tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340629412012-01-31T07:21:44.370-08:00Wherein can be found commentary journals regarding virtual worlds as well as the explorations of several characters including, Captain Rusty Buchanan as he ventures into and onto otherworldly paths both wondrous and dangerous.Bryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12806408842509307208noreply@blogger.comBlogger651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34062941.post-2301389502325671772008-08-16T19:29:00.000-07:002008-08-16T19:37:31.691-07:00

Well, I'm not sure how many of you are still around to read this BUT I would like to announce that, as of this afternoon, Frontier's Horizon is now moving! And I want to invite everyone to help me kick it off.I've decided to make the move to hosting my own blog and with it, taking Frontier's Horizon in a direction I've been wanting to go for some time.I'll be focusing on interactive

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Just a quick post that I'm STILL around and this blog is STILL active... sort of. Though I love virtual worlds a great deal there is still that pesky RL to deal with. Job, kids, an aging computer, and a dam collapsing during the flooding earlier this month, has really taken its toll on my ability to have any kind of virtual fun. I hope to ease that in the near future! Still around, still

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I've really gotten behind again and I apologize. Just got back from a week long period of work related travel and the following "catch-up" phase that always occurs. Just way too much happening right now and not enough time to do it all in. I'm sure I'm the ONLY one with THAT problem... More Ren posts and another podcast on the way, I promise!In the meantime, to prove that I'm not gone, not

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I realized pretty quickly on the newspaper littered streets of King's Row that if I wanted to get solid RP while gaining levels, it would have to come in the form of a team. No more running around the streets solo and hoping to chance across someone willing to interact. I was curious if I took the lead with RP reasons for forming a team would other players follow along? After grabbing a

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I have to admit, I'm a bit nervous about this! This project has taken up a good chunk of my personal time the past two weeks. And I'm loving it!Say hello to one of the new features of Frontier's Horizon! This is the first episode of a regularly occurring podcast with a character of my own creation, DJ Rust. I've got some ideas for this but for now, I'm just going to have some fun and play

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Once again we take a look at the slowest developing character in all of City of Heroes, Ren Paradox! With so many projects flying around, I'm afraid Ren has not been getting the time he probably deserves. I've had opportunities to play him. I just have not had the chance to write about those opportunities! I love playing Ren. Every time I log in with him it's a challenge and requires an

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I just want to say that this bugs the bahjeeeeeebus outta me. This was posted on front page Yahoo so you may have already seen this.Finding Terrorists in World of WarcraftYes, you read it right...I actually had to stop and make sure it wasn't April First.

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My apologies on the gap in posts. Between work, weather, and illness, the real world has been a bit fierce as of late. Things here will continue onward soon enough. In the meantime, I want to touch on a reply from a fellow blogger, hammerwielder in regards to the previous post on the "evils of internet addiction" and I think he puts things very succinctly."While having this in mind, I can tell

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When I first read the headline I thought to myself, "Oh no, not again." Although I understand the reality of internet addiction, I believe it's far too easy to make a black and white decision regarding virtual worlds and the "damage" they can do to people. The majority of the population do not understand the situation and when you do not strive to understand, fear is not far behind. What was

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Another article on what I feel are the two strongest areas, besides entertainment, for virtual worlds; education and training. I post these to show just how strong of a trend the whole idea is becoming not just across the country but the world.Training in Virtual WorldsWhat I like about this article is that it's balanced, pointing out some of the shortcoming and pitfalls as well.

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I kicked off the second installment of the Paradox Experiment in the City Hall basement office of Elite hanging out with Susan Davies. I wish I could thrill you with amazing stories of heroic RP coming from everywhere at once. Unfortunately, for this installment, that is not the case.Not to spoil the fun but the RP available for Ren on a Saturday afternoon was, in short, pathetic. I decided

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This little news blurb was emailed to me by a dear friend and I wanted to share it with all of you. As I am fond of saying lately, "Welcome to your cyberpunk life..."A monitor on your contact lensThough this news story doesn't immediately relate to virtual worlds, I think you can look a little forward and see the coming implications.I'm still digging out from a work related trip but I'm hoping

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Back on the news track.Nasa Investigates Virtual Space The document says that games are becoming increasingly important in education and could be useful for teaching a range of skills. "Virtual worlds with scientifically accurate simulations could permit learners to tinker with chemical reactions in living cells, practice operating and repairing expensive equipment, and experience microgravity."

