2018.05.24 13:00 - Conference of the Birds 5

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    The Guardian for this meeting was Mick. The comments are by Agatha.


    Bruce Mowbray's current display-name is "Bruce".
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Tura.
    Tura Brezoianu: hi Bruce, Arabella
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Ara!
    arabella Ella: Hiya!
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Storm.
    Storm Nordwind: Hi!
    arabella Ella: Hi Storm!
    Tura Brezoianu: hi Storm, Mick
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Folks
    Agatha Macbeth: Here I am
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Mick and aggers.
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Ags
    arabella Ella: Hi Mick and Aggers!
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Ara, didnt see you there
    Agatha Macbeth feels Ara to make sure
    Agatha Macbeth: Yep it's her
    Agatha Macbeth: Funny hair tho
    arabella Ella: I'm here!
    Bruce Mowbray: Bde careful That's how Harvey Weinstein got his start.
    arabella Ella: Yes I lost your hair last session here aggers!
    Storm Nordwind: Au natural hair
    Agatha Macbeth: How do you do it? :p
    arabella Ella: And my inventory has gone haywire too
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh boy
    arabella Ella: never mind life goes on
    Mickorod Renard: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Maybe you need a new av
    arabella Ella: I need new everything but don't have much free time
    Agatha Macbeth: Aww
    Mickorod Renard: :(
    Agatha Macbeth: Liz ♥
    arabella Ella: I lost all my inventory when there was a recent update and i clicked the wrong button while updating :(
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Eliza.
    Mickorod Renard: ah ha, heres Eliza
    Agatha Macbeth: OMG
    Agatha Macbeth: Ouch
    arabella Ella: Hi Eliza
    arabella Ella: Even lost my friends list
    Agatha Macbeth: Still on mine
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi all :)
    arabella Ella: yes but for you to be on mine you need to defriend me and re add me ... weird I know
    Agatha Macbeth throws water over Liz
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh how strange
    Agatha Macbeth: Let me just try that
    Eliza Madrigal: did this happen due to an update?
    arabella Ella: yes Eliza I pressed one button instead of another in error and there was no going back
    Mickorod Renard: yikes
    Eliza Madrigal: ouch
    Agatha Macbeth: OK done
    arabella Ella: Thanks Aggers brilliant!
    Agatha Macbeth: x
    Mickorod Renard: yay, Ags has a great wardrobe
    Agatha Macbeth: Hell to get up the stairs tho
    Mickorod Renard: he he
    Tura Brezoianu: NPIRL boots
    Agatha Macbeth: ??
    Tura Brezoianu: Not Possible In Real Life
    arabella Ella: Thanks Eliza!
    Bleu Oleander's current display-name is "Bleu".
    Mickorod Renard: not sure what they are
    Bruce Mowbray: Hi, Bleu.
    Agatha Macbeth: I got that bit but not the boots
    Bleu Oleander: hi all :)
    Eliza Madrigal: <3
    Mickorod Renard: ah, ty
    Agatha Macbeth: Bleuji :)
    arabella Ella: Hi Bleu
    Mickorod Renard: Hi Bleu
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Bleu
    Mickorod Renard: just a quick update, most of us here were here on Monday
    Mickorod Renard: and we had a topic we discussed
    Mickorod Renard: which was related to a video Bruce gave us a link to
    Eliza Madrigal read the session and watched the video, great, ty
    Mickorod Renard: and was about 'what matters'?
    Mickorod Renard: yes, it was great
    Bruce Mowbray: "Mattering"
    Mickorod Renard: has anyone had further thoughts on that session?
    Bleu Oleander: I thought it was about 'do we matter?'
    Bruce Mowbray: ... or, To Whom do we matter?"
    Bleu Oleander: yes
    Mickorod Renard: can you remind us Bruce, ..ty
    Bruce Mowbray nods.
    Eliza Madrigal: questions have a way of changing once they get here
    Bruce Mowbray: No, because there was too much stuff there.....
    Mickorod Renard: :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Each of us took a different perspective on it.
    Aphrodite Macbain's current display-name is "Aph".
    Eliza Madrigal: Hi Aph!
    Bruce Mowbray: But let's continue.... I feel no need to re-discuss Monday's session... unless others want to o that.
