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
--BELL--1.00
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: :)
--BELL--1.15
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
--BELL--1.30
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

(Blake)

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?
--BELL--1.45
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 !
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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!
--BELL--2.00
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
--BELL--2.15
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?
--BELL--2.30
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! :)