People of the Heart (Part 2)   1 comment

Continued from Part 1 ….

Zana stepped back into her apartment the next morning, thoroughly relaxed by the night’s activities … all of the night’s activities. It had been a stressful term so far, even for a cyborg; of course, graduate studies were always stressful, but psychology was tougher than most. And add into that my personal psychotherapy starts in two weeks, she thought as she moved into her bedroom to change out of her finery, into a casual unitard. God knows what little gremlins will turn up then! She had always considered herself well adjusted and mentally healthy. Who but God could guess what a qualified psychotherapist would find …? Then her lips quirked back in a mercurial change of mood. Although her career would be made, perhaps, as the author of the first case study on a ‘borg in the literature!

The small jest improved Zana’s mood; but she still felt the need for some encouragement, or at least a shoulder to cry on for a few picoseconds. Glancing again at the holographs on the mantel, she regretted not returning home to her parents’ house. Still, there were other ways of getting together with family … not as satisfyingly tactile, but they would do in a pinch …. She said to the room, “Computer, please call Ariel Sherman, home code, full holo.” She sat on her couch as the computer beeped.

Shortly, a full-body image of her mother, wearing a green casual outfit and a purple silk duster, appeared in the holoprojection field created by the comm program. “Hi, sweet one! What makes you call on this fine Saturday morning?”

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People of the Heart (Part 1)   1 comment

Zana Sherman checked herself over a final time in the mirrored closet door of her bedroom in her university apartment. Everything was nicely in place, everything was covered that needed to be, and the tips and tricks she had picked up from her mother’s makeup artists at The Land of Fantasy Theatre had allowed her to “put on her face” in under 10 minutes. Well, that and a ‘borg’s speed and accuracy, she added with a smile. Never let it be said there aren’t any advantages to being a member of this species.

She tapped at the panel, switching its surface back to a door instead of a mirror, grabbed her ident fold and slid it into a carry-pocket on the inside of a feathered sleeve, dabbed a few drops of cologne on her throat, and swung out of the bedroom. Thankfully, the 48th Century C. E. didn’t require university students to live in hovels; everyone had a personal set of living and sleeping rooms, with a mini-foodsynth for eating. It still wasn’t luxurious … especially compared to what Zana was used to at home … but it put a decently comfortable roof over one’s head, and good enough food, if not up to the same standard as, say, La Paloma Azul in downtown Vidran. Each living room in the complex even had an electric fireplace.

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Subway Date   Leave a comment

(Sigh) I’d get the paper to read on the way, but I don’t want newsprint all over this dress. I’d like to get at least a few decent wears out of it before I take it to the cleaners ….

And what a dress it it! Form-fitting from Thalia Heckroth’s house, with just a touch of a slit in the back. Perfect for the evening, and comfortable to wear … at least, until I take it off …. (Small smile)

  • Skin: Belleza Bianca BoM (Mocha – Black Brow)
  • Head: LAQ Zahra 3.05 Bento
  • Body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Eyes: Ikon Triumph (Chocolate)
  • Dress: Thalia Heckroth Eva (Pebble)
  • Shoes: KC Couture Detroit ankle boots
  • Accessories: David Heather Olay turban (Grey) and Skalidi clutch (Grey); EarthStones RainBow necklace and earrings
  • Hair: Firelight Kara (Thick Edition)
  • Eyeshadow: Shakeup! Cosmetics Liquid Eyeshadow (inWindsor)
  • Lipstick: Oceane Body Design Jade Bigger Lipstick (Aubergine)

Teleport to Mopire (then find a way down into the subway system; you can’t jump directly there)

(Behold, by the way, my brand new “signature.” The old “Enya-style” one had its problems, including terrible numbers; so I changed to a new font.)

REBLOG — This World Needs More Neighbors Like Mr Rogers   Leave a comment

John Pavlovitz

As I promised back in 2017, this blog wasn’t going to stay aloof from sensitive things in Real Life.  We do, however, pick and choose what we fasten on to for speaking on or republishing, which is why the political world hasn’t intruded as much as we might have.

However, this piece, written by John Pavlovitz, needs to be read, please.  If we remembered the core message of all Fred Rogers did, ignoring the surface hagiography that has accumulated since his death, and put those teachings into effect, we might not be in the state we’re in currently.

Please click through and read this.  They who have ears to hear, let them hear ….

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I got to visit with an old neighborhood friend today. When I was a child, Fred Rogers always made me feel that his home was my home, and I gladly spent countless afternoons there learning and listening and dreaming. Sitting in a packed screening of Won’t You Be My Neighbor?, a much older, much more cynical… Continue Reading This World Needs More Neighbors Like Mr Rogers

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Posted November 23, 2019 by Harper Ganesvoort in Real Life, Reblog

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12 Years of Around the Grid   2 comments

Yes, it’s been 12 years since I started publishing this blog in 2007. And I got a present for it this time, in a sense:

It just happened that Cajsa Lilliehook contacted me a few weeks ago, asking if I’d like to participate in Eclipse Magazine‘s monthly feature, “Voices From the Grid,” with the question this month as “Thinking of the many things you have done here in Second Life, what makes you most proud?”

My answer is here. Here’s a surprise: it’s not this blog (though I am proud of at least some of what my friends and I have done over the years). It’s something more personal and face-to-face.

Thanks much for the opportunity, Cajsa!

Posted November 22, 2019 by Harper Ganesvoort in Uncategorized

Sudden Surprise   Leave a comment

I came in world the other night, and discovered a notecard waiting for me … and got quite surprised when I read it. I’d been invited to give my profile for a magazine that’ll be coming out in a little time (I don’t know when at the moment). They said they could send a photographer out to shoot me; but my schedule is hectic at the moment, to say the least. So I decided to take the other option, and shoot myself according to their specs. (Be kind … always follow the instructions.)

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The Road Not Taken   Leave a comment

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

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