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(This continues an ongoing series of articles about an experiment in MMO role-playing and collaborative storytelling.)Their names were Terry Killganon and Zgon. Terry looked like a cowboy with a dragonfly on his shirt and Zgon appeared to be a spaceman... or an alien. The third was dressed in black armor and named Archus Condrum. Led for the most part by Terry, who had caught the scent of some

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Here's a quick break from the Paradox Experiment series...Over on my other blog I had started a series of posts called Embodiments which focused on cool avatars in-world which have caught my eye for either their beauty, their creativity, or both. I had been thinking of starting the series up again when, while running around Paragon City this morning, this fellow caught my eye. I was so

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(This continues an ongoing series of articles about an experiment in MMO role-playing and collaborative storytelling.)I took a few seconds to get my interface working, some things tweaked, and then I walked Ren up the steps toward the crowd that usually forms around Miss Liberty. My broadcast channel was filled with requests for teams and some banter. Assuming the Broadcast announcements would

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As promised earlier, I present one of the new features for Frontier's Horizon!Knowing I had a pretty open afternoon coming up today, I decided this afternoon would be the launch point for an experiment and feature I had wanted to run here on the blog. That experiment concerned role-playing and story creation on an MMO (multi-player online) environment.As mentioned in my previous post, the Virtue

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One of the things I continue to explore with the MMORPG environment is the ability for individuals to use the world's environment to tell a story. This could be a character story, a group's story, or even a story that features the environment itself. For instance, Rusty's journey to the Mainland posts which stretched over several weeks last year or, more recently, his entrance into City of

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NC State students are constructing their campus on Second Life."Designers are still working on the library and some of the various colleges in the project are still constructing their buildings. But aside from that, Robertson said, the project is still very much in a research phase."It's not a supported venture by the Unversity but it is an interesting article on the early stages of an

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A good article on those pushing the new frontiers of education on the internet and virtual worlds."Buoyed by the popularity of Second Life and the site's incentives for the not-for-profit sector, conventional educational institutions are building in-world campuses to enhance their on-campus teaching."Enjoy!

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I found this an interesting overview of what is happening with the youth-based virtual worlds. My 10 year old plays Club Penguin and loves it.Brave New Virtual WorldsI'm mainly just posting this because it uses the word "Frontier" in relation to virtual worlds. *grin* However, what they say is true. " The sites are the new frontier of an old concern." There is a lot to be aware of before

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Greetings and Happy New Year! Welcome to 2008!It’s the new year and it’s time for a new look and a new take on things. Frontier’s Horizon originally started as a vehicle to journal and comment about my experiences in Second Life as well as other virtual worlds and to look at the phenomena of the same. I believe that there is something in the experience, something in the interaction of the

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I find myself amazed that it has been more then a month since I have last written. It seems so much longer. My days have been filled with healing the wounded and fighting of the continual waves of Rikti which have, luckily, begun to subside. There is no end to the need of my healing crystals. So much so that my own energy gives out far before theirs.With my apartment destroyed, my home is a

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I do not have much time. Several days ago this world was breached by dimensional portals that heralded a second invasion of the race known as the Rikti. I mentioned them in my earlier post for the reason the war walls had been constructed and their arrival for the second time has brought this city into chaos. I believe this is the event that I was informed of and which brought me to this world

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It is impossible for me to relate everything that has transpired even over such a scant amount of time as these past few days. I have met a number of not only local civilians but costumed heroes who are attempting to help in a fight that appears to be never-ending against the tyrants and thugs that plague this place. I've worked on several engagements and feel worn to the bone from lack of

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My wait outside the great hall was short lived as Azuria's contact found me and they began the process of checking me into their registration. My thoughts were scattered during this time. The initial thought of trying to contact my crew led me to worry that they might try a recovery mission and how could I warn them not to do so. To be honest, I had never experienced such a rough portal entry

