21.00 CET

Karima Hoisan:
La poesia hecha una realidad virtual. Cómo OpenSim, específicamente Kitely, ha hecho posible dar vida a la poesía.

 

Sábado, 16-12-2017, 12.30 SLT, 20.30 GMT, 21.30 CET

Eugenia Calderon:
Los Mundos Virtuales como herramientas en la enseñanza del español.

 

 

Sábado, 16-12-2017, 13.00 SLT, 21.00 GMT, 22.00 CET

Cherry Manga:
Fest’Avi y vestuarios.
Cómo surgió la idea para el evento anual Fest’Avi, con algunos ejemplos de avatares,  cómo se hacen y se muestran.

 

Sábado, 16-12-2017, 13.30 SLT, 21.30 GMT, 22.30 CET

Wolem Wobbit:
El guitarista de blues alemán tocará live para nosotr@s en el area de bienvenido al terminar el primer día de la Expo.

 

 

El segundo día de la conferencia está dedicada a gente de hablar francés y italiano.

Domingo, 17-12-2017, 09.00 SLT, 17.00 GMT, 18.00 CET

Cheops Forlife, Yann Minh, Michel Nachez, Federic Tordo:
Los caracteres numéricos del avatar. el uso de avatares para todos: actividades remotas en entornos 3D.

Domingo, 17-12-2017, 10.00 SLT, 18.00 GMT, 19.00 CET

Lorenzo Soccavo: 
Desarrollar y explorar la lectura con OpenSim. La evolución futura de los libros, la literatura y la lectura.

 

Domingo, 17-12-2017, 10.30 SLT, 18.30 GMT, 19.30 CET

Aime Sokrates:
Caminando por las creaciones de los alumnos.
El uso y los beneficios del desarrollo de entornos 3D en un ámbito escolar.

 

Una hora de descanso

Domingo, 17-12-2017, 12.00 SLT, 20.00 GMT, 21.00 CET

Roxelo Babenco:
El proyecto del Museo del Metaverso, la historia y los desarrollos futuros. La historia del MdM, la icónica galería de arte con raíces en SL y Craft.

 

Domingo, 17-12-2017, 12.30 SLT, 20.30 GMT, 21.30 CET

Salahzar Stenvaag, Giliola Allen, Eva Kraai:
Una experiencia de intercambio de conocimiento. Conozca a Edu3d como comunidad de aprendizaje, sus clases de Blender, la metodología informal y el concepto de “flipped classroom”.

Domingo, 17-12-2017, 13.30 SLT, 21.30 GMT, 22.30 CET

Cris Clooney:
La Dolce Vita. La historia de la construcción grupal, con malla y bots, que representa la famosa película de Fellini La Dolce Vita en Craft.

 

Domingo, 17-12-2017, 14.00 SLT, 22.00 GMT, 23.00 CET

Thai Low:
Módulo de extensión Opensimulator: ePack mm.
La aplicación de un módulo complementario para evitar o reducir el uso de scripts para operaciones comunes, como poses de asientos y menús relacionados.

Domingo, 17-12-2017, 14.30 SLT, 22.30 GMT, 23.30 CET

Wizardoz Chrome:
El arte en OpenSim. Un viaje fotográfico a través del arte en OpenSim, con referencias particulares al Musee d’Art Virtuelle on Ever grid.

 

Piense en la Expo como una oportunidad de mostrar y contar mundo virtual para personas cuyo primer idioma no es el inglés.

Las presentaciones serán en idioma nativo, los resúmenes traducidos a los otros idiomas y a inglés habrá en chat.

La HIE tendrá lugar en Craft-World craft-world.org:8002:HIEexpo

La Hypergrid International Expo 2017 está organizada porMal Burns of InWorld Review, and Thirza Ember of HG Safari.

¡Todo lo que queda por desear es que muchos visitantes interesados asistan y que la gran cacofonía se convierta en una gran eufonía!

Tosha Tyran

 

 

 

 

Von Riesen und Meerjungfrauen, Santa Claus und einer gefährlichen Bootsfahrt

Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum! Ich rieche Menschenfleisch. Ob lebendig oder tot, Ich mahle seine Knochen und back mir ein Brot. (Jack und die Bohnenranke, englisches Volksmärchen)

Ein bisschen gruselte es schon, die riesige Leiter hinaufzuklettern immer der Bohnenranke nach – war das Ziel doch in dichten Wolken verborgen. Würde ich, wie Jack, auf einen Riesen stoßen da oben, würde der die arme Tosha fressen wollen?

Aber natürlich konnte ich mich vor meinem Begleiter Siberia nicht bloßstellen und tappte mutig, Stück für Stück, die Bohnenranke hoch.

