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Telephone Line   Leave a comment

Writing from Destin, Florida:

Telephone Line

Photo by Conan Bankersbox

Hello, how are you? Have you been alright?
Through all those lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely nights
That’s what I’d say, I’d tell you everything
If you’d pick up that telephone

Hey, how you feelin’? Are you still the same?
Don’t you realize the things we did, we did
Were all for real, not a dream? And I just can’t believe
They’ve all faded out of view

Doowop dooby doo doowop, doowah doolang
Blue days, black nights, doowah doolang

I look into the sky
The love you need ain’t gonna see you through
And I wonder why
The little things you planned ain’t coming true

Oh oh, telephone line, give me some time
I’m living in twilight
Oh oh, telephone line, give me some time
I’m living in twilight

Okay, so no one’s answering
Well, can’t you just let it ring a little longer, longer, longer, longer, oh
I’ll just sit tight through shadows of the night
But let it ring for evermore….

“Telephone Line,” music and lyrics by Jeff Lynne

Photographed in Elysium City of Templemore

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Match Point   Leave a comment

Match Point

I was in RL Louisiana this weekend, saying farewell to a dear woman I worked with for several years at the bookstore.  She had retired just within the year, and had moved back to Keithville to be with family, so it was something of a shock to us at the store to get the news.  Three of us made the trip across two and a half states to attend her funeral.  I drove by myself; and, as I was rocketing up I-20 on Saturday morning to get to the church, I played with the satellite radio in the car, until I recalled what day it was.  I flipped to the BBC World Service feed in time to catch the opening of the Ladies’ Singles Final at The Championships, Wimbledon.  I heard most of Serena Williams‘ record-matching win1 against Angelique Kerber, whom she dismissed 7-5, 6-3.  And this morning, before I left the hotel to return home, I followed Andy Murray‘s fierce battle against Canadian star Milos Raonic in the Gentlemen’s Singles, with Murray winning 6-4, 7-6 (7-3), 7-6 (7-2).

I remember for years, between about 1977 and 1994, it was my “tradition” to watch NBC’s “Breakfast at Wimbledon” presentation on both Saturday and Sunday mornings.  (It’s now moved to ESPN.) I’ve only ever played the game one time; but I’ve always enjoyed traditions, and The Championships is definitely one of those.  It’s given me an appreciation for those who can play tennis at the heights of talent and ability, and I’ve seen some of the more memorable battles ever enacted on a tennis court during the fortnight at Wimbledon, such as the famous 1980 men’s final between Björn Borg and John McEnroe — a nearly four-hour, five set match that included a monster 34-point tiebreaker.  It threatened to last even longer, because McEnroe and Borg tied in the fifth set as well, and Wimbledon doesn’t play a tiebreaker in the last set — you must break the opponent’s serve and win in normal fashion.  (Borg finally won the overall behemoth of a match, 1-6, 7-5, 6-3, 6-7 (16-18), 8-6.)

Yes, the newfangled stuff like Second Life is fun and enchanting; it can even be enriching.  But you can’t ignore the traditions….

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1 With her win on Saturday, Serena ties Steffi Graf for most career Grand Slam singles championships in the “Open Era” (when professional players were allowed to compete at the major championships). The overall leader is Margaret Court, with 24 Grand Slam wins.

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  • Annette Sport Tennis Outfit by Jezzixa Cazalet for Prism.  This outfit includes a pair of shoes, ball and racquet, which I’m not using here.

Most links point to Wikipedia articles; standard accuracy disclaimers apply in all cases.

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Building a Story Set   Leave a comment

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When I do storyboarding for my short fiction, as I’m doing a lot of lately for the story based on “Like a Thief In the Night,” I like to get as detailed a set as possible, so that I’ll have the place my characters inhabit as clear in my mind as I can.  When we first meet Melanda, Duconna Ceal of Eldav, we’ll see her in the office of a doctor specializing in biosculpt and cosmetic enhancement technology.  Not surprisingly, though, there aren’t many places even in Second Life that boast a biosculptor’s office and exam rooms.  So I was forced to build one for myself and my partners.

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O Canada   Leave a comment

O Canada! 1

O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.

With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.