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Gathering what little remained of import from the wreckage of my shuttle, I headed towards the tall central building which I could see in the distance. I was stunned again by the architecture and the statues placed around the building. As stated previously, I had studied what I knew of this world and knew that in this particular stream a large percentage of the populace were gifted with amazing

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It was some time ago that I stepped onto my deck of my Otherworld airship from the landing dock of the Albatross shuttle. Having gotten the word several weeks ago that I was needed on the ship for repairs, I left behind fair Caledonia and my friends elsewhere on the mainland with any real word of my departure. During that time, over two months ago, I first received word via our communicators

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My return back to Caledon was, for the most part, uneventful. The wind was in our favor and we made good time. No crowds, no celebrations heralded my arrival from the expedition as I moored the Albatross to my destination rooftop. The only thing that greeted me was ocean wind and the faint cries of shore birds. I actually preferred it this way. Even though I had slept for over a month and my

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I awoke to a butterfly on my forehead. The light tickle of its feet upon my brow easing me up from slumber deep and thick in its restfulness. A pair of brilliant black and blue wings arched over my eyes, less then an inch away. For a moment, I was unclear as to what was exactly happening. But then, as if sensing my awakening, the butterfly launched itself into the air and sailed out of my

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My rescue began with an umbrella.Fortuna, the Roman goddess of Luck, has been on my side more often then not in my adventures. I suppose if she had not been I would not be here writing this now! It is a trait shared by most Otherworld ship captains I know and I would not be surprised if it's somehow a required part of having the position in the first place. We somehow always end up where we

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It is with an odd sort of amusement that I look around me and wonder if I have fallen into a trap. Or, in this particular circumstance, lifted into a trap would be a better phrase.I was again having trouble sleeping. By the light of the full moon, I had decided to move a little further northward since the land appeared open and uncluttered. My way was completely unhindered and the light of the

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Though the area seems filled with privacy giving invisible walls, I have managed to press further northward along the coast. Hearing of my difficulties earlier, a kind Caledonian, Vulpine Eldrich advised me of a location slightly more inland which featured the beginning of an actual road. I greatly appreciated the kind gesture! Though such a thing would make my travel infinitely easier, I have

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I do not know if it is some after effect of the wound I am still trying to recover from or something else entirely which has infected me. I seem to be overcome with a sense of malaise of such great strength that I find myself unable to shake it. Perhaps it is the endless sprawl of the Mainland terrain which seems to blur with no structure or organization to it? Perhaps it is the lack of

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The small wound on my neck has seemed to generate a great deal of trouble. It first forced me to rest more and eventually drove me to my tent which became a small working hospital room. I seem to be wracked with a horrid fever these past few days so vicious in its intensity I do not remember much of what has transpired. My skin, growing increasingly pale, has been covered in a constant sheen

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To my readers -- I must warn you that the following tale is not for the weak of heart or genteel of nature. What follows contains hints of dark, dangerous, and devilish things which occur upon the Mainland. Though I know the youth of Caledon have great interest as to the undertakings of not only myself but others within the Expedition, children should not be exposed to this enty.~~~~~~~ ~~~~~

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The underwater equipment was quick in coming. In my stores, I have a wide array of equipment and devices handed to me by the previous owner of my vessel as well as several gifts given to my by my sylvan friends. Most of this is magical and crystal based in origin which, I must say, took some getting used to in the early years. One such item was a large supply of water breathing potions which,

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Once the morning fog had lifted a curious sight greeted me a little further down the northern coast. It appeared at first that I was viewing one of the native's airships which had crashed at some point in the recent past. Gathering my items, I set out in that direction.Walking along an oceanside ridge, crossing into Pinehouse county's northern neighbor, Powder Mill county, I could see that the

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Leaving the station behind and above me, I travelled northeastward and back to the original spot where I had first encountered Mr. Roo. As I gazed out toward the open ocean my periphereal vision picked out an odd sparkle coming from the North. The flash was momentary but upon focusing on the area of its origin I was able to detect a patch of white, like distant snow upon the ground.Curious, I

