I have to admit I’m going a little crazy with the bird avatars on Second Life.

Nostrum got me started. He was a raven, so I had to be a magpie. And then at the store where I was getting the magpie, they had a cheap dodo.

So I’m a dodo sometimes.

But I was chatting with Sugar Seville, and she said, Hey! Let’s form a group and flock around! Because she has this really great raven avatar, see… So I did a little research, and a group like that already exists. Except it only has four members (including me, now).

But this is the amusing one:

For a fee, a bunch of people in macaw outfits will show up and go CAW a lot, and flock around. Perfect for your event.

I like Bjork.

podcasting.isfullofcrap.com.

Weekly 100-word stories, by a bunch of people, assembled into a podcast. A bunch of Second Life people (including the host, Crap Mariner, hence the name). Some better than others, but isn’t that always the case? They’re so unpretensious, they don’t know the word ‘microfiction.’

Marco Landin: Wonder Facilitator!

Need a performer for your event? He’s the dude.

Tuna Oddfellow throws a party every Monday, and some other times as well.

Tuna’s parties are a little bit like this:

I’m wearing my ultra-fashionable cockroach avatar. Tuna is the bluish blur to my right.. He has a magic object that obscures what he looks like leaving only a patterned silhouette.

Don’t try too hard making sense of it. Tuna improvises the shapes and patterns. It’s all swirling and pulsating. Don’t go if you’re prone to seizures, or if your video card has less than 64 megs of RAM. My relatively new MacBook can barely keep up.

Ladies and gentlemen, DJ Qee Nishi at Organica on Happy Clam Island.

I have to admit I haven’t been ‘blogging much because not much is happening that I want to talk about. There’s a bunch of Second Life stuff that’s probably boring to 90% of you (and only mildly interesting to the other 10%, and if it were all that fascinating, you’d be logged in already, anyway).

I’ve been meaning to write some semi-philosophical observations about Second Life, and it’s mostly in the can (as they say), but again: Subject matter irrelevance.

I want to self-publish a book, kinda like what thenarrator did, and Prometheus before him, and probably some others I can’t remember at the moment. Mostly assembled topical ‘blog entries, revised. Mostly stories about being from Planet Asperger, because I think people might be interested, and it might be useful to someone.

This means I have to do revision, which I’m good at doing as long as they’re not my words. So I guess I’ll just have to struggle with it.

I’m still in Texas. I’ll be here through Christmas, and probably New Year’s, just so the travel isn’t so nasty. I’ll probably be flying, rather than taking the train. Though there is the thought that I could take the train to Chicago, then across the vast northern plains. I’d need a week in Chicago, though, to regain my sanity mid-trip. What a great plan.

And finally… I found the OHM Early Gurus Of Electronic Music 3-CD + DVD boxed set at Half Price Books for $12. Mine! Now I can listen to Morton Subotnick, Raymond Scott, and Louis and Bebe Barron to my heart’s content.

Yesterday afternoon, mom showed me the paper and said, “I wanted to go to this, but I’d forgotten about it, and it’s tonight..”

It turned out to be a mini-festival down underneath the Sabine St. bridge, downtown. A couple laptop performers, one making music and one doing video projections under the bridge.

There were a few hipsters..

But no one really dancing, even though it was very danceable chill/blip-hop, with some bizarre noisiness thrown in. Welcome to Houston, I guess.

My parents seemed to enjoy a night out, because you could wander away from the speaker stack and still hear and see.

A nice event. This is not the Houston I grew up in, by the way, and the two performers were from LA and Portland, OR.

Anahuac National Wildlife Refuge.

The Texas gulf coastal plain is flat.