More tribute to Canada on her national day on the next page….

In the Name of the Moon, I Will Shop!   Leave a comment

While I’m doing my usual summer pullback and working on other projects (in addition to an occasional Second Life thing), I caught this note for an upcoming special event.  The Crystal Heart Festival – About will focus on goodies themed around anime and manga “magical girls,” such as the Sailor Senshi of Sailor Moon fame.  I was more into Linda Hamilton and Ron Perlman’s Beauty and the Beast than Sailor Moon, but I’ll be checking it out while I’m in world.

Artist unknown; on loan from event blog.

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Pray for Orlando   Leave a comment

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Anyone who reads this blog regularly (and anyone else who’s seen the right articles) know that I lived for a time in Orlando, Florida, and that my husband is a native.  They (clearly!) know by now of my love for Orlando City SC, the predecessors of which I saw playing in the same stadium the MLS team uses now, to far smaller crowds back in 1986 or 1987.  They know that I attended Rollins College in nearby Winter Park.

They don’t know of my appreciation for Orlando, if not the same love I have for my native soil of Michigan.  My husband is one reason, of course, and his family, who have lived in the area since the 1910s.  Despite the tremendous buildup and overcrowding there since I moved to Florida in 1980, there are still many areas of beauty and interest, and I don’t speak of Disney.  If I absolutely must live in the south, then my sorrow for the state where I live now, but I’d rather be in Orlando than anywhere else.

This is why the murders of June 12, 2016 move me.  Orlando, like any large city, has its share of crime, of shootings and murders; but never anything on this scale before.  This is something completely foreign to the area.  It makes me fearful on several counts:

  • I fear for the lives that may yet be lost by those who were injured but not killed outright by the shooter
  • I fear for the inevitable political backlash against Muslims, since the shooter apparently called 911 and stated that he pledged himself and his actions toward the terrorist cell which claims to be a nation-state
  • I fear even more for the reactions of area residents against their Muslim neighbors, based not on sense but on fear and suspicion, perpetuating the cycle of hate
  • I fear most of all for the lives yet to be lost before our political leaders finally ignore the NRA and similar “unconditional gun rights” lobbyists and pass effective gun control, eliminating or strongly limiting the right to possess AR-style weapons by individuals

The last may not be a popular stand, and surely won’t be among many of my neighbors here in Alabama.  But how many of the mass shootings over this past few years have been done by crazies who have gotten hold of assault-style rifles one way or another?  There’s no need for an individual who’s a competent shot to have such a gun; it’s surely not needed for hunting, unless you’re lazy and want to “field-dress” your deer into hamburger on the spot.  And if it’s suggested that we need this right to “protect our liberties from the government,” well, I’d worry more about the individuals with the private ARs than the government….  (The Michigan Militia, and similar “militia organizations,” have worried me for years.)

I don’t argue here with the right to keep and bear arms — I do argue against an unconditional right.  The need for that is gone; we no longer live in a country that’s mostly frontier, facing potential threats coming from the forest.  We need to recast the argument in the proper context, and get these things off the street, before more innocents are killed.  I recognize the “radicalizing Islamist” aspect of Sunday’s crime as well, but this was not a crime committed on order.  The shootings were committed by a single man who had been deluded by a pack of hyperzealous fools, and does not represent the beliefs and principles of all Muslims.  I have known many Muslims in my life, especially in my university days; serve many at my workplace; and we all know of at least one prominent Muslim among our many Second Life bloggers, who is just as concerned for those whose lives are lost — and, if I may, who I suspect is filled with worry and grief for her coreligionists who are innocent of any crime.

This article will remain at the top of the blog, and the blog’s background will go to black, for one week in memory of those killed in Pulse.  I ask you to join me in prayer to your faith for those dead, for the survivors, for the relatives, and for the government to find sanity and deal properly with the scourge that threatens innocent lives every day.

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The above is a personal opinion by Harper Ganesvoort, and is added to this blog with the endorsement of her co-authors.

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When Love Begins   Leave a comment

 

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I always knew that love would come find me someday
but never did I know that it would be you who was headed my way
you caught me off guard and took me by surprise
but you simply captivated me, the same way you do when I look into your eyes

More on the following page….

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