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Something has happened which has brought a certain level of concern towards not only my safety but that of Miss Ofeq's as well. I did not mention it in the latest three part installment but I feel it is necessary to include it now.After travelling back down to ground level, Miss Ofeq and I were surveying the area for a suitable campsite. We had moved several yards away and discussing the station

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It was suggested that the escape pods would be more entertaining. I was also told that the station itself was actually not far from the sim, or county, in which Mr Roo had found me and used his Stargate.And here I thought I had been transported to the other side of the Mainland!Laughing at this, I said that if it were truly the case, I would take the escape pod. Mr. Roo agreed to this and Mr.

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What came through the gate was not what I expected.In truth, I had expected a human or something human-like. I've had experiences with many strange creatures in my travel but I suppose it is a flaw of my race that we are a bit ego-centric when it comes to species. When told someone is arriving, the first thought my simple mind will have is the image of a human being. I have not investigated it

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~~A note to my readers -- I am sure that upon reading these next few installments, some of my readers may be shocked or find themselves unable to belief such grandiose claims. Some Caledonians may have some previous knowledge of what I am about to share while others may go so far as to cry "trickery" on my part. I wish to assure that although what has happened during this stage of the

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I find it necessary to take some time to clarify a few things I have learned recently. This is, in part, due to the most amazing of adventures I have recently experienced and will be chronicling shortly! Since this will take several journal entries to collect, express, and correctly archive what happened, I thought I would take one small entry to catch my breath a bit and fill in whatever small

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I awoke, checked over the camp, and then attended towards the matter of exploring the large gothic buildng which rose upward from the northern hillside, clouds swirling near its pinnacled roof. The way was uphill, steep, and for speed of approach I used the flying crystals. As I neared, I saw now sign of actvity for such a large structure and at it's doors there were no guards. Testing the doors,

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As we travelled eastward, Miss Ofeq and I found ourselves in a delightful pine forest. As we moved through it, my plan was to aim towards the shoreline. As we did so, I and Miss Ofeq began to hear the faint sounds of chimes and other mechanical alarm devices coming through the branches like chirpings of clockwork birds. Breaking free of the treeline, we came to a large open and flat stone shelf

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I had been right in estimating the invisible walls would not hamper our travel closer to the water. Travelling Eastward, I neared a small structure that Miss Ofeq had mentioned earlier. Upon first viewing the building I was curious to explore it. However, within a few feet of me closing on the doorway, an explosion of images launched themselves outward toward me as if blasted from an ill-fitted

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Miss Ofeq was attending to other matters so I decided to move ahead slightly to scout our surroundings. Above the trees, I saw a curious thing floating there. A swirling writhing sphere of purplish tendrils, it hung over the trees moving only slightly and emanating small pulses of light. I activated the elven crystal and went airborne, flying in for a closer look. I was more then aware that it

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We had managed to venture along the side wall of the complex without interruption. Along the way, Miss Ofeq seemed entranced with not only the colors and patterns but the new and astounding way they had been put to use. Coming to the corner of the front of the building, we took a deep breath and ventured forth.Turning the corner we were able to see at least three natives standing around the

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Immediately let me apologize as I did not send the small map I have of the Caledonian Expedition's landing site in the last update. You'll see that we landed on a large point of land and raised the Caledonian flag nearly in the center of the upraised earth. Unfortunately, the landing spot appears to be blocked off to us with the use of powerful, perhaps mystical, wall. I'm not sure who is behind

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After an uneventful voyage upon the Caledonian vessel, Mr. Shang announced landfall on the southern coast of the mainland. The ship's anchor was dropped and within a short while we were placed into longboats and taken to the beautiful and wild shore, lush and vibrant beneath warm and gentle sunshine. For many, this was an eventful moment, their first true steps upon a new world. As the crew of

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While working on the redesign of my in-world shuttle I got the call which would change my day. Mr. Desmond Shang, leader, organizer, and head of the Caledon nation had sent a dispatch looking for volunteers to form up for a special and somewhat dangerous expedition. I immediatly returned the dispatch and proclaimed my desire to assist in what appeared to be an undertaking well suited to my skills

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I was working on a journal entry or two but it would appear they will have to wait as it's time for a grand adventure. Just this afternoon, I received a call for aid with an extended expedition. I've answered said call and since then I've been scrambling around on deck preparing for it. I'm currently in a wild untamed and forested area helping set up a base camp. More soon when time allows..

