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S. S. Edmund Fitzgerald, 1975-2015

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy….

Gordon Lightfoot, “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”

Harper on the Pier

Do you remember I showed you a few weeks ago what Lake Superior could look like on a peaceful pre-fall day?

This is the other face of Lake Superior — Duluth Harbor in Minnesota, when the Gitche Manitou, the Great Spirit of the Lake-region tribes, is restless and angry.  This, however, is nothing compared to Superior forty years ago, on November 10, 1975.    On that day, the wind was whipping so hard across Superior that the tops of the waves were getting sheared off and blown into cold, cold mist before they could curl and foam and make what old Great Lakes hands call “Christmas trees.”  When that happens, it’s better that a ship stays in port, and that any ships carrying on their work find someplace to drop anchor and shelter until it blows over.

Read about the Edmund Fitzgerald on the next page.

Getting Ready for the Season

 

It’s an exciting time for me since my move to my new house.  Beyond the fact that, a few weeks ago, the landlord came and restored the landscaping that I’d accidentally booted off the land, I’m getting a pair of avatars in to decorate the plot for winter and Christmas. My first time putting together a real Michigan Christmas, instead of just putting up a tree in my apartment; I’m looking forward to this tremendously.

Why am I doing this?  Because the seasons have firmly changed now in the Real World.  Since it’s turned cold — at least sometimes — here in RL Alabama, it’s time for me to start wearing coats and sweaters outside, at least at night; and to me that always implies in world as well.  I rarely go “outside” in SL now without a jacket, unless the region I’m in is hopelessly tropical.  When that happens, of course, it doesn’t make sense to be wearing a fur or shearling, or even as light as a windbreaker.  But if there’s no otherwise clue, I decide for myself that the temperature has dipped into the low 50s (maybe around 7-12 Celsius), and I dress appropriately to stave off the nip in the virtual air.

And why do I think this way?  Well, I suppose it’s because I’m hopelessly from Michigan, even though I live in Alabama now.  My mind longs for falling leaves and snow on the ground, ice on the roads and frost in the air.  I haven’t lived year-long in Michigan since I was 21 years old, but I still long for the lands I’ll always regard as home.  In Second Life, I can recreate that outside my windows with a little investment, now that I have a plot of ground all to myself, and so that’s what I’m doing now.  If you stop back in tomorrow, I’ll have some photos of what my landscaping team have come up with, and let you know who they are.

Posted November 9, 2012 by Harper Ganesvoort in Personal

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Elvis ain’t dead; he’s just de-rezzed….

…and re-rezzed in Second Life:

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(with thanks to Torley Linden)

(Actually, I still say that Elvis is still in RL, disguised as a small black cat at the Metro Animal Shelter in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. But then he was also supposed to be a grocery clerk at an IGA in Climax, Michigan. And, of course, the Men in Black say that Elvis didn’t die; he just went home….)

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