An inaugural salon

In just a few hours, I will be holding my first salon at Ormsby Hall, Caledon Murdann. I have plans to be at home on the third Tuesday of the month at 5:00pm SLT at least through February.

I don’t know who will drop by, but I’ve let it be known that visitors may wish to prepare by reading Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s “The Lady of Shalott,” which has long been a favorite of mine. And so I will publish here the 1842 version of the poem.

The Lady of Shalott

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower’d Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil’d,
Slide the heavy barges trail’d
By slow horses; and unhail’d
The shallop flitteth silken-sail’d
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower’d Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, ” ‘Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott.”


There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair’d page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower’d Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror’s magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.


A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter’d free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon’d baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn’d like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro’ the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d;
On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow’d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lirra,” by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look’d down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack’d from side to side;
“The curse is come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shalott.


In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower’d Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance—
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right—
The leaves upon her falling light—
Thro’ the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn’d to tower’d Camelot.
For ere she reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.”

Dance etiquette, then and now

My remarks are directed primarily at the women and men of the Independent State of Caledon. (I make no judgment as to whether ladies and gentlemen need this reminder.)

At Victorian dances, as in the least sphere of Victorian life, both public and private, there were a host of rules for the regulation of social intercourse. While we in Caledon draw our inspiration from those beloved times, I will not detail the multitudinous ways in which the rules of Victorian conduct are ill-suited for direct application to our Second Lives. (Some Victorian practices, indeed, would be against the Terms of Service.) Let it suffice to say that I don’t find “they did it that way” to be sufficient justification, in and of itself, for prescribing (or proscribing) our behavior today.

And as to our behavior in these neo-Victorian and Steampunk days.

I do not believe it is ever polite for anyone, of either sex, to make comments about who is or isn’t dancing at any Caledon social venue, whether it be a formal ball or a rave, nor to comment upon anyone’s choice of dance partner. If you wish to dance, and have not been asked, then I suggest you invite someone to dance. If you do not know anyone currently unengaged, simply introduce yourself and ask if you may make their acquaintance by sharing a dance. By doing so, you may help a newcomer feel more welcome in Caledon, or begin to draw a shy or retiring Caledonian into a new social milieu that is frequently both lag-ridden and overstimulating.

Photo shoot

In order to complete my host profile for Radio Riel, I did a photo shoot of myself the other day. Here are a few of the results, all taken in Ormsby Hall on Little West Sniggery island in Caledon Murdann.

This is the image I chose for the Radio Riel profile (click for larger version):

I think this one is rather romantic and melancholy at the same time (click for larger version):

A hot time in Carntaigh

Tonight’s DJ for Gen-X with Gabi was Miss Mitsu Figaro. No, the music wasn’t Gen-X. No, it wasn’t with Gabi. But it was a hot time, nonetheless.

I think we made Miss Qlippothic Projects, Fire Chief of Caledon, more than a little nervous:

Buggy (?) races in Murdann

The buggy races in Caledon Murdann ended up a success&emdash;although less for the buggy part than for the race (and silliness) part.

Miss Diamanda Gustafson and I took a couple of turns, first she in a Stanhope carriage by Miss Virrginia Tombola and I in a carriage from AKK. The Stanhope left the AKK so far in the dust that Miss Gustafson declared it an unfair win. We tried it again in matched Stanhopes, and this time she was not only the clear, but also the fair winner.

And then the silliness began, as more people were able to make it. First there was Miss Autopilotpatty Poppy’s seahorse carriage, which was, sadly, even slower than the AKK though quite as stylish and not a little spectacular.

At some point a Ford-style vehicle (a freebie by Aimee Weber) was added to the mix, and before long everyone had one.

Miss Gustafson

Lord Primbroke dared to be different. . .
and eventually decided on an attractive red number (click for larger version).

The automobiles were just on the edge of being too fast for the track, and indeed at one point we were all flung to the depths (or heights) before the sim crashed. I had descended to -37,000+ meters before SL booted me, saying the sim was going down.

Hotspur O’Toole and his red mechanical beast:

Also making appearances were a pennyfarthing and a blitter (which did fairly well, actually).

Finally, there was a lap on a variety of animal conveyances (my yak, which seemed to have a mind of its own, is facing backwards in this photo). Click for a larger version.

I had originally thought I would dismantle the track after today, but was encouraged to leave it. I will certainly do so for the time being and will attempt to reduce its prim count by using huge prims instead of standard ones. If you TP to Caledon Murdann, there is a local TP device at the telehub, or you can fly to just over 500m.

Harvest festivals and mazes

The Caledon/Steelhead Harvest Festival began today. I opened Murdann to tree-felling. I have no way of tracking who took trees, but several of my friends have told me they took trees, and the island is definitely a bit clearer now.

Steelhead hosted a horse race, and I now have a saddle horse, Fróði (“Peace”). No photos yet. There are prize pumpkins hidden all around Steelhead, and it’s great fun looking for them. There’s also a corn maze:

Miss Lumina Elvehjem then gave me a landmark to Falln’s Corn Maze, which is very extensive and quite wonderful. (This maze is in the sky above a fantasy RP sim that uses a telehub. You’ll need a flight assist to fly up. Try not to peek at the maze as you navigate to the beacon.)

Harvest festival events in Caledon Murdann

To all my fellow neo-Victorians of Second Life, I bid you welcome to the Maritime Duchy of Murdann in the Firth of Caledon, for events celebrating the Harvest Festival in Caledon and Steelhead, Sunday 9 September through Saturday 15 September. These are the events to be held in the Maritime Duchy of Murdann:

Sunday, 9 September
9 AM-6PM SLT: Tree-felling.
A variety of species, suitable for transplantation, will be marked for removal in order to create a more livable space. Guests are requested to take no more than two trees each. (Right-click and buy for L$0, then take the plant.) The Murdann Thorn tree is native to no other region of Second Life.

