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Thriller   Leave a comment


It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes
You’re paralyzed


‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one’s gonna save you from the beast about to strike
You know it’s thriller, thriller night
You’re fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight


Welcome to New Jericho, a “city of the future” built in a ring-habitat style, and home to thousands of people working, recreating, and (most important) doing research.  It’s just that someone has apparently been doing research on the Wrong Thing….

If you’re curious, grab your plasma rifle, put on your running shoes, and follow the red arrows.  And have sharp eyes — you’ll never know when something pops out at you…and they want to do more than just go “Boo!”

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Bal Masqué   Leave a comment


There’s a flutter of grey through the trees:
Ah, the exquisite curves of her dress as she passes
Fleet with her feet on the path where the grass is!


I see not her face, I but see
The swift re-appearance, the flitting persistence—
There!—of that flutter of grey in the distance.


It has flickered and fluttered away:
What a teasing regret she has left in my day-dream,
And what dreams of delight are the dreams that one may dream!


It was only a flutter of grey;
But the vaguest of raiment’s impossible chances
Has set my heart beating the way of old dances.

— Arthur Symons, “To a Grey Dress”


The details:

Harper wears —

  • Skin: Glam Affair Cleo (America – Clean B)
  • Eyes: La Boheme Eyes Spellcraft (Sterling)
  • Hair: EMO-tions Risen (darkred)
  • Attachments: SLink hands and feet
  • Gown: Sascha’s Designs Avona (Silver)
  • Shoes: Renegade Tiffany
  • Accessories: Lamu Fashion Gloves (“Gold Glitter”; actually silver); Moondance Boutique Aisha suite (necklace, bracelets, teardrop earrings, rings, bindi); Lamu Fashion Chest Brooch (Silver)
  • Makeup (eyeshadow application order); SlackGirl Magda eyeshadow (05); {MUA} All the Ways eyeliner (Pack 1 – 1); MONS Trendy Eyeshadow (navy); *BOOM* Liquid Glaze (lashed Silver; vintage); Lips Glitter Silver by Alge; MUA Cheeks Contouring (Color Pack 2 – White)

Conan wears Heth Haute Couture Balen Western tails evening suit and a mask from Illusions; he didn’t give me any other details (sigh, grin)

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Nine Lives, uh, Years Old   Leave a comment


A little late — I actually joined Second Life on October 11, 2007 — but better now than never; I always try to make my rezz day article, as well as the blog’s anniversary.

And, when you get to nine years old in Second Life, you’re allowed to let things slide a little, depending on how minor or major they are.  You’ve hung around longer than most of the Residents you meet now, instead of being up there not much younger than most.  Comparatively, I should be having grey streaks in my hair now.

But I think I’ll stay looking the way I am for now — at least, until Bento really comes through, and then I may finally invest in a Bento-capable head.

Any road, it’s been an interesting run so far, and I’m looking forward to the next year, as always.  The more fearful may ask why, when Sansar hangs over the Grid as it does; but I’m willing to believe Ebbe Altberg for now when he says SL won’t be terminated.  And, truthfully, I can’t see any reason offhand SL would be turned off, save for a sudden mass migration of avatars to the new platform.  For now, at least, with all the investment we have here in our world, I think only the fearful or terminal “new-thing” avatar will pull up all the stakes they’ve put down — or the Resident who’s so new that they don’t have that many roots in the virtual soil yet.  For me, for now, I am content.  And so I say I’ll see you back here in a year — hopefully on time next year! — still wandering around, and celebrating my tenth.

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Posted October 13, 2016 by Harper Ganesvoort in Personal

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Cyborgs of Fantasy   Leave a comment

It was a Saturday evening, two nights before the official public première of The Land of Fantasy’s new revue, which Lady Ariel Sherman and her writers had christened Nights of Fantasy.  Newsstream writers, critics and celebrities from across several stellar cubes of planetary sectors had been invited to a preview of the show, and an after-party to celebrate.  And the mood of the people milling through Sherman Mansion at that party, hosted by herself and her husband, Lord Adam Sandhara, gave Ariel every encouragement that the reviews soon to be written and off-hand interviews to be given would be strongly in the positive.  Her smile gleamed almost as much as the sheen of the garden lights from her golden integument as she moved through the crowd of information-hungry reporters and celebrities who toasted her with sparkling etrinya wine and air-kissed her when they saw her.

Four years ago, such an event hadn’t been needed.  The news coverage of the freeing of over 700 citizens of the Limlight Republic from bondage, following their near-total conversion into cyborg “pleasure workers,” had still been fresh in the public’s mind when the original version of Ariel’s revue premiered.  Now, Nights of Fantasy needed to compete in the market alongside the other entertainments on the pleasure planet Videra, and that meant publicity.  Ariel had set the marketing group her theatre always used to work on it, and that included Dara Furtano, the young woman who had arranged and masterminded this party.


