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)

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!

 

El mundo es un lugar bastante pequeño


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

(…)
El mundo es un lugar bastante pequeño
No pienses en el futuro
Que no tardará en venir
Perecemos
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!

Tosha Tyran y xSIBERIAx ILFREDDOPURIFICA

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

 

 

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…



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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)

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

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