So I made a lighthouse, a kind of short and stumpy one on tiny, rocky island located at the far eastern edge of the region. I see why there are so many of these in virtuality, as making one is really just pulling cylinders out of each other and tapping on them a little bit. Still, I like the glow effect from the light and such a structure seems kind of necessary in a waterworld like mine.
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Tonight I moved North and started working on a new, yet-to-be-named island. I’m wanting this one to be kind of wind-swept and lonely, without much if any trace of human habitation. As I was working, I realized that the orientation of all the islands I’ve made so far is toward the East, and that there …
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All of my fickle relationships with this blog aside, I’ve recently become totally consumed with Opensim and have carved out a little homestead (or two) in the wilds of the Hypergrid. I tried Opensim a few years back, and I have to say that it has come a LONG way. The setup still challenged my …
There is another process shaping these islands
where you have to begin with a stretch (as in
that’s a stretch), and New England was once
much bigger, the tropics had much more water,
but the water doesn’t sunder the land from itself,
is stormless and without any power. All it can do
is hug these islands and coasts and sometimes
change color as it listens only to this other
thing at work, arranging and arranging,
all the while building theories of synecdoche
for dock, breaker, beach that seem to split the shore.
That breeze that fills your sail and carries you.
Those docks where the other boats moor.
These sentences from deep inside the other
thing that carry you past the shore.
Purc and I rode a Phoebe to the top of Risoul and took a bunch of pictures.
I’m trying to learn how to do runway landings, so I practiced at Snoodpoort.
Did some writing about sky boxes, and thought about the Selene. Just tonight, I realized that the wires hanging down from the fuselage are what gather static electricity from the clouds.
Walked around Bay City. I hadn’t been there in a while.
There’s a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.