Spontaneous Bling Storm

A couple of nights ago a spontaneous burst of linguistic creativity erupted on the Independent State of Caledon group chat.  It exemplifies the intelligence and creativity that I think typifies Caledonians and is one of the many reasons I am proud to be one.

It all started with a discussion on resizer scripts and this JIRA.  Someone mentioned the recent resurgence of non-modifiable resizer scripts in items which engendered the first comment below.  The burst of spontaneous creativity immediately followed. 

In Which I Provide a Summation of the Recent Past (part second)

In my previous entry I elaborated on some events of a personal nature that have transpired over tha last two months.  This one, then, will deal, primarily, with events of a more public and professional nature.

Thistle Hill

About the only thing upon one can with confidence rely is that things change.  The most telling change for me has been my transition from a penniless vagabond to a propertied citizen.  Most of that progression is chronicled in this journal.  I have up to this point avoided much discussion of my business dealings in these pages.  I hope to avoid the temptation of  turning this journal into a crass publicity engine.  However, a little self promotion now and then is not an entirely bad thing.  Therefore, gentle readers, with your kind permission I will elaborate for just a while on an endeavor of which I am most proud, The Markets on Thistle Hill.

In Which I Provide A Summation of the Recent Past (Part First)

Dear readers,

I must apologize to those of you who so diligently read this journal.  I have just realized it has been two whole months since my last entry.  And so, I will take this occasion of my so-called Rez Day, the first anniversary of my initial descent into the metaverse, the translation of the analog self to the digital as it were, to provide a brief account of just what the devil I have been up to, if you will excuse the expression.  That date was actually September 1, but it took me a while to get my thoughts down.

I will start by saying that the last two months have been marked by transitions and changes, by highs and lows, discoveries and losses.  One of the more significant changes and discoveries over the last two months has been my adoption of the aetheric short journaling service known as twitter.  Those of you with whom I have shared this medium of communication will already know much of what I will lay down here, but there are many who do not.  It is, therefore, still useful, I think, for me to provide a record in these pages.

A Serendipitous Confluence of Circumstances

There are times when I am amazed by the way circumstances seem to weave themselves into just the right pattern according to ones current situation or frame of mind.  I have a few thoughts to share on this that require more than the 140 characters permitted by Twitter.

In this particular case, the Animus will be travelling to a distant place this weekend to celebrate the retirement of  a dear friend from the US Navy.  We leave on the morrow and so I will be mostly incommunicado until at least Monday night.  Looking over the various Steamlands calendars I see that I will unfortunately miss some promising events.  On Friday there will be a welcome party and concert by Tanstaafl Constantine in Cape Wrath.   Saturday’s events include the Marzipan Teahouse Formal Ball and a meeting of the Caledon Paranormal Society in which the topic of discussion will be “Soul Mates and Paranormal connections to water” (topics of particular interest to me at the moment).  This Sunday the New Champagne Rooms in Babbage Square ((End the Tyranny!)) Ehem!  will host a Music Appreciation Night with Joshua Pfeiffer from the Vernian Process.

In Which I Attend a Portion of the Grand Tour

The weekend of June 20th was remarkable for several reasons.  First, Sunday the 21st was the Summer Solstice, a significant date for many reasons.  Second, this weekend the populace of the 19th Century grid enjoyed the much anticipated Summer Grand Tour.  Third, it seemed the gods of the grid, our esteemed Service Provider, were a might unsettled this past weekend and all manner of chaos ensued.   There is a fourth reason to mark the weekend, but I will expound on that later.

The Midsummer Grand Tour

I will not dwell over long on the significance of the Solstice.  Suffice it to say that it serves as a touchstone event in many cultural and faith traditions.  Most prosaically we say that it marks the beginning of Summer, although climatologically and astronomiclly speaking Midsummer is the more correct term.  And so another year rolls around and the seasons come and go.   For the curious I recommend your further investigations begin with the Solstice article in the aetheric compendium Wikipedia.