Thursday, February 19, 2009

Harnessing the Power of Tesla

Kathy writes, "Flying through Steam Sky City yesterday, I noticed Miss Falcon had added a feature to her Tesla Tower: an (electric?) organ with enormous speakers. Using the Tower as a source of electricity, I estimated that the speakers could produce up to 130 decibels of sound, creating the possibility of setting a record right here in Caledon, and, of course, damaging the hearing of any audience members."

Of course [she continued], what constitutes "loud" may be far more subjective than a mere decibel reading would indicate, as this piece suggests. Gentlemen, gird yourselves before reading further.

For example, 808 State are probably the loudest band I've ever heard in my so-called adult life— the bass frequencies at a show they played in Boston several years ago actually made my testicles hurt. It really was like getting kicked in the balls, which is something that hadn't happened to me since I was a kid. Actually, it was more like that feeling you get 20 or 30 minutes after you've been kicked in the nuts— that sort of dull, aching pain.
Good times!

Air Taxis

I was minding my own business the other day at the Jameson Home for Incorrigible Gossips and Flirts when I saw an airship drift over the Downs. Peering at the ship through a handy spyglass, I saw that it contained no pilot!

Concerned that some enemy of Caledon had developed an unmanned aerial attack airship - let's call it the Predator, just to give it a name - my instinct was to scramble the Air Force and blast away. Unfortunately, I have no Air Force at my beck and call.

Instead, the best I could do was to jump in the Barsoom Express and plot an intercept course with the vehicle. Imagine my surprise when I tracked it to Mr. Bubba Daniels' airfield in the Downs! The airship made a gentle landing and de-rezzed.

I then saw a small aeroplane in the sky, equally unmanned. (The photograph above shows both craft.) Again, I followed it to the airfield, where the aeroplane made a perfect landing on the airstrip.


Upon further investigation, it turns out that Mr. Daniels has started an air taxi service, with regularly scheduled flights to Oxbridge Village and other destinations.

I commend Mr. Daniels for his ingenuity in his development of automatic flight controls, obviating the need for a pilot, which no doubt contributes to his ability to offer this service for a reasonable fee (zero). And I'll give myself a nice pat on the back for my restraint in shooting down the vehicles until I determined their origin.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Random Observations

While attempting to assist a gentleman friend to obtain a suitable wardrobe - he is new to Caledon, and is endeavoring to adapt his attire to better blend in - I thought we had achieved success, thanks to a combination of Mr. Sands's waistcoats and Mr. Magellan's shoes, trousers, jacket, and tie. Then I noticed that the gentleman's ankles were showing.

I suppose I had given the matter little thought before yesterday, but gentlemen's outfits do not come with hose! The inventory Library provides ugly gray socks - something like an athletic sock that has not been washed for months - but nothing in the way of a basic black sock. I briefly considered the possibility that my friend was just too tall for his own good, and that the solution was longer trousers, yet that seemed an inadequate solution. I searched without success for black socks, until Mr. Magellan was kind enough to tell me that socks for gentlemen tended not to sell well, and that his solution was to create a passable sock texture in the avatar editing feature. Who knew?

While on my quest for hose, I found myself in Victoria City - a horribly laggy Victoria City, for some unknown reason - and there encountered two people. The first, an American Indian gentleman, was making his first visit to Caledon, though he was a grid veteran. We had a pleasant chat for a few moments. The second, pictured below, was perusing Miss Ellison's furniture.

She, too, was far from a newcomer. This suggests that she selected her attire out of the myriad of choices available over the past several years. Interesting choices. I thought Victorian furniture might fail to match the rest of her decor. She left before we could converse on the subject, however.

For a totally random observation, I will point out one of my typist's addictions: pens and paper. Yet, for all the choices available - and, let me assure you, my typist owns quite a few styles of paper, journals, notepads, spiral-bound notebooks, organizers, binders, and such - she is hopelessly disorganized when it comes to writing tasks. No one system seems to be suitable, so it's back and forth, back and forth among the various choices. The Levenger company is one of the chief enablers for this addiction, along with Fahrney's Pens. When will the madness end?

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

See the Sky About to Rain

Kathy ventured into Creamshop, an atmospheric town where it rains. All the time. On the bright side (so to speak), at least it was dark.

She landed at the edge of what appeared to be a sewer tunnel. With rabbits. (What is it with Second Life and rabbits? Or have Kathy and I just been lucky to keep hitting rabbit-infested locations over the past month?) "Hellooooo! Anybody out there?"


The rain came down hard, and she took shelter in a storefront, under an awning. The rain formed puddles under the street lamps.


