backwards forwards

 

I am back! Although I’ve not been away, not as such, just haven’t got around to posting anything here for ever-so-so-so-so long, and that’s a long time.

Nor have I been away from Second Life either, logging in almost daily, but you know how RL can be: all-consuming. SL used to be all-consuming, years ago, when I let it become so which turned out to be such a bad idea. A bad idea because eventually it started leaking into my real life, into my daily waking thoughts, into my dreams, feeding me worry after worry. 

Basically, I took too much on, which, with hindsight, was a truly crazy and totally defeated the whole reason for joining SL in the first place, as a relief from the stresses and strains of the real world, a place where I could just hang out, chill, mooch, and do whatever else took my fancy, especially things I probably wouldn’t dare too for real. I will leave that to your imagination as to what those are.

But that’s all done and dusted and water under the bridge and all that. I managed over time to free myself of those responsibilities which had become no better than shackles. Every now and then since some people have tried to drag me back there but luckily I’ve learned my lesson, once bitten, twice, or even thrice, shy.

Nowadays I spend lots of time exploring, I even recently did a photo project called “Window Shopping”, which basically was photos of me by different window displays, which I wrote about in a earlier blog a while back. It was actually quite tricky because even though there are some good one, such things aren’t that common in SL. Many shops have no outsides, or they are just anonymous buildings with all the creative effort going on inside and with little except for the name on the outside. Nevertheless, I did manage to find a few and sometime I might revisit the project, see if I can find new and even better ones.
Currently my exploration interests are of a kind I haven’t done for years and tend towards things of an ‘adult’ nature. 

In my early days here, and by the way, I have been in SL over 17 years (phew!), I’d been tempted to such places but over time got a bit bored of them. Now, things have changed a bit, more than a bit actually. The interactivity has become more imaginative, and sophisticated, if that’s not too over-the-top word for them, and the people I meet generally more interesting. Well, regarding the latter , mostly interesting, some are still kinda vacuous and lacking. 

But I’ve been meeting some really fascinating people and enjoyed their company in lots of interesting and unexpected ways. I have long found it hard to resist my deeper nature, or maybe my darker nature, and SL gives me a chance to express that part of me. So, why not go for it! All in the name of pleasure and more pleasure, and more pleasure, and more…….

© Anan Eebus 

 

 

remain seated

 

I'm fascinated by signs in Second Life. They turn up all over the place, sometimes in unlikely places, often telling you the obvious, and like this one, “Remain Seated”, which I would have thought you’re more likely to see on the train itself rather than where I found it, beside the railway tracks.

Where are you supposed to sit? On the tracks? On the sleeper or the rail? And would that really be a good idea, being that when the train comes, well, splat! How frequent are the trains on this track anyway? You could sit there waiting but then you might be waiting hours, or even days, weeks. It would be like inworld camping without the remuneration at the end.

If you were on the train and weren’t looking out of the window at the time of passing the sign then how would you know to remain seated? You’d have to rely on the driver or conductor giving a customer message over the intercom. I wouldn’t hold out for that though, as of all the trains I been on in SL, and I’ve been on a few, I’ve never heard anyone say anything, not even to remain seated, or even “tickets please!”, which would be awkward if they did because I never have a ticket, which means they’d probably throw me off the train while it was moving, whether I was seated or not. Ouch!

They’d think I was a hobo. I wonder where the word comes from, ‘hobo’. I checked and found all kinds of theories, but no one really knows for certain. One idea is it being short for “homeward bound” which sounds sort of plausible but I’m not totally convinced. Other ideas are even flakier. Mine is that it’s come from something like ‘homeless bohemian’, as in someone who lives kind of outside normal society by maybe choosing to have to no home. I’m not sure if this is a new idea or not, but I did come up with on my own.

Anyway, I’m not one, a hobo, so it really doesn’t matter. But I will keep chasing signs for the more intriguing and mysterious ones.

 

"lingua abstractica" art exhibition

{This exhibition is now over, thanks for taking an interest}

Welcome to another art exhibition of mine I've been lucky enough to be offered an opportunity to display at the Sisi Biedermann Gallery & Gardens in Second life. 