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One thing is for sure right now. Things are certainly stirred up for the crew and I as we try to figure out exactly how to take the next step with our presence in-world. For awhile, I was renting a small shop and using it in double duty as office and shop. I've had to reconsider a few things lately and we are, for the most part, completely mobile. My goal is to set up an office space for

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Taking a small break away from dusty temples and artifacts, I decided to grab the spirit of the season and look for a few locations that have been hit with the holiday spirit. Winter festivals tend to bring out the best in many cultures, whether its Christmas, Yule, and others of Earth, the New Sun Festivals of the Earladyn, or the Cold Anvil Tossing of the dwarves of Gahlcrag. So, in due respect

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Just a quick post this morning. Quite a bit of New Year and Holiday festivities and changes going on right now so I won't be able to get another expedition in until Monday.I'm also in the search for a small place to have my expedition headquarters. If I have any time to port into world, that is. I would like a small coastal place where I might be able to conduct interviews and use as a homebase

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In my search for places to explore I stumbled upon a wonderful little place, long standing from the looks of it, called the Lauk's Nest in Alviso. Originally designed by Laukosargas Svarog, it was purchased and currently owned by Fallen Anansi who currently has a home in the prominant treehouse at the Nest. Upon porting in, I was greeted by a trio of critters that bear a striking resemblance to

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It is only appropriate that I begin with one of my favorite locations, right? Nearly two years ago, I first discovered the stretch of old pines called the Kahruvel Forest as well as the ruins which can be found there. In a land of shops, malls, and dance clubs it was, and still is, good to find unassuming places devoted to retaining the peacefulness of nature and the allure of mysteries from

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I've been gone for awhile, sorry for the silence. I needed to take some time to reconfigure a few connections with other worlds, other places. In addition, I've spent a good deal of time trying to chisel out exactly what I would like to contribute with not only this blog but what I would like to do "in-world" or what others might call "the grid."Between any obligations as a father, a fey

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Something is, as they say, better then nothing.And that is what is behind this post. Yes, I'm still here and active. My apologies for not posting more but the past three weeks have been anything but kind to me or, for that matter, the grid of Second Life.Just as I was about to set out on a new pathway with my explorations with Second Life, a serious of grid attacks began to occur. On top of that,

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I know that I said I would do more stories on Burning Life. I know... I know.. but unfortunately I kept getting distracted with all the cool shiny things happening elsewhere. Add in the unscheduled down time earlier this week and several dashes of Real Life and its a recipe for missing the boat. Maybe next year I can do some better coverage of the event. My apologies.Earlier this week, I had the

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"I've got a whale of a tale to tell ya, lad. A whale of a tale it's true..."--Sung in Disney's 20,000 Leagues Under the SeaWhen I called up the Events page, I had to read the entry twice. "Fishing tournament?" I said aloud. Fishing in Second Life? Being a fisherman since the age of five, well, fisherkid, I had to see this one. So, I teleported over to Heart's Enchanted to see what it was all

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So, I came a bit late to the party. Isn't that supposed to be stylish? I'm talking about the special event happening in Second Life right now called Burning Life. Burning Life is a homage to the huge event that happens out in Nevada on the playa in the Black Rock desert which is called Burning Man. A huge field of interactive artworks and displays that would be wiped from existance on Sept. 18th.

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Its been over a year! Wow...I decided to revisit, dust-off, and revamp this old journal this morning. I also decided to bring it over here from its previous location elsewhere in internet space. Why is that? Well, the anser to the second is that it will do until I can get my own blogware up and running. The answer to the first question is because my most wonderful partner looked at me this

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