Taxis roared by outside, while Kathy waited for a break in the downpour by looking through albums. (For you kids out there, albums were the compact discs of much of the 20th century. Sort of like 8" floppy disks instead of 5 1/4"...er, 3 1/2"...er, never mind. Anyway, they were analog things, and they contained music.)


All that rain is a little depressing. Sometimes the only thing to do is sit in a cardboard box and hope things improve.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Boys will be Boys - In Any Language

Kathy reports on an amusing end to the weekend:

Just a slice of (Second) life. I was exploring a house when I met a nice young lady (who will be denoted by her initials, WD, in case she finds this embarrassing). Some not-so-nice-looking gentlemen were just outside. After exchanging greetings, I said.

Kathy Jameson: My guess is that you're a few minutes away from the gentlemen outside coming in here.
WD: Men?
Kathy Jameson: Just outside. :)
WD looks around
WD looks for the door
WD: Oh my
WD: Well ... maybe I should not be in a public house
Kathy Jameson: Certainly at that point you might want to be on your toes. :)
...
[The door opens and two blingtards enter.]
WD: Anyone who wears tennis shoes that big can't be harmful
Kathy Jameson smiles.
Kathy Jameson: Quite possibly.
Densiz Erin: haha
Densiz Erin: hey
Kathy Jameson: Hello, gentlemen.
Densiz Erin: whats going on
WD: These are gentlemen?
WD: They look like kids [and they really did]
Kathy Jameson giggles.
Densiz Erin: centilmenler geldi dio
Densiz Erin: hey
Densiz Erin: play with we?
WD: And kids who don't speak english
WD: Oh wow
WD kicks him in the balls
Densiz Erin: ohh
Densiz Erin: :S
...
Densiz Erin: hey kathy
Densiz Erin: come
Densiz Erin: follow me
Kathy Jameson: Er, thank you, but no.
...
More foolishness, punctuated by my drawing my Webley and pointing it at Mr. Erin's face. Of course, the inevitable dialogue follows:

Densiz Erin: see u leeter bi.tches
xmail Avril: Fuck you WD Fuck you
xmail Avril: :)

[We decamp for another locale, a little distance away.]
WD: Boys are such a pain
...
Kathy Jameson: I'm afraid they're back for round two.
xmail Avril: Hi baby
xmail Avril: Four some gruop sex ??? Lady
WD: Now ... you both listen ... and listen well
WD: You young men need to leave us alone
Densiz Erin: hahaha
WD: Now
Densiz Erin: gelmezler bence
Densiz Erin: yalnız takılın dedi
WD: Or ... you will not like the consequences
Densiz Erin: dene bakalım
Densiz Erin: ehe
Kathy Jameson notes dryly ,"What we have here is a failure to communicate."

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Aether Salon: Corsets, plus: Amour at Auction

The Aether Salon in New Babbage hosted a most interesting lecture by Captain Red Llewellyn on Sunday afternoon. Well-attended as usual, nearly 50 people were on hand to hear Cap'n Red display her knowledge of corsets over the years...2000 of them. (A version of the good captain's talk is available through her Aetheric Journal, complete with diagrams.)





Cap'n Red lectures.


Miss Viv Trafalgar presides, with Captain Maelstorme Smythe conducting the auction afterward.


I listened raptly.

Afterward, the Salon auctioned off the time and services of fifteen worthy ladies and gentlemen, including (below, L to R) Miss Ceejay Writer, Captain Llewellyn, and Mr. ZenRascal Mandelbrot. At far right, er, "Mr." Reghan Straaf in top had and, ah, tail.
The auction was to benefit the Salon and the organization Roomtoread.org. The lovely Miss Canolli Capalini, whose services went for an eye-opening L$1,800.
The auction rules seemed to suggest that any services provided were to be negotiated between the winning bidder and the person auctioned, so propriety forbids me from inquiring further.

Mardi Gras Parade

Mr. Iason Hassanov organized a Mardi Gras parade through Caledon. Although I was late in joining the parade route, I took a few photographs to commemorate the occasion.

Mr. Hassanov on his elephant.


Mr. Cato Quan and Miss Mari Moonbeam on the New Toulouse fire truck.


Mr. Denver Hax driving the porpoises, with Mr. Podruly Peccable in front, on cymbals.


Miss Aevalle Galicia's hilarious float.
Yours truly watches the parade and waves the flag.

The lovely Miss Eleanor Anderton, watching the parade in a costume no doubt appreciated by all.


