It’s summer, bring out the bikinis!

I love summer better than just about anything. Warm weather. Few clothes. Long days. Starry nights. Friends and beaches and road trips. Oh, and bikinis.

My favorite bikini this year is Summer Sidhe, by ColeMarie Soleil, available in the marketplace here. I paired it with the Orange Morpho Bodywrap by Chioca Latte, and one of my favorite airy summer skirts from Janzoe, part of the Gossamer Silk Dress. The tattoo is the Blue Moon Tattoo from Indigo Ink, and the leggings are part of Serina Juran’s Fire Fae pants from her shop, Stones of Heaven. The skin and makeup are both from Dr. Life, and the shape is Lisa from Insolence (somewhat modded by me). The hair is Fierce III from Tami McCoy’s shop, Hair by Tami.

Blogger come home

Hello, this is your blog speaking. Remember me? I’m the home where you used to live. I’ve forlornly watched you jet-setting around to fashionable spots all over the world, like Facebook, Twitter, Plurk, Second Life, LinkedIn, and the current hot getaway, Google+. I’ve left the porch light on every night, but you never come home anymore.

Sure, those clubs are fun for a night out now and then, but they aren’t your home. They don’t have a living room like I do, where you can kick off your shoes, put up your feet, and say “Ahhhhhh,” like I do.

Blogger come home! Please don’t mistake those night clubs for your home. They are dangerous and restrictive. If  you don’t like their rules, about all you can do is complain or “appeal,” and who is ever listening? And there’s always the threat that your account will be deleted, along with all the precious content you’ve created with your life’s blood running through it. Plus they break things. All the time. They’re not careful and sensitive the way I am. Things disappear from inventories. Messages get garbled or lost. Dreams are often trampled on without warning or apology.

Olly, Olly, oxen free! Imagine it’s a warm summer night, just about dusk when the fireflies twinkle and the moths flutter against the light on the porch. Your mother/father/sister/brother/friend is standing in the doorway calling you in from your play. It’s time. Build yourself an online home and treasure it. Live in it. Maintain it. Secure it. Protect your magnificent creations inside. Spruce it up now and then. Throw wild parties and invite people in.

Don’t give away all your brilliance to Google+ or some other third party. They’ll never appreciate you for who you are the way I do. They’ll never care about the magnificence of what you create the way I do. And they’ll never, ever listen to you the way your readers do.

To social media sites, you are an unpaid content creator, and an expendable one at that. You are wasting your wonderful, beautiful, incredible, irreplaceable energy building a home for someone who doesn’t even appreciate it. To them, you are a number, a source of revenue, the very product they are selling. And you will be tolerated for only as long as you fit in their package. Get too noisy, ungainly, or troublesome, and they will not hesitate to expel you. And they won’t even kick your suitcase out after you. You’ll leave with nothing, buck naked, not even a shirt on your back.

This is your blog calling you. I am your home:  your very own blog on your very own site. Sure you can have WordPress or Blogger or Tumblir host it for you. But that’s like inviting a stranger to live with you. They don’t love you like I do. They don’t wait up for you at night, shelter you through storms, have floor-to-ceiling windows that look out on dreamy vistas and distant horizons. Besides, they can quickly turn into the roommate from hell, and you know what that’s like.

Buy the domain. Host the site. Build me from the ground up.  No one is going to tell you how to design me or what widgets or plug-ins to use. Use your imagination. I’ll never monitor what you say, what you put in your profile, or what your content cloud looks like. You make the rules, or none at all. I won’t toss you out on the street because of your name. I will never tell you you’re too young, too strange-sounding, a square peg in a round circle.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m totally happy for you to hang out with your friends at social hot spots like Facebook and Twitter. But please, remember they’re just night clubs with glitzy lights and K-hole dance beats. Go out, have a great time, maybe even have a fling or two . . . but come back home to me. Your heart is waiting up for you.

Your dreams live here, and your  poems and stories and pet projects, too. My living room is big, comfy, welcoming . . .  always just the way you like it. Leave coffee cups and soda cans lying around on top of old pizza boxes. Or keep it squeaky clean. I don’t care which. This is your home. I love you just the way you are.

First they came . . . and Facebook followed

[cue sounds of heavy boots pounding on your doorstep and the front door crashing in . . . if you have time before they storm in, read the news in the Second Life Forum here about Facebook deleting Second Life avatar accounts. And before you have to grab your data and run, read a cautionary tale.

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Last chance for Elf Circle Home & Garden Tour

Last chance to visit the all the amazing spots in the  Elf Circle Home & Garden Tour Sunday. You can start here at The Bay Area and get a free pink pony to ride around. Giddyap! Just touch the Visitor’s Guide when you get there for a list of all the other locations. P.S. See the gorgeous Bay Area fog rolling in? Must be summer. lol

RIP Rheta Shan

Two years ago today we got the news:

… on April 3rd, my wife was hit by a van as she crossed the street to get to the bakery. She was dead before SAMU could reach the hospital. She was 9 months pregnant; our unborn son died shortly after she did, despite doctors’ best efforts. […]

Dear Rheta, you changed my life.  How have we managed to live . . .  two whole years . . .  without you?

You were softness and sharpness, sweetness and the occasional bitterness . . and (how?)  life and death too.

G’nite after a long chaotic day

Me and my Japan relief Linden bear (bears no longer available) relax after a long chaotic day. Yawn! Waves g’nite!

NASA’s Space Rock, vote for the astronauts’ wake-up call – Indies in Space!

NASA’s “Space Rock” voting has been extended til at least May 8! Don’t miss your chance to vote for the song that will wake up the astronauts in space!  The winning two tunes will be announced and played during the upcoming STS-134 space mission–the 134th and FINAL shuttle launch. All-original music! Listen to the entries and vote for your fav here.

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OMG! Kicked outta Harvard because of my boots!

So there I was in Harvard Law School’s Berkman sandbox in Second Life auditioning dances for my upcoming dance video (stay tuned here, don’t miss it, it’ll be here in a week or two!) to explain the creatively complex Creative Commons licensing system dancing to hot music from – where else? – the CC license music sharing site ccmixter . . .

. . . while at the same time shopping at Wicked Tattoos trying to make myself  look as much as possible like the vid’s heroine who’s a Lisbeth Salander sorta girl  . . .

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I dreamed that SL and RL switched last night!

I had a terrible dream last night, and I still can’t shake it. Radiation from Japan seeped into the world’s air and water and food. Those of us who survived could live only underground, and we never felt the sun, only caught brief glimpses through steel-reinforced windows in the ceiling. We all lived our lives in Second Life, which became our RL. Slowly, the real trees and air and hills became but distant memories of the old storytellers. Children gathered around gas-fed fires to hear the stories of people who walked free as rain fell on their faces, smelled spring flowers, and caught snowflakes on their tongues–then traded it all for more and more power for their computers. So in the end, that’s all they had and they lived their lives inside them.

Dreamy spring in Second Life

A dreamy spring has come to my lands.