Through this collection I'm attempting to extract the fundamentals from what is often overlooked in an increasingly distracted and distracting world, to rediscover the tangible through simply being in a space without being bombarded by all the peripheral noise. 

I hope this collection of my paintings can make you think or maybe even take you away for a short time from the craziness of the world and of overthinking and help find a still place inside yourself. Through these images I'm offering one way in which to navigate the madness of pandemics, lockdowns and divisiveness.

 

 

 

Xmascellany #16

 Clearly I have nothing better to do than run around the countryside looking for lost snowflakes, after all, what else is there to do in a lockdown. Well, I haven't found it yet but been having fun trying, although some days have been most trying, tiring, I waited all night at one train station and let me tell you it was chilly sleeping on that platform. Later I did find a bauble to doze inside though, which was quite handy really, finding a convenient vacant bauble me-sized, when I need it. Still, I'm now feeling very refreshed and ready for more traipsing and trundling through the snowy snows of snowland. Or mostly just a lot of me just sitting around.

x~

 

(tales of Tinsel Town and Salfina)

Xmascellany #15

 Christmas comes creeping on creepity-feet, in snow-shoes bearing gifts encased in balls of snow which it will throw into the air, high, high up into the air, so many at once, one after the other as quick as a juggler and quicker til they all become clouds that float in the winter's sky until they're too heavy to stay in the sky and down they come to cover the land and the sea and the trees in flakes floating free to land on you nose, on your hand on your toes if you're not wearing shoes to blanket the colours in white to make them all new once again until such time that their time comes again to melt.

x~

 

(found in Andarah, Bloodlines, Death Row Designs, The Forest and Midnight Cove)

Xmascellany #14

 I thought I found the lost snowflake today on my Xmascellany trail, rolled up in a snowball but nope. It was a foolsflake, but it was made of chocolate so I didn't complain and ate it instead. So on and on I go and go on my seemingly never-ending quest leave footprints wherever I go and go and go and go and go and go.

x~ 

(more in and outs from Andarah)

Xmascellany #12

 Well, the world is getting weirder and weirder by the day, so you can't blame me for escaping every now and then and hiding away from the bluster and nonsense and the facemasks and pandemics. So I become once more the wandering vampire but instead of searching for tasty necks to nibble, though I'd never say no to one being offered, am still on the hunt for the lost snowflake and no, I haven't found it yet. It is most elusive but I am not daunted while wearing my Christmas sweater and Christmas boots and with my trusty reindeer will track it down, I'm sure. Enjoy my journey so far.

x~

(snowflake-hunting in Love Valley)

Xmascellany #9

 Hello again, more being pixel me on the hunt for the lost snowflake, and it can't be just any snowflake as they're all different, no two the same, and I'm searching for the lost snowflake. I'm determined and will not surrender until I find it, I'll look everywhere if I have too, I'll even look nowhere too as you never know where a lost snowflake could be, it could be nowhere after all as possible as it could be anywhere, so here are some pictures I picked up along the way to share with you.

~x

 

(wandering in The Dickens Project)

Xmascellany #6

Look! 

More Xmascellany random rambles 'round  and 'round a Second Life Christmas. I love the way the sun hugs the horizon through this part of the year as though knowing it's far too cold, despite it being a huge balls of boiling, molten too hot to touch chaotic particles accelerating and crashing and smashing into each other time and time again, the beauty and terror of creation and destruction before our very eyes and yet it's so easy to forget how fragile it is. I marvel at how it manages to exist with such inner turmoil, always on the edge of not being at all. Wow, it does my head in!

(from the land of the Lost Unicorn)

Xmascellany #5

 Yay! 😁 More Xmascellany from my Second Life ramblings leaving my footprints in the snow here, there and everywhere. If you want to get away from any lockdown or Covid blues you might find not just getting out and about in the real world but also being a nomad in SL for a while, no facemasks required, no distancing, no queues for toilet rolls. Come with me and enjoy a little wander all the way through advent and count snowflakes.

x~~

 

(in the land of the Lost Unicorn)