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Suicide Centerfolds Model: Eowyn Silverstein
Set: The Field
Photography By: Voltaire Serpente
Location: Build Set By: Voltaire Serpente
While the Jökulsárlón SLSC was on patrol, no Icelander drowned at Jökulsárlón beach.
I put a couple of videos of my trip on youtube
and
Silver Lake Ski Club
Show - June 14, 2016
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Shakespeare, Second Life: The SL Shakespeare Company last month announced its Fourteen Pillars Fundraising Campaign, whose goal is to fill up all fourteen pillars to raise L$14 million, L$1 million per pillar. On Friday, July 18, to kick start the closing weekend of its month-long Twelfth Night staged reading series, the troupe plans to hold a "Twelfth Night MegaFundundraiser" in attempt to fill up the first pillar.
At 1 pm on Friday the 18th, seven actors will be jailed for their acting crimes by "an evil director," likely Enniv Zarf, producer and director of the Twelfth Night staged reading series. Each actor's bail will be set to L$100,000. Their goal is to woo the audience with only improv acting and their wits. Enniv Zarf explains, "The practical point is to get all of them out by 7 PM so that we can give the encore performance at our previously scheduled time."
For the remaining L$300,000, the Company also plans to turn the SL Globe Theatre into a true black box theatre-"black, black, and nothing else"-in the historic first ransom of a virtual building.
Ina Centaur, artistic director and executive producer, comments, "We are truly what we say we are-a group of thespians and other professionals dedicated to our craft, bound together by Shakespeare, and way-too-excited to wait for outside funding before beginning something truly spectacular within the virtual world of Second Life. Furthermore, beyond the fact that we are trying to be Shakespeare's analogue in live virtual theatre (the man was the foundation of modern theatre; we aim to establish the foundation of virtual theatre), we are also trying to create good within and for the audience of a virtual world that has more often been associated with the bad. In turn, though the money would be raised to create the good within, we believe this good will flow out of Second Life through the positive impact of the experience we create."
Centaur has also been involved with numerous fundraisers based in Second Life, most notably her recent notable contributions in the Second Life Relay for Life campaigns. Despite her success she holds uncertainty in this upcoming fundraiser, "While my RFL teams together have raised over L$3 million through passive efforts and huge bursts through short-term events, we had the relatively easy job of campaigning for an existing and well-established charity for a direct health-related cause. Albeit The SL Shakespeare Company is known to be a source of good in Second Life, the concept of campaigning for major funding for a good within Second Life may be too revolutionary for others to get. We've got some tough mileage ahead, both with the technology and production mechanics, and also with convincing people of our ideas… We'll just have to see what happens."
26 Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC Kartika Plaza accommodation, Left to Right; Ken (Knuckle) Ryan, Lloyd (Log) Kenny, Ken (Wolfman) Warner, Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC instructional tour, Kuta, Bali, Indonesia. September 1977.
Our accommodation in Kuta was Kartika Plaza, a collection of duplex bungalows just behind the fore dunes. This was very convenient as we could literally walk from breakfast to work in about one minute. While not 'well appointed' the room was not exactly 'spartan', boasting an indoor toilet and shower. I shared with Ken Ryan, while a short snore away were Ken Warner and Lloyd Kenny. It was all good, clean family fun. We would debrief on the veranda after a day's work, making serious inroads into our duty free spirits as we discussed the day just past and the day to come. When our licit drinks were exhausted we tried arak, a rather interesting local spirit. It had character, which was good as there was little else to recommend it.
Except the swimming pool and a waitress called -- wait for it -- Hayoo, Kartika had little to recommend it either. Hayoo was marvelous. Whenever we bellowed "Hey you!" she came running with an eager look in her eye happy to giggle and joke and serve whatever we ordered. At the end of our stay we informed Hayoo that we liked her so much that we were taking her back to Australia. She giggled and said "Husband will cry" with barely enough conviction for a seemly public declination of our invitation. I thought she was about to add in a whisper "But that's his problem and I can be packed to leave in an hour", but thankfully she did not.
We were in the habit of catching a bit of sleep after lunch. Our siesta was once interrupted by -- of all things on a volcanic island -- an earthquake. If we were thunderstruck that the earth had moved the locals barely yawned. So the earth shook a bit? Nothing fell over and no one was hurt. In fact we barely felt it. What's the problem? The earth -- that dependable, solid, predictable thing on which I live and have my being -- lurched about like a drunken sailor -- that's the problem. Well, learn to view things a little differently and you won't be so upset. Easy for you Indonesians to say that ... drought, fire, flood and tempest, these I understand ... but the earth jumping up and down? -- that's not natural.
Miniseason Showtimes:
Wednesday, Nov 12 - 11 am "sneak peek"
Thursday, Nov 13 - high noon
Friday, Nov 14 - 1 PM
Saturday, Nov 15 - 2 pm - (ticketed)
Sunday - no show
Monday, Nov 17 - high noon
07 Official Reception for Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC instructional team at Waja SLSC, Kuta Beach, Bali, Indonesia. September 1977.
Before anything can happen in Indonesia there must first be a ceremony. We were rather surprised that the invitees included quite a number of stony-faced gentlemen from the military and the police. These people had the seats of honour in the front rows and simply exuded power. Not one stood higher than 5 feet 4 inches. Their military bearing and uniforms made them look 6 feet tall however.
