Sunday 24 January 2010

Poets for Haiti - The loudness of tiny, inside noises

A poem of mine - 'The loudness of tiny, inside noises' has been published in a compilation made to raise money for the Haiti disaster.  'Poets for Haiti' is part of the 'Giving Haiti a Second Life' event organised by Da Vinci Isle.  You can buy it inworld for L$500.  Details at http://www.davinciisle.org/index.php/giving-haiti-a-second-life-fundraiser.


Sunday 17 January 2010

Second Life® Behaviours: Attendance

My first article on Virtual Writers World is about what people do when they attend SL events.  Actually, it's a cunningly disguised extract from My Avatars and I, but then I'm ruthlessly self-promotional like that.  Read the article here.

Saturday 9 January 2010

'Beside an Open Window' - read through at The Blue Angel

I haven't published 'Beside an Open Window' online like my other books because I'm hoping to approach a publisher with it later in the year. Before that happens, however, I want to do at least one complete read through in SL (nothing brings typos to my attention better than a live reading). The first of these will be at the Blue Angel Poets' Dive and will start on Tuesday 12 January at 3:30pm SLT (and continue on each Tuesday thereafter at the same time until the read through is complete). If you would like to hear the story come along to listen. As an added incentive, I'll be offering a free, electronic version of the novel to anyone who attends all sessions (and can provide me with an email address to send it to).

'Beside an Open Window' is set 60 years into the future and looks at what the metaverse might look like then. The following is a small extract...

***

Jason went back to the bed, sat on the edge, picked up a booklet on the table that he hadn't noticed before. It had a white cover, blank but for the words 'Please read me, Mr Harlan' in large, black seriffed capitals.

He sighed, tried to break wind and failed. He opened the book and read.

Welcome to your new life in Twilight, Mr Harlan.

In a short while, someone will come to talk to you about where you are and what you're doing here. Please remain calm. There is no reason to become frightened or distressed.

The purpose of this booklet is to give you a basic understanding of your situation and some time by yourself to assimilate this information. Please do not worry: you are not alone. You are being monitored as you read this and if you should become distressed someone will come straight away to assist you. Please remain calm.

Please make sure you are comfortable. It might be a good idea to sit down whilst you read this. When you are ready to proceed to the next page, please-

Jason grunted impatiently and turned over.

If you have not already worked out where you are, then we are very sorry to have to inform you that you have passed away. In the physical world, you are now deceased.

What?

For some bizarre reason, Jason looked down at his cock again, stared at it, nestled snugly within those think, strangely mousey pubes. Dead? Impossible. He felt suddenly odd, but not the sort of odd he would have imagined. Moments like this merited big, fleshy thumps in the chest, he supposed, and a pow feeling in the gut, but he felt none of this. It was the absence of these symptoms which unnerved him. He knew that he felt scared, but the physiology was absent. A phantom emotion, like a phantom limb: it existed, he could feel it, but the flesh and blood was nowhere to be seen.

What? Dead? Bollocks. He read on.

The specific circumstances of your death were:

Road traffic accident 5 June 2039 @ 14:07

You will be given more information about this event in due course.

2039? That date was over a year from now. It had to be some sort of set up. He tried to remember how he'd come to be here, but everything was blurred and grey. A meeting, yesterday. In an office. He remembered a rubber plant. Perhaps it was some sort of reality TV stunt. Had he agreed to a charity deal? If he had, he wouldn't have agreed to memory-altering drugs. He remembered being somewhere with Rachel yesterday. Had they fallen out? Ordinarily, days out with Rachel ended up in places and situations very different to this... whatever this was.

Right now, you are probably doubting the validity of this information. This is perfectly normal. You are probably also having difficulty remembering events from the last week or so: this is due to a simulated unconsciousness we impose on activation of your brain scan so that we can monitor its function prior to inducing consciousness. The fog will lift over the next hour or so. You will start to remember things which would have stood out for you in your thoughts at the time of your last scan. For example, if you had been anxious about an upcoming flight (our clients often choose to backup before travelling on aircraft) it is probable that this would be one of the things you remember first, starting with a vague feeling of anxiety and gradually becoming a more detailed memory.

We can help you a little on this. On the next page is a video of your pre-scan meeting. When you turn the page it will play. It is likely that you will recall this event – as the memory comes back to you – as something which happened yesterday. Be aware, however, that it could be a considerable period of time since this event happened in real life, depending on the frequency with which you performed your backups.

Jason turned the page. The paper lacked texture, it felt like some kind of laminate surface. He smelled it, out of habit; Jason always smelled the pages of the books he was reading (his brother had told him once it was a form of glue sniffing). The paper smelled of nothing. There was no smell to the book, to the bed, to him, to the room.

The video was presented in a small window in the middle of the page, with a scroll bar across the bottom. The usual sort of thing. It played automatically. He saw himself from the view of a camera in a ceiling corner that was looking down on a small office with a desk and three chairs. Rachel was beside him. A man in a tweed jacket came in from behind and sat opposite, crossed his fingers on the desk, said, Yes, we have a slot in about an hour, actually. There's been a cancellation. That's just enough time to go through the literature with you. Can I get you a coffee first?

Aspie

This week has been Autism Awareness Week at Tiatopia Island. The organiser of the event, Tia Macbain, contacted a number of SL poets - of which I was one - to ask for poems on the subject which would be displayed around the sim and used as the inspiration for a series of SL sculptures. My poem, 'Aspie' was interpreted by Misa Delight and you can see a couple of pictures of her beautiful sculpture below.

All poems submitted are to be compiled into an online publication. Details will follow when I have them.


The poem was inspired by the writings of the Autistic community on its desire not to be thought of as 'broken' (for example, see http://www.aspiesforfreedom.com). A very easy to read 'What if...?' article by Tony Attwood and Carol Grey was also very helpful, which can currently be found here.

Tuesday 5 January 2010

The future of SL

A discussion in the Linden blogs has generated some interesting ideas as to how SL could be improved over the next ten years. Worth taking a look. Check it out here.