Hippie Bowman

I am not sure if I will be reprimanded and this post removed. However I am posting it nonetheless. I almost spit coffee all over my phone when I viewed it. It's a video about the Japanese Fanny Flambeaux doll. I did not know such a doll existed. This may be of special interest to you Maddy albeit you probably won't implement it in the same way the video shows. Well here goes. Peace!

Good morning! Happy rainy Thursday here in Tampa bay. I got out of the car at work this morning and nearly had to swim to the back door! Whew! Have a fantastic day all! Peace!

Happy peak of the week! Peace!

Hey hey! Happy Tuesday! Peace!

Val was a sweet kind sensitive lady. My life is better having know her. I met her on the forums many years ago. For sometime she was my sidekick on the comfy fire thread. I would come and raid her fridge from time to time. Her place in spectrum is fantastic. Val always paid attention to detail. I have very fond memories of Val. I will miss her. Peace!

Have a fantastic Thursday everyone! Peace!

Happy peak of the week all! Peace!

Good Tuesday morning! Peace!

Some sad news. Long time friend of mine and second life wife of Dom Redenblack, Valerie Inshan has passed away. The following is from Dom's Facebook. To all of Valérie's friends, sad news. Val had a terrible fall on the stairs a few months back, and almost died. In her surgeries and treatments, we had hope she would recover. Unfortunately, her pain increased terribly, and a CTI scan before Christmas showed oral cancer, advanced. We talked with the doctors about possible treatments, and her chances of survival were not great. If you feel a need to know more, please contact me in SL. Val was due for surgery, and I have just now a letter from her mother. Val died before the surgery. She would have been on powerful pain-killers and would have passed away without suffering. I will be keeping our home, her exquisite Spectrum, open in SL another month or two. Spectrum is truly a joy, every single object there whispers her name. Every single day that I spent with Val was a joy, and an adventure. She was a perfect mate for me, although we never met in RL. We had hoped to have a trip to Barcelona this spring, to enjoy the Gaudi and the cuisine. Farewell, my love ❤️ * From her mother just now: Je suis la maman de Valérie. Je suppose que vous êtes (Domitan). J’ai la douleur de vous apprendre la mort de Valérie. C’est horrible ! Je parle très mal anglais. Elle n’avait pas encore commencé son traitement contre son cancer. Elle est morte d’un arrêt cardiaque probablement ou d’une embolie pulmonaire. Elle pensait souvent à vous. Je suis tellement malheureuse ! Cordialement. Ms. LEOPOLD * Google translation: I am the mother of Valerie. I guess you're (Domitan). I teach you the pain of the death of Valerie. It's horrible ! I speak very poor English. She had not yet started treatment against her cancer. She probably died of cardiac arrest or pulmonary embolism. She often thought of you. I am so unhappy! Cordially. Ms LEOPOLD I am heartbroken. She was a classy lady and my sidekick in the early days of this thread. R.I.P. Val. Peace!

Good morning! Yeah. It's Monday! Peace!

I am so glad you enjoy this thread Miranda! Peace!

Good morning all! Happy Thursday! Peace!

Good morning everyone! Happy peak of the week! High five! Peace!

With hippiestock 9 coming this Saturday to Lagrange Point Spaceport in Second Life, I thought now to be a good time to talk a bit about hippies! We are stardust, we are golden, and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. Joni Mitchell/Crosby Stills & Nash What is a hippie. A hippie is not just a look. Your co worker or friend may be a hippie. Eventhough he or she is properly dressed, shaven, and shorn. When you think of a hippie your mind sees a long haired tye dye holes in jeans person. Flowers and beads hemp dresses and all that you would associate with a hippie. It is much more than that. To be a hippie you must have acceptance of other people's beliefs. You strive for peace and freedom. You are a dreamer. You help others and give freely of yourself. You are also deeply concerned about our planet and what it has become from human neglect and misuse. Just maybe you are a hippie too! The following is a few excerpts from hipplanet.com. 'Man's shortsightedness is blinding him to the true nature of the world. Our interconnectedness and dependence upon the ecological balance of the planet as a whole has been lost ever since science and religion split long ago. Hippies seek to regain this awareness so we can act in accordance with the needs of the greater system, rather than be a severe burden upon it. It's our Dharma.' 'Freedom is shedding those false needs and finding one's true place in the greater scheme. Understanding the interdependence of life is seeing beyond the material illusion (Maya) and witnessing the dance of energy that is the true nature of the universe. This is called enlightenment.' 'Of course we know that a perfect planet is unrealistic. People come to this planet to work out their Karma. Human beings must live and learn by their mistakes. But we need to see examples of how to live in peace and harmony before we can change ourselves. Christ and Buddha were two such examples, and look at how many lives they influenced. Imagine what a whole nation of Bodhisattvas could do! This is our dream. To live in harmony with each other and our planet. How close we come to achieving it depends upon each person's willingness to change themselves. May we all see the light. Peace!