    Bruce Mowbray: do*
    Bruce Mowbray: APH!
    Bleu Oleander: two different questions, 'what matters to us?' and 'do we matter to whom?'
    Bleu Oleander: hi Aph
    Mickorod Renard: Hi aph
    Bleu Oleander: moving on is good :)
    Aphrodite Macbain: Hiya
    Mickorod Renard: thats great,,any reports?
    Bruce Mowbray: Is the hoopoe saying that it is more important for the birds to "matter" to something greater than to their personal "foibles"?
    Bruce Mowbray listens.
    Mickorod Renard: Thats the way I am reading it Bruce, or rather the foibles are less important
    Tura Brezoianu: it's saying there's something that should matter to the birds more than their other concerns
    Bruce Mowbray listens and nods.
    Agatha Macbeth nods too
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Aphrodite Macbain: so does Aph
    Agatha Macbeth: Aphie :)
    Aphrodite Macbain: :)
    Bleu Oleander: I felt the Hoopoe was saying what matters to us is not important and should be dropped and birds should only care about reaching the Simorgh
    Eliza Madrigal: I can think of a few situations in which either I or someone else fixated on some part and managed to obscure the 'whole' ... mostly thinking of parties
    Bruce Mowbray: so, sort of an "Ultimate Concern," Bleu?
    Bleu Oleander: yes
    Eliza Madrigal: I think that too, but then I try to mash it into a practical 'my life' box I guess :)
    Tura Brezoianu: The hoopoe urges that there is a pearl of great price that is worth giving up everything else to obtain. But the poem is obscure (so far) about what that pearl is, and how to obtain it.
    Bleu Oleander: agree
    Aphrodite Macbain: Perhaps the pearl is different for each of us
    Eliza Madrigal nods... the pearl story is apt
    Agatha Macbeth: They haven't begun the quest yet tho
    Bruce Mowbray: Yes, I agree with Tura. . . I have not yet read far enough into the pond to know when the "how to obtain it" part comes in.
    Eliza Madrigal: the recognition of the pearl is most of the equation?
    Bruce Mowbray: poem*
    Mickorod Renard: it is a bit of a leap of faith expected
    Bruce Mowbray loves Aph's notion that the Pearl could be a different thing for each of us.
    Tura Brezoianu: From later in the poem: "Here every pilgrim takes a different way And different spirits different rules obey"
    Mickorod Renard: perhaps its suggesting that we all have a secret desire for something more than material things
    Bruce Mowbray: ahhh!
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Mickorod Renard: this last reading has left me wondering all sorts
    Bruce Mowbray ponders "recognition of the Pearl," " journey to the Pearl," arrival at the Pearl. . . .
    Bleu Oleander: does one need to believe in an immaterial something to attain to keep the metaphor of the poem ?
    Eliza Madrigal: perhaps they just need to question the face value of material?
    Bruce Mowbray: does one need to believe anything at all?
    Mickorod Renard: well, that was where I am being led at the mo Bruce
    Bruce Mowbray: Yikes!
    Eliza Madrigal: when people pursue wealth and items they are pursuing something more than that, it 'means' something different than "I have this thing"
    Bleu Oleander: hard once you've read the whole book not to comment further :)
    Bruce Mowbray: Oh! Please DO, Bleu.
    Aphrodite Macbain: I think so Bruce, although we may not be aware of it
    Bleu Oleander: well I don't want to give the ending away :)
    Agatha Macbeth: It wasn't the butler...
    Eliza Madrigal is not spoiled by spoilers
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: You deserve to be spoiled Liz
    Mickorod Renard: go for it Bleu
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Aphrodite Macbain: In the kitchen with the poker?
    Bruce Mowbray listens to Bleu.
    Mickorod Renard: he he
    Agatha Macbeth listens too
    Bleu Oleander: I'm not going to tell the ending but will comment based on my knowing it ... just didn't want to assume that I could :)
    Agatha Macbeth: :)
    Bruce Mowbray: You can, and I hope, will.
    Mickorod Renard: It will help us make sense of the read I think
    Bruce Mowbray: I agree with Mick.
    Bleu Oleander: ok so what does it mean to 'surrender ones self to the great one?'
