This is a great concept. I love it. And I'm not a part of it. Why? It's slow, it's awkward and it's full of people talking rubbish in spaces that have too much advertising. I trashed the protocol (application) after a while because of these things.
This will change, and when it does, I'm there. Watch this (and every other) space.
Second Life chairman's stump speech takes us down the rabbit hole [slideshow]: Sciam Observations
Saturday, 30 June 2007
Monday, 25 June 2007
20 Ways to Eliminate Stress From Your Life | zen habits
20 Ways to Eliminate Stress From Your Life | zen habits
An interesting site for those whose lives are cluttered and out of control. Ah.
An interesting site for those whose lives are cluttered and out of control. Ah.
Saturday, 23 June 2007
Saturday, 9 June 2007
Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
William Shakespeare
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
William Shakespeare
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