Zum Glück gab es dann doch keinen Riesen dort oben! Statt dessen entdeckte ich, nachdem ich nach all der Kletterei wieder halbwegs zu Atem gekommen war, eine sehr lauschiges, grünes Plätzchen mit schimmernden Blumen. Sogar ein Pilzhäuschen gab es hier oben – welcher Wind hatte die Sporen wohl hier hoch geweht?

Von hier oben hatte ich einen wunderschönen Blick über die liebevoll gestaltete Landschaft – überall grünte und blühte es, wundersame Nebelschwaden drehten sich über dem Wasser und ein Leuchtturm half den Seefahrern ans sichere Ufer zu kommen. Ganz in der Nähe machte ich eine prächtige Villa aus. Also nichts wie runter und mal schauen, wer da wohl wohnen mag… (Siberia war übrigens wohlweislich unten geblieben – er wollte wohl nicht Zeuge davon werden, wie ich geröstet und auf Toast zum Frühstück verzehrt werde. Männer eben…)

Aber immerhin hatte er unten auf mich (oder meine Überreste) gewartet. Außer uns schien tatsächlich niemand auf der Insel zu sein. Also wagten wir ein Tänzchen und freuten uns an der schönen Umgebung und über meine Rettung. Denn natürlich habe ich sofort brühwarm erzählt, wie es mir gelungen war, den Koloss dort oben zu überlisten und davon zu kommen. Wie ein Wiesel die Leiter wieder runter, nachdem ich den wirklich schrecklichen Hünen erst einmal ordentlich gefoppt hatte.

Maria Augger, eine wirklich sehr phantasievolle und reizende Griechin und ihr Partner Derek Barom aus Groß Britannien haben ihre Regionen unterteilt in die vier Jahreszeiten. Und da wir ja selbst im realen Leben mitten im Winter stecken, sind wir erst einmal in die Winterregion gezappt. Köstlich! Santa und Mrs. Claus tanzen auf dem Eis! Sehr fetzig.

Die Winterregion ist sieht so echt und so frostig aus, dass ich an meinem Schreibtisch gleich kalte Füße bekam und mir erst mal Decken und einen heißen Tee holen musste.

Ein Glühwein wäre mir direkt lieber gewesen, aber ich hatte mal wieder nicht ordentlich eingekauft…

Siberia lud mich dann – sehr galant – zu einer kleinen Schlittenfahrt durch den Winterwald ein. Danach war mir dann aber so kalt, dass ich unbedingt eine Sommerregion aufsuchen musste.

Ah, ein Strand vor einer eindrucksvollen Felskulisse. Hier konnten wir angeln und ich war so begeistert und habe mich – ehrlich gesagt – so blöd angestellt, dass ich leider völlig vergessen habe, zu fotografieren. Naja, eigentlich wollte ich mich, wie ein Rollmops eingewickelt in eine Angelleine, nicht unbedingt verewigen.

Dann kam Siberia auf die wunderbare Idee, ein Boot zu klauen und mich über das Wasser zu entführen. Was wirklich romantisch hätte werden können, endete aber in einem Geschwindigkeitsrausch meines sizilianischen Begleiters und es kam, wie es kommen musste – wir rasten mit einem Affenzahn auf die Felsen zu und ich sah uns schon an der Wand kleben, unter uns das zerschmetterte Boot.

Glücklicherweise gelang es Siberia im letzten Moment, das Boot mit einem schauerlichen Knirschen auf Grund laufen zu lassen. Schon dachte ich, wir seien gerettet – da wurden wir auch schon wirbelnd und nach Luft schnappend in die Tiefe gezogen. Nun war klar: Mein letztes Stündchen hatte geschlagen! Den Riesen überlebt, sogar den Tanz mit Siberia und die Eiseskälte im Winterwald – nur um hier elendig zu ertrinken. Das Leben ist einfach nicht fair! Und nun auch noch zu Ende…

Aber – als ich die Augen wieder aufmachte, fand ich mich zwar unter Wasser aber keineswegs tot wieder, sondern zu Gast bei einer Meerjungfrau! Gerettet!

Wir durchsuchten das Unterwasserdomizil unserer Retterin, aber sie war leider nirgendwo zu finden. Wahrscheinlich war sie vor dem ohrenbetäubenden Lärm des Motorbootes geflohen und sah uns mit erschrockenen Augen zu, wie wir durch ihre Wohnung schnüffelten.

ευχαριστώ, Maria, thanks Derek für dieses wundersame Abenteuer in eurer gastfreundlichen Region. Wir kommen sicher wieder.

Nachtrag: Maria hat mir inzwischen erzählt, dass sie ihr Land umgestalten. Ich bin gespannt, mit welchen Köstlichkeiten sie uns demnächst überraschen werden. Sie sagte auch, dass die beiden sich natürlich sehr über Besuch freuen!

Also: auf zu den Regionen Fourseasons und TINOS und viel Spaß dabei wünscht Tosha Tyran