These gents were very necessary invitees as the military had its fingers in every pie, political, economic and social. They were the backbone of Suharto's regime and thus indispensable sponsors of Waja Surf Life Saving Club. Nothing happened in Indonesia during the 1970s unless it had the blessing of President Suharto. His military and his civilian political party, Golkar, had members and observers everywhere. A coconut could not fall to earth without it being known to Golkar. Publically expressed political dissent was therefore nil.
Indonesia had annexed former Portuguese East Timor two years previously in 1975, ending the civil war raging in the former colony. The action only succeeded in uniting the fractious Timorese into resistance of the occupation. I blithely committed the blunder of asking various Indonesians what their opinion of this annexation was. People either politely excused themselves or launched into loud denunciations of Communism and accusations of Communist involvement in East Timor. This baffled me as most Indonesians are happy to chat about almost anything. It was pointed out to me that I was actually putting these people in a difficult position, as any undercover observer would be monitoring their response. Lots of Little Brothers were watching. I desisted with the public questions at this revelation.
Privately people were quite forthcoming with thoughts. We dropped in to one trainee's home one evening to find the family watching parliament on the television. Some watched proceedings with gravity while others did so with hilarity. Political commentary was alive and well behind closed doors.
I better understood the reticence to comment on politics publically when a wall in Denpasar was pointed out to me as the site of executions during the anti Communist purges of 1965-6. Anyone who was denounced as a Communist was summarily executed by religious and right-wing mobs that had tacit military support. An estimated 500,000 people were killed across Indonesia and 80,000 on Bali in the purges which rivaled Stalin's best efforts at eliminating rivals.
Putting the 80,000 in context, this represents 5% of the then population of Bali -- one person in every twenty. The bloodletting was so ferocious that unlike in other parts of Indonesia the military actually had to rein in their proxy executioners. This was particularly the case when the Balinese began massacring the Chinese shopkeepers.
My informants told me that the voices of the victims could still be heard crying out for mercy on occasion. I was inclined to believe that the Indonesians -- who are often strongly inclined towards mysticism -- would expect the spot to haunted and so expect to hear the voices. I heard only traffic and felt only sadness.
what would a medieval lecture hall look like? o.O
Posted by Second Life Resident Ina Centaur. Visit Shakespeare.
An historically accurate Elizabethan outfit created for SL Shakespeare Company's Hamlet Act 3 Scene 2 The Mousetrap
Available @ the New SL Globe Gift Shop SLurl.com/secondlife/sLiterary/23/13/23
Skin: [IC-skins] Ienex
Eyes: [IC-skins] Ranika Eyes :: Rust
Hair: Curl Up and Dye Elizabeth
Outfit: Adam n Eve Elizabeth
Boots: Adam n Eve Stompi
A woman must do what she must, aye, aye.
When her husband's the king she must never
Demote to less. Hence, she must make it so.
At the Black Head SLSC surf club, New South Wales, Australia
Named after the Irish birthplace (Black Head Antrim) of the first settler William Hoy who moved to Black Head New South Wales, Australia, around 1881.
"Established in 1925, our dedicated Surf Live Savers have been patrolling Black Head beach for 90 years."
Black Head Beach is 1.6 km long running in a gentle east-facing arc between Redhead and Blackhead and is regarded as one of the best swimming beaches in the Manning Valley. It features large shady Norfolk Island pines, an ocean pool, picnic areas, and bbq's. The beach is patrolled during the swimming season (October to April) by both professional life guards during school holidays and by volunteer surf life savers from Blackhead Surf Life Saving Club on weekends and public holidays.
A rock pool is also located on the Black Head rock platform. It is backed by a single foredune with a creek running out across the southern end of the beach...
midcoast.nsw.gov.au
24 Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC visiting an artist's residence, Iseh, Bali, Indonesia. September 1977.
Gil Graham (far left) kept us all in order and regimentally dressed. Made broke ranks with the flower behind his ear (and later put it behind mine) but by and large Gil managed a spirited company of rugged individuals with his usual persuasive and sensible manner. No mean feat considering our ability to find trouble. I was loitering on a Denpasar bridge that spanned a polluted little waterway with Ken (Wolfman) Warner, John (Goanna) Mackay (far right in the photo) and a few others. A stern looking Indonesian policeman in full uniform, dark glasses and with sidearm on hip marched up to us and demanded, "You are from Palm Beach?" Despite the shirts we wore that were emblazoned with 'Palm Beach (Qld) SLSC' I was about to answer, "Never heard of the place, mate." I feared some further indiscretion by Wolfie and Goanna to match their extravagant exploits departing the Anker Bar on a Yamaha 100 cc while laden with full beer bottles or their spectacular mid-paddy collision with a water buffalo (the buffalo fared much better than the Yamaha). Unfortunately Wolfie beat me to the response and growled in his usual undiplomatic fashion "Yeah. And so what's that to you?" What's that to him? Wolfie, the guy has a cannon strapped to his thigh and a license to use it. He needs no more reason to ask any question he likes other that that. I was about to explain to the gent that Wolfie suffered delusions in hot weather and had mistaken the officer for a pub bouncer informing Wolfie that it was closing time, but before I could the officer broke into a huge grin and said, "My cousin is being trained by you and will now get a job as a hotel lifeguard." Suddenly we were all the very best of friends.