    Aphrodite Macbain: Sounds like Islam
    Agatha Macbeth: Islam = surrender
    Aphrodite Macbain: to surrender to god
    Bruce Mowbray: To let the Great One in? or to become the Great One through unifying with It?
    Bleu Oleander: 'both the pilgrims and their leader became one with the way'
    arabella Ella: lots of examples in the parables in the poem
    arabella Ella: or surrendering
    Mickorod Renard: I suspect that means allow oneself to go with the flow and not try and control what is outside ones ability
    Agatha Macbeth: Great One presumably refers to G
    Bleu Oleander: or whatever your concept of G is?
    Agatha Macbeth: Right
    Eliza Madrigal: I think it has to do with going from an appreciation of, to a practice path
    arabella Ella: not being distracted by material stuff and focussing on love and following whoever you consider as 'G' or 'Master'?
    Aphrodite Macbain: Time for me to surrender to the god of sleep...
    Bruce Mowbray: G'nite, Aph!\
    Agatha Macbeth: Awww
    Bleu Oleander: nite Aph
    Eliza Madrigal: Nite Aph :) good to see you
    Storm Nordwind: Sleep well :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Are you abroad?
    Mickorod Renard: nite Aph, great to see u here tho
    Bruce Mowbray: Aph is in Spain.
    Bleu Oleander: oh nice!
    Agatha Macbeth: Ahh
    Aphrodite Macbain: Adios
    Aphrodite Macbain: nite everyone
    Bruce Mowbray: Manana!
    Agatha Macbeth: Nite Aphie
    Agatha Macbeth: Buenas noches
    arabella Ella: dulce suenos
    Agatha Macbeth: 22.30 there
    Bruce Mowbray: bedtime.
    arabella Ella: same as here
    Agatha Macbeth: Anyway what were we talking about?
    Mickorod Renard: I recall once when I was going through that bad patch years ago..I was so much a control freak I couldnt cope with the stress of trying to keep control..some religious person said let go and trust in God,,it was liberating
    Agatha Macbeth smiles
    Bruce Mowbray: "Let go and let God. . . ."
    arabella Ella: in the poem some follow, others seem to lead
    Agatha Macbeth: You and I are starting to sound much alike Mick :p
    Bruce Mowbray: So, Mick, did you find the Pearl?
    Bleu Oleander: do we need the concept of 'master' or 'leader' who is outside the material world?
    Mickorod Renard: I did, I let it fall back into the depths tho
    Bruce Mowbray: ahhhhh, understood.
    arabella Ella: the leaders in the poem are or seem to be allegorical, in the real world
    Agatha Macbeth: Ha!
    Agatha Macbeth: And was that good or bad?
    Eliza Madrigal nods
    Mickorod Renard: I think it changed me
    Bruce Mowbray: Yes, the whole poem is allegorical and metaphorical...... and even mythical.
    Agatha Macbeth: That wasn't the question your honour :)
    arabella Ella: nods
    Eliza Madrigal: beyond doesn't necessarily mean outside of, although I realize that isn't the language of the poem
    Bruce Mowbray: one can stay right where she is and still be on a Path.
    Agatha Macbeth: True
    arabella Ella: nods
    Bleu Oleander: where does the path lead?
    Mickorod Renard: there was also some bit where reference was made to needing to know yourself before
    arabella Ella: to contentment?
    Agatha Macbeth: Where it's going ;-)
    arabella Ella: serenity?
    Eliza Madrigal: Leaning 'not to your own understanding' can be a way of learning to do things in a new, previously unfathomed way... leaning into different capacities?
    Agatha Macbeth: Could be a dead end...
    Agatha Macbeth: (No pun intended)
    Eliza Madrigal: :) Agatha
    arabella Ella: smiles
    Bleu Oleander: could just be a path with no final destination?
    Bruce Mowbray: are dead ends not also Dharma Gates?
    Agatha Macbeth: Half the fun is finding out where the path goes I guess
    arabella Ella: the long and winding road that leads ....
    Agatha Macbeth: Or maybe more than half
    Mickorod Renard: so far in the reading I am getting the idea it is about looking inwards and finding yourself..at least thats as far as I have got
    Agatha Macbeth: Yes!
