Quarter sim available

Update, June 17: TAKEN!

I have a quarter-sim parcel in Murdann available for rent. It is the northeast corner of the sim and is available at any time (the current tenant will move when a new tenant is ready to rent).

The stats:

  • L$7,200/week (four weeks minimum, discount if paid monthly in US$ via paypal)
  • 3,750 prims
  • 16,384 square meters

This is a quiet, rustic, lightly-themed estate. No hard definitions, but definitely pre-modern architecture (up to 1920s or so). The neighbors on Murdann include Tea & Strychnine’s main store, the airship of the Consulate of Europa Wulfenbach, and my own TARDIS. Much of the development on the sim is aerial (which is zoned by height).

There is no purchase, and thus no resale, of property. My goal is long-term stability throughout the estate. Please contact me via IM or email (in profile) if you are interested. (Please, no notecards. My IMs are forwarded to email.)

Thank you!

Many thanks to all who helped make my belated rez-day party an event to remember! I had such a wonderful time.

I heard Mr. Rudo Gynoid DJ for the Confederation of Democratic Sims event at last weekend’s Grand Tour, and I enjoyed his mix of middle-European folk waltzes, polkas, and some delightful yodels. And so I asked him to DJ for my party, with a mix of world music, and he surpassed my wildest hopes. He introduced me to a number of Balkan and Klezmer musicians with whom I wasn’t familiar.

And my request that guests limit themselves to system clothes and hair or retexture attachments with the plywood texture resulted in a low-lag party, even with more than 20 avatars in close quarters. Even Captain Trenton, who has been increasingly unable to attend social events in Second Life due to technical limitations, was able to join us.

I shall single out one guest in particular who took my suggestions to their logical, and in this case, lovely, conclusion.

[lost image of Frau Lowey in plywood, head to toe, skin to clothing]

Yes, yes it is a plywood-textured prim skirt. It looks rather like moth-wings to me. And here Frau Lowey is in close-up, where you can see her plywood-textured glasses, hair, and, yes, skin.

Land available

In light of the coming changes to open space sims, my current open space sims will be consolidated into full sims by the end of the year, at which time new rental parcels will become available. I invite anyone looking for long-term land ownership (one quarter sim or more) to contact me. I offer very attractive terms in a congenial, rustic estate, in exchange for long-term stability from congenial, low-drama tenants.

Sadly, I am likely to relinquish tenancy of Caledon Murdann. (I am certainly going to relinquish it unless the Guvnah decides to consolidate it into a full sim.) Please contact me if you have always dreamt of renting a duchy in Caledon.

April salon

As I am each third Tuesday, I will be at home tonight for conversation. Tonight’s topic takes the form of four questions:

  • By what am I enslaved?
  • What must I clean from my life in order to remember my inherent freedom?
  • What are the stories I tell that remind me of my freedom?
  • How do my stories lead me to treat other people?

Please join me at Ormsby Hall, Caledon Murdann, on Tuesday 15 April, from 5:00 to 7:00 pm SLT.

March literary salon

As I am each third Tuesday, I will be at home tomorrow for conversation. The March topic is drawn from “The beauty of life,” an address delivered before the Birmingham Society of Arts and School of Design on February 19, 1880, by William Morris:


What is the relevance of this “golden rule” to our first or second lives?

Please join me at Ormsby Hall, Caledon Murdann, on Tuesday 18 March, from 5:00 to 7:00 pm SLT.

Lovely, rich conversation

Last night I had the pleasure of hosting Sir JJ Drinkwater and Dame Kghia Gherardi at Ormsby Hall for totally delightful conversation at my monthly salon. No photos to show, but I can share the poem Dame Kghia contributed, by Mr Thomas Hardy:

Neutral Tones

We stood by a pond that winter day,
And the sun was white, as though chidden of God,
And a few leaves lay on the starving sod,
—They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove
Over tedious riddles solved years ago;
And some words played between us to and fro—
On which lost the more by our love.

The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing
Alive enough to have strength to die;
And a grin of bitterness swept thereby
Like an ominous bird a-wing…

Since then, keen lessons that love deceives,
And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me
Your face, and the God-curst sun, and a tree,
And a pond edged with grayish leaves.

The contrast with Miss Rossetti’s poem made for wonderful discussion.