Yeah! It's Monday! Let's make it awesome! Peace!

Hey hey! Happy Thursday! Peace!

Good morning! It's Wednesday but it feels just like a Monday! Back to work I go! Peace!

Happiest of New Year to all of you! Peace!

Yes. And lots of it! Peace!

Happy New Year Everyone! Let's make it an awesome one! Peace!

I hope everyone had a great Christmas. Looking forward to the new year! At the moment I am done with ham and Turkey. So I fired up the smoker today. Hum along to Monty Python's song Spam as you read the following: 🎶 Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Ribs! Lovely Ribs! Lovely Ribs! 🎶 ... or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and.... Ribs. Have a great windup to new year everyone! Peace!

Happy Christmas eve to all of you! I hope it is the best Christmas ever! 'Twas the night before SL Christmas, when all through the house Not a prim creature was stirring, not even a talking mouse; The stockings were rezzed by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Philip soon would be there; The prim babies were nestled and linked to their beds, While visions of cracker crumbs danced in their heads; And mamma in her flexies, and I in my chaps, Had just sat on poses for a long winter's nap, When out on the mega platform there arose such a clatter, I stood from my pose to see what was the matter. Away to the window I TP'd like a flash, Derezzed the shutters and unlinked the sash. The SL moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the environmental setting of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a scripted miniature sleigh, and eight scripted tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively with skill, I knew in a moment it must be St. Phil. More rapid than physical objects his coursers they came, And he IM'd, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Flasher! now, Lancer! now, Enhancer and Nixon! On, Vomit! on Stupid! on, Blender and Whitson! To the top of the prim! to the top of the wall! Now crash away! crash away! crash away all!" As dry leaves that before the Second Life wind fly, When they meet with an object, and mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of prim toys, and St. Philip too. And then, in my headphones, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little scripted hoof. As I held down the left arrow, and was turning around, Down the hollowed box chimney St. Philip came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his white flexie hair to his scripted boots, And his clothes had a texture, all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had rezzed on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a berry! His droll little mouth was drawn up with an AO, And the beard of his chin was as white as the textured snow; His scripted pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke particles encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round prim belly, That shook, when I clicked it like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a jerk of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, as he was not a talking prim elf, And rezzed things in all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his head, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rezzed; He TP'd to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight, Happy SL Christmas to all, and to all a good night!! On behalf of Lagrange Point Spaceport and LadySue and I, I would like to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, and a awesome New Year! The Bowman Family! Peace On Earth!

'Twas the night before SL Christmas, when all through the house Not a prim creature was stirring, not even a talking mouse; The stockings were rezzed by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Philip soon would be there; The prim babies were nestled and linked to their beds, While visions of cracker crumbs danced in their heads; And mamma in her flexies, and I in my chaps, Had just sat on poses for a long winter's nap, When out on the mega platform there arose such a clatter, I stood from my pose to see what was the matter. Away to the window I TP'd like a flash, Derezzed the shutters and unlinked the sash. The SL moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the environmental setting of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a scripted miniature sleigh, and eight scripted tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively with skill, I knew in a moment it must be St. Phil. More rapid than physical objects his coursers they came, And he IM'd, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Flasher! now, Lancer! now, Enhancer and Nixon! On, Vomit! on Stupid! on, Blender and Whitson! To the top of the prim! to the top of the wall! Now crash away! crash away! crash away all!" As dry leaves that before the Second Life wind fly, When they meet with an object, and mount to the sky, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of prim toys, and St. Philip too. And then, in my headphones, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little scripted hoof. As I held down the left arrow, and was turning around, Down the hollowed box chimney St. Philip came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his white flexie hair to his scripted boots, And his clothes had a texture, all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had rezzed on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a berry! His droll little mouth was drawn up with an AO, And the beard of his chin was as white as the textured snow; His scripted pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke particles encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round prim belly, That shook, when I clicked it like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a jerk of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, as he was not a talking prim elf, And rezzed things in all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his head, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rezzed; He TP'd to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight, Happy SL Christmas to all, and to all a good night!! On behalf of Lagrange Point Spaceport and LadySue and I, I would like to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, and a awesome New Year! The Bowman Family! Peace On Earth!

Good morning! Happy Friday! Looking forward to 11 days off! /me trembles with excitement! Peace!

Good morning everyone! Happy Thursday! Got your Christmas shopping done? It is the 50th year anniversary of Apollo 8 orbit of the moon. Here is a transcript of the Christmas message transmitted from lunar orbit, by the crew of Apollo 8 on Christmas eve 1968. We are now approaching lunar sunrise, and for all the people back on Earth, the crew of Apollo 8 has a message that we would like to send to you. James Lovell Frank Borman And from the crew of Apollo 8, we close with good night, good luck, a Merry Christmas – and God bless all of you, all of you on the good Earth. Peace!