    Storm Nordwind: Not sure the hoopoe is a 'fun' kind of bird, Agatha!
    Agatha Macbeth: Was just thinking that Ara
    arabella Ella: smiles
    Agatha Macbeth: I dunno Stormy he seems cute enough
    Eliza Madrigal: 'leaping' can be playful
    Bruce Mowbray: You know, Einstein felt that one of the most important questions we can ask is whether the universe is "benevolent" or "good" or something like that -- I take that to mean gracious.
    Storm Nordwind: He'll be cute when I find the right recipe
    Mickorod Renard: Storm is quiet today
    Bruce Mowbray: and I feel that is at the core of this poem.
    arabella Ella: the hoopoo sounds like a school prefect
    Tura Brezoianu: Religions rarely have much space for "fun"
    Agatha Macbeth pokes Storm
    Bruce Mowbray: can we trust the universe to take us Home?
    Storm Nordwind: :p
    Agatha Macbeth: Home is where the heart is
    Eliza Madrigal: true Tura, and not often fond of those who are jokey :)
    Bruce Mowbray: I think you've got it, Agatha.
    Mickorod Renard: we are all matter, changing
    Bleu Oleander: aren't we home now?
    Storm Nordwind: Wherever you go, there you are!
    Bleu Oleander: the Hoopoe is one tough bird!
    Bruce Mowbray: I think you've got it too, Bleu.
    Eliza Madrigal: hahah
    Agatha Macbeth: Dorothy always had the power to go home, she just didn't know how
    Bruce Mowbray: Right!
    Bleu Oleander: only 30 birds make it out of thousands!
    Mickorod Renard: in the big scene of things, we cannot stop the changes we face and the universe will take care of itself
    Agatha Macbeth: Probably a publisher's deadline to meet...
    Bruce Mowbray: Is there a separation between us and the universe?
    Agatha Macbeth: Not for me personally
    Mickorod Renard: I would say not..but I guess on certain levels its not noticed
    Bleu Oleander: we are of the universe
    Bruce Mowbray: isn't the hoopoe saying that all of our foibles are what separates us, but that they are false?
    Bruce Mowbray: so nothing actually separates us.
    arabella Ella: section 29: 'To travel this road self-sincerity is necessary - and to be sincere with oneself is more difficult than you think' [says the Hoopoe]
    Bruce Mowbray: I always chuckle inside when people say something like " I'm going out into nature" -- as if they weren't already in nature!
    Mickorod Renard: great point Ara
    Bleu Oleander: the poem has a dualistic concept of the birds, body and soul, and extending to humans I'm thinking
    Eliza Madrigal: thanks for that line, Ara
    Bruce Mowbray: yes, there clearly is a dualistic viewpoint in the poem.
    Storm Nordwind: It's fairly easy to be honest with other people. Far harder to be honest with yourself.
    Mickorod Renard: I am having a hard time both with what Ara said and duelistic thinking
    Bruce Mowbray listens for more from Mick.
    Agatha Macbeth:

    To see a World in a Grain of Sand

    And a Heaven in a Wild Flower

    Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

    And Eternity in an hour


    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Bleu Oleander: :)
    arabella Ella: Same section: 'Until you die to all the things of this world, one by one, you will not be free' [Hoopoe]
    Bruce Mowbray: Blake and the hoopoe were both mystics.
    Mickorod Renard: only that i even question whether compassion is an attachment
    arabella Ella: depends on sincerity Mick
    Bruce Mowbray: wow, wonderful point, Mick.
    Mickorod Renard: and whether my compassion is just an excuse
    arabella Ella: motive?
    Agatha Macbeth: That's a good point
    Storm Nordwind: An excuse?
    Bleu Oleander: the Hoopoe didn't have much compassion for the birds
    Bruce Mowbray: I've long felt that many people engage in intense ecclesiastical activities in order to avoid an experience of God.
    Mickorod Renard: an excuse for not being pro active or dealing with something
    Storm Nordwind: Any activity or concern can be used to put things off, even benevolent ones.
    Mickorod Renard: thats interesting Bruce, not thought that way
    Bruce Mowbray: for sure.
    Eliza Madrigal: isn't part of it to get to a point (by learning letting go?) where it isn't a preoccupation about whether compassion is an attachment, because expression and path are playing out...