Young indeed, Ariel thought as she spotted Dara under a wooden gazebo in the garden and went over to speak with her.  Figuratively, Dara was less than a year old, though she had been born over twenty years before.  Dara had requested that Ariel provide the means to convert her into a ‘borg herself, for reasons that still mystified Ariel in some ways.  Ariel had resisted every request — until an accident at the theatre had almost killed her and her daughter, Zana.  Dara, nearby at the time, had saved them, which placed Ariel in lifedebt to Dara; and, after more discussion, had agreed reluctantly to the conversion.  She had found no cause to regret that concession; indeed, Dara, already an excellent publicist and marketing executive, had grown even better with her now total recall of needed data, as well as the ability to synthesize solutions on the fly.  And her already present beauty had been intensified by her conversion into a silvery cyborg.


“Dara, if I had to give the night a review, I’d say you’re what they used to call a boffo success,” Ariel smiled as she stepped under the gazebo.  “Thank you so much for what you’ve done for us.  And you are as charming as could be in that gown!  I thought it would look good on you.”

Dara smiled back, if shyly, and dipped a small curtsey to her host, the fuchsia folds of her dress billowing about her in the bob.  “Thank you back, lady.  The same could be said about you, how well the show went off; it was fantastic!  And your dress is lovely, too.”

“Something I pulled out of my closet; I hadn’t had a decent place to wear it until tonight, and I don’t think you can find it anywhere now.  Who knows, but it may come back into style after tonight.”



The details:

Harper (Lady Ariel Sherman) wears —


  • Skin: Fallen Gods Pure (Gold)
  • Eyes: Less is More CyberEYE v3.0
  • Hair: rezology May Rose
  • Attachments: SLink Avatar Enhance hands and feet
  • Gown: [sYs] Majestic (vintage)
  • Shoes: Vero Modero Murcia (vintage)
  • Accessories: Adam n Eve Opera Gloves for SLINK Hands (Black); Anachron group gift cigarette holder; Chop Zuey French Kiss suite (bracelet, earrings, ring, necklace) and Lala in Love wedding suite; Heth Haute Couture Royal Star brooch (you’ll find this on the men’s side; I’ve borrowed it for Ariel’s Republican Order brooch)
  • Makeup (eye application order): Oceane Body Design Metallix Eyeshadow (Purple); JUMO Vega eyeliner (Black 003); *BOOM* Liquid Glaze (vintage); Mystic Canvass Pucker Gloss lipstick (vintage)

Jem (Dara Furtano) wears —


  • Skin: Fallen Gods Pure (Ice)
  • Eyes: Less is More CyberEYE v3.0
  • Hair: rezology Kunai
  • Attachments: SLink Avatar Enhance hands and feet
  • Gown: Chop Zuey Tizziana pink gown, inspired by John Galliano designs, complete with bracelet and earrings
  • Shoes: KC Couture Cassiopeia sandals
  • Gloves: Sweet Tea Formal Gloves (Fuschia [sic])
  • Makeup (eye application order): Oceane Body Design Cat2 eyeshadow (Fuchsia); Zibska Innes lipstick (05); FATElashes v2.0

Photographed at my home

Most poses by PosESioN; conversation animation by [RNP] Animations

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A Pale Shadow of Christina’s World   1 comment


I had a chance to get back in world after the previous article, and managed to put this together.  If anyone is interested, I will share with them the pose animation I created to do this photo — a pale, pale shadow indeed of the original Wyeth painting.  Contact me by comment or by notecard in world.

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A Bit of Truth   1 comment

“I can’t work completely out of my imagination. I must put my foot in a bit of truth; and then I can fly free.” — Andrew Wyeth


You’ve probably noticed in my photographs of myself that I tend toward the grand as much as anything, at least in shots where I’m in a “character” mode.  The quality of my work, as a result, is…somewhat variable.  When I think I get it right, I get it right; but it’s all too easy to get it wrong when I’m trying to portray something out of my “own pure brain,” and I eventually see it as on the baroque side, if not positively rococo.

When I am not photographing myself or someone else, though, I search more for the mood that comes out of the sim I’m in; I reach for what some might have referred to as the genius loci, the spirit of the place that infuses it and protects it.  I search for what I hope is the truth of the place; and in this, I try to emulate one of my favorite artists, Andrew Wyeth.

I fell in love with Wyeth’s work in the 1980s, when I was returning to college to begin my degrees.  The Helga Paintings had been announced to the public and were going on exhibition then, and I started researching as much as I could on the work of Wyeth.  Andrew was always a controversial painter — his work was both admired and scorned, sometimes by the same critic.  This is probably the best compliment an artist could receive;  it means his output is being seen, studied and discussed.  Above all, he sought for the elemental truth inside what he beheld, and tried to crystallize it into an extremely realistic, minimalistic clarity.  His best work captures enough to speak volumes in the simplest of tones and the fewest, most primal forms.  Go and look his work up in an images search, and see what he had to say to us.


But you can also explore this yourself in Second Life.  I took these photos at The Gates of Melancholy, a region built in tribute to Andrew Wyeth’s world.  If you are knowledgeable and have an eye and memory, you can see elements of some of Wyeth’s most famous work, such as the field and buildings of Christina’s World.  Even the grass is wonderfully reminiscent of Wyeth’s masterful skill with the brush.


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Thinking of New York — September 11, 2016   Leave a comment


Remembering this day fifteen years ago, when the world changed forever for all of us.

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