The Wave at Cape Marina

I've always liked to write, just not in a journalistic sort of way.  I've always wanted to be Christiane Amanpour, reporting about relevant issues in smoke laden - ravished places - missiles exploding behind me...   or with a mass of people screaming Solidarnosc! as they throw molotov cocktails at policja weilding shields and batons but the passion and know-how to do that requires further education of which I cannot nor really want to pursue, so I've decided to write about what I know.

The first time I landed at Cape Marina and saw that huge wave, I thought, calm down Nickey - you're a Buddhist, lol.  Then, as I tried to ride it, realized, that in the beginning, at least, it was making me it's bitch. Now, I have to clarify that screaming like a girl is not something I normally do, but when all that horror was over with, I took some time to harness my chi, focus... linked with my persistent nature and went back again and again.  It was brutal, but in the end... though I could not tame that pony, I could - at least - finally ride it.

Blogging SL the Draft

For awhile there, I had been struggling with what to write about. Do I add certain experiences on SL or specifically write about surfing in SL?  Then with that was the ever over-powering RL which, for me, has been a constant vortex sucking me out of the escape I found from the typical stresses in my life - work, relationships, finances and mostly being a parent.  Something would happen and I found myself having to log off to tend to those matters. I really never felt fully satisfied. It was like being hungry and given gum to chew to get you by - never bearing weight and seeming all fluff.

There's Always A Beginning

When I first rezzed in Nova Albion Infohub - Miramare, I didn't have a single clue as to what I was doing or what I got myself into.  Previously, I had began to pour money into The Sims Online - and - when I learned it would soon be taken from me - forever - I felt bamboozled.  I had heard about Second Life, but knew nothing about it - still, I took the virtual bus across town and basically told TSO to suck it.  I landed... and it was the biggest thud an avatar could make.

At that time - there were loads of people standing, sitting, chatting - even driving cars, badly.  People were getting knocked over - and - the good majority of them were grey... from head to toe. Miramare instantly was so much more interesting than TSO and I began to learn faster than I gave my poor brain credit for; I began to edit my - well, everything... then hours after making myself seem - as I thought then - gorgeous... I dared to venture out and explore which eventually led me to Ahern.

Walking into the courtyard area of the four corners - Ahern, Bonifacio, Morris and Dore - I was given a HUGE wake up call. I had stumbled upon a packed place full of people like me... noobs constantly editing themselves, but there were also rude people, avatars in various forms from furries to robots.  I walked in not knowing anything about Ahern and it was brutal.  I kept getting pushed around, laughed at and taunted; I was intimidated - but - more intimidating than being griefed was stumbling upon an av who was so beautiful, my virtual self-esteem dropped faster than a drunken girl in cheap Louboutin knock-offs. Anxiously, I figured out how to search for a place to get me out of there - and - that's how I stumbled onto Gay World.

Wednesday 9/19/2012 @  5:30 PM SLT – Attending various teachings and forms of meditation led by Douglas Tragonach (voice) at Buddha Center, Second Life.

I've missed my SL friends these past few months I've been away dealing with RL issues.  I hope to be back on the grid real soon.