    Mickorod Renard: if I was truly compassionate I would be housing loads of homeless now
    Bruce Mowbray: in Joseph Campbell's last published book, he says that all of the liturgical scripting that churches use is actually a way to protect worshipers from a God experience.
    Mickorod Renard: ok..maybe I am if i could the kids
    Mickorod Renard: perhaps thats cos the church is about control, wheras God experience is about letting go
    Storm Nordwind: Bruce, in whose interest would such a deception be?
    arabella Ella: but the poem seems to be about some form of control?
    Agatha Macbeth: Or discipline maybe?
    Bruce Mowbray: I'm not sure that it's a deception. . . . it may be a compassionate act....
    Agatha Macbeth: Maybe the birds are disciples
    arabella Ella: nods to Aggers
    Eliza Madrigal: discipline, nods
    arabella Ella: nods again
    Bruce Mowbray also nods.
    Agatha Macbeth nods at the nods
    Bruce Mowbray: :)
    Storm Nordwind: Deception can be compassionate. There's a whole concept in Buddhism about that.
    arabella Ella: all now nod please
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Ah, right
    Storm Nordwind: (Upaya)
    Mickorod Renard: I have changed myy opinion on disaplin, cos I think to stay in a sweet spot in these practices you have to be disaplinned
    Bruce Mowbray: skillful means.
    Agatha Macbeth: Thanks Stormy
    Mickorod Renard: the idea was that the birds are the those being led by a mystic
    Bruce Mowbray: perhaps the disciplines of Buddhism help us to "own" reality . . . not to defend ourselves against it or excuse it or to analyze it or anything else, just to own it as it is.
    arabella Ella: how do you own it? and what do you own?
    arabella Ella: reality? meaning?
    Bleu Oleander: as in 'i own myself?'
    Bruce Mowbray: You take responsibility for being yourself. That's what I mean by "own".
    arabella Ella: mmmmm
    Mickorod Renard: maybe we all have a stake in it but forgot due to distractions
    Bruce Mowbray: for sure, Mick.
    Bruce Mowbray: forgetting is a big part I think.
    Eliza Madrigal: the birds were all 'interested' in the hoopoe's attainment and saw the value for a glimpse perhaps, then the hoopoe takes it on to say "Okay, this isn't kept from you. Here's what you do..." So it isn't necessarily coercion but a test?
    arabella Ella: does the poem not say we are continuously being tested?
    Eliza Madrigal: then all the birds have to self examine
    Bleu Oleander: why follow a Hoopoe/mystic?
    Eliza Madrigal: that's what I'm saying, my impression was they wanted to
    Bruce Mowbray: about the inner Hoopoe?
    Eliza Madrigal: or thought they did
    Mickorod Renard: yes Eliza, thats how I see it
    Mickorod Renard: self examine
    Agatha Macbeth: A hoopothesis
    Eliza Madrigal: hahaha
    Storm Nordwind: Ouch!
    Bleu Oleander: :)
    Eliza Madrigal: they wanted what they may have felt the hoopoe has, but maybe not yet
    Mickorod Renard: how can we see anything if we can't see ourselves
    Bruce Mowbray: ╔═.♥.═══════════════════╗
    Bruce Mowbray: •~-.¸¸,.-~*' BEAUTIFUL !
    Bruce Mowbray: ╚═══════════════════.♥.═╝
    Mickorod Renard: and if God is within..well?
    Storm Nordwind: Try Second Life in mouselook!
    Eliza Madrigal grins
    Bleu Oleander: lol
    Bruce Mowbray: " The kingdom of God is within you."
    Bleu Oleander: not sure what that means?
    Bruce Mowbray: ( And also within the mouse)
    arabella Ella: I've got to be off goodnight everyone!
    Storm Nordwind: Goodnight Ara!
    Eliza Madrigal: god and man inventing each other perhaps
    Eliza Madrigal: Night Ara!
    Agatha Macbeth: NN Ara
    Bruce Mowbray: G'nite, ara!
    Bleu Oleander: nite Ara
    Mickorod Renard: and who matters, maybe we only matter to ourselves
    Tura Brezoianu: goodnight Ara
    Agatha Macbeth: Sleep well
    Mickorod Renard: nite ara
    Bruce Mowbray: my personal view on this, being a pantheist Taoist of sorts, is that everything he either has to be God . . . or nothing is.