Tuesday, 11 September
8PM-11PM SLT: Caledon Sailing and Steam Society opening events.
After welcoming remarks, there will be Tako racing from Murdann to the Sound and back, followed by steam racing.

Wednesday, 12 September
7PM-8PM SLT: Tako Races, Murdann to the Sound and return
8PM-9PM SLT: Steamboat 3 Lap Races ‘Caledon Cup’

Saturday, 15 September
6AM-8AM SLT: Buggy races
The races will take place on an elevated track. A teleporter to the track will be on the dock. Any model of buggy, carriage, or wagon welcome.

Yrs, etc.

Otenth Paderborn
Duke of Murdann

Caledon Murdann/89/120/22

Duchy of Murdann

The sad disaster on 21 April that brought my cousin Hermione Fussbudget to the head of House Heidrun, as well as the Barony of Wyre, and made me Jarl of Orcadia, has finally resulted in my assumption of responsibility for the Duchy of Murdann in the Firth of Caledon. My parents, Johan Augustus Paderborn, Jarl of Orcadia, and Gudrun Ragnbjorg Heidrun Paderborn, Viscountess of Little West Sniggery and Giggleford, and my aunt, Miss Fussbudget’s mother, Ingeborg Signe Heidrun Fussbudget, Baroness Wyre, died as a result of injuries sustained when Heidrun Meadery’s experimental molasses tanks exploded, flooding production facilities on Wyre. The tanks were the brain-child of my Great-uncle Oskrr Sigurdr Heidrun (a confirmed bachelor), who died immediately in the flood. He was, all too briefly, the 5th Duke of Murdann. It is by a twisted route that I have become the 6th Duke of Murdann.

My great-great-grandmother Lydia Ormsby Aagard was the half-sister of His Grace, James John Ormsby, 4th Duke of Murdann. Because of the several lateral transmissions, including female lines, it has taken this time for the genealogists and researchers at Begonia’s Peepage to certify that I am the male heir. I have now taken possession of Ormsby Hall in Caledon Murdann, which has been somewhat neglected for several years. There is a fine old stone and half-timbered manor house, albeit in some disrepair and unfurnished, but the island itself is densely covered with trees and brush. Access is through a decrepit wooden pier.

Next Sunday, the ninth of September, I will open Caledon Murdann for a tree-felling from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. SLT. A variety of species, suitable for transplantation, will be marked for removal in order to create a more livable space. Guests are requested to take no more than two trees each.

All are welcome to visit Ormsby Hall, and know that I intend it to become once again a place of graciousness and hospitality.

Otenth Haakon Paderborn, Jarl of Orcadia, Duke of Murdann, Viscount Ormsby of Little West Sniggery and Giggleford, Thegn of Aa

Peace Society opening reception

The opening reception for the Caledon Peace Society on Sunday, 26 August, turned out to be quite a nice event, although I was feeling a bit flustered with preparations. I finished the music playlist just a couple of hours before the event, and I had  last-minute decorating to do, including paring down some of the plants in the Garden of Peace on the upper level in order to free up prims for very simple refreshments. I had placed the informational signs that give information about Nobel Peace Laureates the evening before, so at least I wasn’t doing any scripting!

As it happened, I was in the Garden of Peace when the first guests arrived, and we spent the course of the event on that level, standing in a loose circle and having a fascinating conversation. Mr Drinkwater posed a question that proved most effective for prompting guests: “What peacemaker do you most admire?”

I am sorry to say that at the very end of the event the few of us left were orbited by someone who proceeded to do the same to anyone who came near—including the Duchess of Carntaigh, who then had the basis for banning him and his associate from the Independent State of Caledon. (IMing the individual did not bring satisfactory resolution, and the individuals were reported to have been engaged in similar behavior but a day or two prior in Loch Avie.)

In my distress at my initial orbiting (it happened twice), I quit SL, thus losing the accumulated chat from the afternoon before I had a chance to create a guest list. To all who attended, a most hearty thank you.

For those who have not yet visited, the Baroness Bertha von Suttner chapter of the Caledon Peace Society is adjacent the telehub in Caledon SteamSkyCity, and you are welcome to visit at any time. There is an informational display on the lower level, and a conservatory on the upper level in which I encourage you to take a moment to relax.

I did manage to snap a couple of shots, though photography doesn’t seem to be my strong suit. Bizarre Berry graced us with an angelic fountain, and other guests included Sir ZenMondo Wormser, Miss Soliel Snook, Colonel Exrex Somme, and Mr JJ Drinkwater. I am most sorry not to be able to identify everyone in my photos, nor to thank everyone who attended.

Caledon Peace Society

Opening Reception for Caledon Peace Society
Sunday, August 26, 2007
12-3 PM SLT
Caledon SteamSkyCity/117/91

The Caledon Peace Society is established to provide a venue for discussion of issues of peace and conflict.

While many RL conflicts rage about us, and people of good will disagree about solutions to conflict and the use of force or violence, the Caledon Peace Society strives always to be a place where all who come in a spirit of listening and goodwill can find respect, fellowship, and resources.

This event will officially open the Baroness Bertha von Suttner chapter of the Caledon Peace Society. Come learn about the Baroness and other peacemakers, find links to internet resources on peace and conflict resolution, and visit with old and new friends.

There will be musical entertainment provided by Radio Riel, with a specially themed program at 1:00 PM.

The Peace Society is immediately adjacent to the telehub.

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