Left to right: Miss Caladon Rae, Jaegermeister Mavromichali Szondi, and the Guv himself, as Mr. Desmond Magic.

Gathered at the end of the parade, in Port Caledon.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Messing About in Boats

That charming young lady Miss Minako Masala and I chugged about pleasantly in my little steam launch, traveling across many of the USS sims, Blake's Sea, and partway around Nautilus.

Mr. MarkTwain White waved and warned us of pirates but, fortunately, we saw none.

Methinks surely a strange civilization built Nautilus.

At any rate, there are indeed few things more pleasant than messing about in boats.

Friday, February 13, 2009

The Tooth Fairy Cometh

For some days now, I have been debating whether I want to write this particular Journal entry. I try to keep things light-hearted, and focused on Caledon and related areas, or, at the very least, Places on the Grid. This is neither light-hearted nor Grid-related. Still, some things must be said.

Eight hundred billion dollars of additional port-barrel spending! Money that the U.S. government does not have, ostensibly for the purpose of “stimulating” the economy. This is more than irresponsible; it is insane. We are mortgaging our future for a minor goosing of spending and an audacious power grab by craven politicians. Consider:

1. The price tag will only grow, as no one can imagine that new spending, once in place and staffed with empire-building bureaucrats and attracting a rent-seeking constituency, will ever fade away. The additional spending will continue for years to come.

2. The money has to come from somewhere. Are the Chinese willing to lend an additional $800 billion, in return for American I.O.U.s? How about you, friend? Can you spare a billion dollars? At the very least, such borrowing will force up interest rates, making life difficult for businesses and individuals who need to borrow money (say, for mortgages? Hmm.) Printing more money, which is the alternative, is simply inflationary. Debtors with fixed-rate loans make out when inflation is high, but everyone else loses.

3. The money must be repaid somehow. This is a debt that will saddle us with higher taxes for years to come. Maybe that suggests we pay a little more attention to how the money is being used.

4. The long-run impact of additional government spending is likely to be negative. According to the Congressional Budget Office, the rise in government debt would crowd out private investment to the point that, by 2019 – not too far away, ladies and gentlemen – the “stimulus” would reduce GDP by 0.1 to 0.3 percent.

5. In the short run, the spending is likely to produce some gains – but less than the costs. To put it another way, the Keynesian “multiplier” – the increase in GDP from an additional dollar of spending – is almost surely less than one. As Professor Robert Barro notes, anyone who claims that a dollar of additional government spending yields more than a dollar of incremental GDP has to explain why the “stimulus” should be limited to $800 billion. Why not a gablillion dollars, and we’ll all be rich? (Barro’s own research, involving additional spending during wars, yields a multiplier of about 0.8.)

6. There is a tradeoff between spending money quickly and spending it wisely. Supporters of this porcine package point to investments – in infrastructure, such as roads, and in knowledge – that will increase productivity in years to come. Surely some of those claims are true. But returns will not help goose the economy today, so there is no need to rush to spend the money. Furthermore, we should be making (and are making) these investments in the ordinary course of business, as long as the investments pass a cost-benefit test. Instead of doing so, Congress is in an unseemly haste to spend money, like a car salesman trying to get his customer to drive the new car off the lot today.

It’s hard to understand why Americans aren’t screaming with rage at this naked exercise in rent-seeking that will ultimately impoverish us. Part of the answer is that 40% of all adults pay no Federal income tax (a bipartisan bit of foolishness), so they have no direct stake in the future costs of this fiasco. (The indirect costs – higher interest rates, higher inflation, and slower growth – are more abstract and harder to understand, though ultimately more important.) But I suspect the principal reason is that Americans have increasingly come to believe that the government is there to make their lives easier, and it can be done costlessly. Like the child who magically receives money from the Tooth Fairy for no effort beyond falling asleep, the public believes in the Comfort Fairy, who will magically solve their problems while they sleep, leaving behind a low-interest mortgage, cheap gasoline, a high-paying job, free health care, and a generous retirement at age 50. Easier to believe in a woman who leaves a shiny new quarter in exchange for a discarded tooth, but millions apparently do.

Beneath the Vernian Sea

Having discussed the wonders of the Vernian Sea, at least the part above water, I determined to descend below the surface to explore what lurks below.

The clock tower provided a means of descent, and I found myself in a network of tunnels, the glass clearly of some modern design to provide sufficient strength to withstand the pressures of the sea outside.


The tunnels led to various chambers. My camera could not do them justice from the inside. I returned to the surface and entered a submersible to provide some perspective on the underwater complex.



Truly a marvel of engineering!