    Bruce Mowbray: no "he" in that.
    Mickorod Renard: just like Being?
    Bruce Mowbray: yes exactly like being itself.
    Agatha Macbeth: The tao that can be named is not the tao?
    Bruce Mowbray: right.
    Agatha Macbeth nods
    Bruce Mowbray: no need to name it; just be it.
    Bleu Oleander: we're already being
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Storm Nordwind: Just realize you already are it
    Bruce Mowbray: isn't that what the hoopoe was trying to point out.
    Bruce Mowbray: ?
    Mickorod Renard: just gotta find it under all the junk
    Bruce Mowbray: yep.
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh the junk!
    Bruce Mowbray: but even the junk . . . and maybe especially the junk . . . is also IT!
    Eliza Madrigal: maybe hoopoe 2.0 who is a little less bossy
    Storm Nordwind: ye splease
    Bleu Oleander: so we can keep our possessions?
    Bruce Mowbray: yes, I don't like bossiness either.
    Agatha Macbeth: Son of hoopoe
    Storm Nordwind: Hoooo! poo too
    Bruce Mowbray: it depends on your attitude toward those possessions.
    Storm Nordwind: Ooops
    Eliza Madrigal laughs
    Agatha Macbeth looks sideways
    Bruce Mowbray: time for me to be scraping up supper . . .
    Eliza Madrigal: hold them lightly
    Storm Nordwind shrugs at the autocomplete
    Agatha Macbeth: Scrape well Brucie
    Eliza Madrigal: don't mistaken them for the point/all meaning I guess, and all is OK
    Bruce Mowbray: goodbye for now fellow pilgrims.
    Bleu Oleander: who said we need to hold them lightly and all of them lightly?
    Eliza Madrigal: bye Bruce, ty!
    Bleu Oleander: bye Bruce
    Agatha Macbeth: TC :)
    Mickorod Renard: so, do you think these poems on an indiviual basis are trying to unravel our thoughts to help us find our true being?
    Bleu Oleander: is there a point of all meaning?
    Mickorod Renard: bye Bruce
    Storm Nordwind: Mick, I think Attar was trying to do that in the context of 12th century Islam. Not sure it would work in the West today.
    Bleu Oleander: the poem needs context agree
    Eliza Madrigal: if one doesn't aspire to the hoopoe's vision the no need for any reframing or questioning of personal current
    Mickorod Renard: Storm, would you think that is because we have become so reliant on our comforts?
    Storm Nordwind: No. I think it's because we've become less reliant on a deity in our lives
    Bleu Oleander: I'm not so sure we can generalize for everyone
    Eliza Madrigal: one spoiler I'd really like, which has been hinted at, is, do they eventually learn to fly as a collective?
    Tura Brezoianu: The hoopoe's path is all about surrendering to the ecstasy of divine love, to God, and to the skeikh (guru), and the last of those doesn't play too well today.
    Mickorod Renard: Is it because we have become so sure of ourselves?
    Storm Nordwind: Look at the self-help shelves of any bookstore to answer that one Mick :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Mm
    Mickorod Renard: he he , a bit like diets
    Mickorod Renard: but a true diet is in the head
    Tura Brezoianu: They do eventually set out.
    Agatha Macbeth: Yay!
    Eliza Madrigal: thank you :)
    Mickorod Renard: yep..time up
    Agatha Macbeth: Ding
    Mickorod Renard: thankyou all for another great chat session
    Agatha Macbeth: Aren't we great?
    Eliza Madrigal: :) thanks Mick and everyone
    Mickorod Renard: I wonder what we will come up with next
    Agatha Macbeth: Depends where the path takes us :p
    Mickorod Renard: is everyone ok with the pace?
    Eliza Madrigal: I feel slower than everyone today- there were a bunch of questions in this session!
    Agatha Macbeth: I am
    Mickorod Renard: great
    Eliza Madrigal: every time I thought to ponder we were on to a next, lol
    Mickorod Renard: sorry Eliza
    Eliza Madrigal little birdies spinning around my head
    Eliza Madrigal: Oh, no sorries, it is why I re read!
    Agatha Macbeth: Read the log and give yourself more time to digest
    Agatha Macbeth: Right!
    Mickorod Renard: please post it in an email and we can set them aside for discussion
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Great minds...
    Storm Nordwind: I do tend to read the whole lot and then find we discuss maybe 10% of it. Rather a lot of effort for a little return (in a way)
    Agatha Macbeth: And maybe comment at the end
    Mickorod Renard: I had a big report too
    Agatha Macbeth: Maybe this should be two hours? ;-)
    Eliza Madrigal: sort of is :)
    Bleu Oleander: :)
    Mickorod Renard: If we made the read ction shorter there is a fear of stagnation
    Bleu Oleander: 2 hours is too much for me :)
    Eliza Madrigal: I wasn't meaning to criticize btw, it is really nice to work with lots of questions
    Agatha Macbeth: Our minds are too active it seems
    Mickorod Renard: need short books really, maybe we do superman comics next..he he
    Eliza Madrigal: :P
    Bleu Oleander: there are many questions ... good questions are better than answers :)
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Storm Nordwind: Hear hear
    Mickorod Renard: well, super girl, pictures better
    Agatha Macbeth: More questions than answers as Johnny Nash said
    Mickorod Renard: my mind is going in loops at the mo, like the question in the Prisoner..'why'
    Eliza Madrigal smiles
    Agatha Macbeth: Why did you resign Mick?
    Mickorod Renard: he he
    Agatha Macbeth: Careful Rover doesn't come for you
    Mickorod Renard: I am not a number
    Agatha Macbeth: You are a free Mick
    Mickorod Renard: yayyyy..free to go mad
    Storm Nordwind: A free radical?
    Agatha Macbeth: Thought you already were :p
    Mickorod Renard: ok, on that note.....unless Eliza wants to ask a question
    Bleu Oleander: free from what?
    Bleu Oleander: oops ok
    Bleu Oleander: hold that thought
    Mickorod Renard: grin
    Eliza Madrigal laughs
    Agatha Macbeth listens
    Bleu Oleander: gotta go deal with crazy pooch
    Agatha Macbeth: Woof
    Eliza Madrigal: ((crazy pooch))
    Bleu Oleander: take care all bfn
    Agatha Macbeth: TC Bleuji
    Storm Nordwind waves
    Mickorod Renard: bye Bleu ty
    Mickorod Renard: ok, I am sneaking off
    Agatha Macbeth: We can see you...
    Eliza Madrigal: sneakily announcing beforehand
    Tura Brezoianu: goodnight all
    Eliza Madrigal: Night Tura!
    Agatha Macbeth: Be seeing you :)
    Mickorod Renard: thanks again, I wish I could be the hoopeo and give soome answers
    Eliza Madrigal: :) you are a much funner hoopoe
    Agatha Macbeth: And boss us
    Mickorod Renard: grin
    Storm Nordwind: Mick the Mage
    Agatha Macbeth: A running hoopoe too
    Mickorod Renard: be seeing you
    Storm Nordwind: Bye Mick!
    Agatha Macbeth smiles

    Sansar et al.

    Agatha Macbeth: What exactly is the orange and green thingy?
    Storm Nordwind: Well, that's there to mark the possible perimeters of land someone wants. Linden Lab have been very slow apparently to service the support ticket
    Agatha Macbeth: Bless them
    Agatha Macbeth: Probably too busy mucking around with Sansar
    Storm Nordwind: Yes. Downloaded that yesterday. Going to give it a try
    Eliza Madrigal will await reports
    Eliza Madrigal: I don't want to push my computer any farther but am curious
    Storm Nordwind: Apparently it was built with VR in mind, but you're not supposed to need it
    Agatha Macbeth: My video card won't even do it
    Agatha Macbeth: Needs DX11
    Storm Nordwind: The specs are fairly demanding, yes
    Agatha Macbeth: And I sure ain't gonna upgrade just for Sansar
    Eliza Madrigal: something 'on the horizon'
    Storm Nordwind: Not sure yet whether content creation is as easy as it is in SL.
    Storm Nordwind: But it sure looks good.
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh I'd expect it at least to look good!
    Agatha Macbeth: (If nothing else)
    Storm Nordwind: After what Riddle said in a recent session, I thought I'd check out all the virtual worlds out there
    Storm Nordwind: And there's almost nothing
    Agatha Macbeth: From what I hear SL is still the best of the bunch
    Storm Nordwind: Certainly Sansar is the only one that looks better than SL
    Storm Nordwind: Seems so Agatha
    Storm Nordwind: Many have come and gone
    Eliza Madrigal: Fox once made a comment that the 'bad' graphics in SL actually benefit the medium for those who wish to converse/have some kinds of meetings... but maybe we've reached a point where that won't remain true
    Agatha Macbeth: A lot of them seem to be for kids
    Eliza Madrigal: I miss feeling really immersed/carried along
    Agatha Macbeth: Yes Liz
    Storm Nordwind: Those that say "next generation graphics" are citing a slogan from 2008. In other words, we already have it in SL
    Agatha Macbeth: Ha
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Agatha Macbeth: 'The future was yesterday' 
    Eliza Madrigal: my computer doesn't even handle the pretty SL shadows well, but I'd definitely upgrade if there was something compelling going on
    Agatha Macbeth: We're not compelling enough? ;-)
    Storm Nordwind: Anyway. I'm going to try Sansar - with a view to seeing whether it would benefit PaB - and I'll report back :)
    Eliza Madrigal: well, I mean if my compelling people were doing more there
    Eliza Madrigal: hah
    Agatha Macbeth: Hehe
    Eliza Madrigal: thanks Storm :)
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh good thinking Stormy
    Agatha Macbeth: That will be interesting
    Storm Nordwind: I was in a club last night in SL and stepped in front of a spotlight and was amazed to see my detailed shadow on a wall!
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh my
    Agatha Macbeth: Freaky
    Storm Nordwind: Then I realized I have two graphics cards, a beefy machine, and all the sliders set to the right.
    Eliza Madrigal: shadows make everything so much better... 3 years ago I had shadow envy of your SL photos, Storm
    Agatha Macbeth: Yes, helps
    Eliza Madrigal: I can only turn on that option for a moment before havoc arrives
    Storm Nordwind: the trick is not to specify too good a shadow. They're fuzzy edged in the real world, so better to save your computer and turn the spec down a bit
    Agatha Macbeth: You mean George?
    Eliza Madrigal: :)
    Eliza Madrigal: you remind me he is so patient waiting for me to finish session to walk him....
    Agatha Macbeth: Woof
    Storm Nordwind admires Eliza's shadow ;)
    Eliza Madrigal: ((((friends))))) thanks for everything, have pleasant evenings
    Eliza Madrigal smiles
    Agatha Macbeth: Cast a giant shadow...
    Storm Nordwind: Lovely to see you :)
    Agatha Macbeth: TC LIz

    Food glorious food

    Agatha Macbeth: Anyways
    Storm Nordwind: It's Thursday and time to head out for our diner for Smacdown burritos :)
    Agatha Macbeth: I'll get this posted before I doze off
    Agatha Macbeth: Mmm
    Storm Nordwind: Good idea
    Agatha Macbeth: No hoopoe in it I trust?
    Storm Nordwind: It's a burrito that (from the ingredients) should not work at all. But it does.
    Agatha Macbeth: Ah
    Agatha Macbeth: An interesting concept
    Agatha Macbeth: I know people like that :p
    Storm Nordwind: How about scrambled eggs, chorizo, macaroni cheese, tater tots and the best pork green chili?
    Agatha Macbeth: That works!
    Agatha Macbeth: Any pickle with it?
    Storm Nordwind: Doesn't need it
    Agatha Macbeth: Noted
    Storm Nordwind: Extra chili sauce
    Agatha Macbeth: Chili chili...
    Agatha Macbeth: Makes me feel like dancing
    Agatha Macbeth: Looking forward to this party
    Storm Nordwind: The portions are so big, we bring it home and it feeds us for the whole of Friday too
    Agatha Macbeth: Oh my
    Storm Nordwind: Best go get it.
    Agatha Macbeth: And give the dog what's left?
    Agatha Macbeth: Heheh
    Storm Nordwind: Nope
    Storm Nordwind: Bye for now! :)


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