tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5111334857890364912024-02-19T23:09:32.013-08:00Alison Binder in Second LifeSamarkandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064043255526071956noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511133485789036491.post-73798217112141604362007-02-16T05:15:00.000-08:002007-02-18T23:54:05.582-08:00Nice Friday...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63NZPXMWYONFCqw6w94EwQqDccLFwjj96WdQpQnj_ScSP60D0rw8VSe4MubkOEPLhYK3zv3jJ87VJQcLgyrJS4Vl83bSUMb0QwcLkeeY8S7n_Qxqhrc93HUBs1nYBlsuJSoKt-etHBpI/s1600-h/ane+ali.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj63NZPXMWYONFCqw6w94EwQqDccLFwjj96WdQpQnj_ScSP60D0rw8VSe4MubkOEPLhYK3zv3jJ87VJQcLgyrJS4Vl83bSUMb0QwcLkeeY8S7n_Qxqhrc93HUBs1nYBlsuJSoKt-etHBpI/s200/ane+ali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032862911496685090" /></a>Ane and my humble self went to New York City and as usual their streets were almost deserted. We disguised ourselves as <strong>robots</strong>. Of course, without take with us the weapons because they were prohibited.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoWc-z4qwomzy-Q8QaDJq7gqEjUikkzhpADKXVSo3i9blDo1XtElASU7TfVVZWKHx6stIZCRlA3LoQB7iaohrCZCsvE1hiALloUu8BaCYNGJwAXH1F2PhHkE7qscBa2QoknXyKEMkWU4/s1600-h/brazaneali.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinoWc-z4qwomzy-Q8QaDJq7gqEjUikkzhpADKXVSo3i9blDo1XtElASU7TfVVZWKHx6stIZCRlA3LoQB7iaohrCZCsvE1hiALloUu8BaCYNGJwAXH1F2PhHkE7qscBa2QoknXyKEMkWU4/s200/brazaneali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032863980943541826" /></a><br />Walking by the city we find a <strong>paralytic in a wheelchair </strong>asking the people for money, clothes, food... We spoke to him, we took photos, we gave currencies, shoes, clothes and we offered our friendship to him. As friends we could teletransport it to the Club Sin in Logan, where always there are a lot of people and maybe this charming Brazilian boy could earn more money.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MrXEXMFGsXw335CLfIuNp_ViBMZ4P6latkyswTaeFKMuCptnzFSrd6jikGqXQJFhK-yysSVaUXLndAOf6BSuoW-YgH2xAI-5VWtncqFrhIUm06jfgs2MFqE5ETX9YdrB0pJbhdLwoLo/s1600-h/dancebeach.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MrXEXMFGsXw335CLfIuNp_ViBMZ4P6latkyswTaeFKMuCptnzFSrd6jikGqXQJFhK-yysSVaUXLndAOf6BSuoW-YgH2xAI-5VWtncqFrhIUm06jfgs2MFqE5ETX9YdrB0pJbhdLwoLo/s200/dancebeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032864500634584658" /></a><br />Whereas I make money seated in Logan, somebody make me a teletransport to <strong>Aloha Beach</strong>, a precious nudist beach.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguL2IRm_d9XVI4IgtSgYrBssuU6JT7wlERviEBSIWFlOSLYJbJEJckz3459gaHD8gMBjH4aemBaNnadA5DwmHB9wVCftuP9DRq6N3ioZLu2CehN_29a7x8uCCFuHWYfcP36lCI8GwNvBc/s1600-h/Nudistbeach.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguL2IRm_d9XVI4IgtSgYrBssuU6JT7wlERviEBSIWFlOSLYJbJEJckz3459gaHD8gMBjH4aemBaNnadA5DwmHB9wVCftuP9DRq6N3ioZLu2CehN_29a7x8uCCFuHWYfcP36lCI8GwNvBc/s200/Nudistbeach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032876736996411090" /></a><br />There it is possible to danced, ride in a dolphin, take a shower, take the sun, make love, receive boxes free and listen the sound of the waves. In this beach I also saw <strong>the first vamp </strong>of Second Life. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMUPe1ZabZwU0yorcMP82SAqC0C9Q93nLL8uhCMKoY8Nb5piu63YG2hWfferkG3-qnsp1KDHgsNIlWIsDNxd1N1wIkTALGQ9Sn1zvYw0UEl5n5w5ZKc_j1gH28o0D5do6fTW5PSVTdi0/s1600-h/vampi.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMUPe1ZabZwU0yorcMP82SAqC0C9Q93nLL8uhCMKoY8Nb5piu63YG2hWfferkG3-qnsp1KDHgsNIlWIsDNxd1N1wIkTALGQ9Sn1zvYw0UEl5n5w5ZKc_j1gH28o0D5do6fTW5PSVTdi0/s200/vampi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032878983264306914" /></a><br />I also show the first girl with <strong>marks of bikini </strong>in its skin. If there is something in this life that I hate more than soup, are the marks of the bikini on the skin!!! Also I knew the French <strong>punk more cool </strong>and fantastic that I ever know, but this was the following day.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFnFnEZZmcURARJPcNMDxRv4AwJQNftBjibJZKivubvwcddj-OtZXdKtnR3JSc-g4tN_k2dBoN9ZHwl4ZblhqvFXbjF9ix6cDkQpvp0Ajy771Dn5QrJojDZwf9c2mub60vqeWSYRoqGi4/s1600-h/bikini.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFnFnEZZmcURARJPcNMDxRv4AwJQNftBjibJZKivubvwcddj-OtZXdKtnR3JSc-g4tN_k2dBoN9ZHwl4ZblhqvFXbjF9ix6cDkQpvp0Ajy771Dn5QrJojDZwf9c2mub60vqeWSYRoqGi4/s200/bikini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032879399876134642" /></a><br /><br /><strong></strong>Samarkandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064043255526071956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511133485789036491.post-8257543084437492632007-02-15T23:49:00.000-08:002007-02-15T23:54:33.337-08:00Friends...<b>When you feel so bad, friends are the best medicine, although sometimes nor that...</b><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUoB8zoOXPxIpltobYmtIk6151C5QJY1DIEOM43fY9IJ5HvPrwWJntFsdnFVdCeLfYD1zRq5W1j57BhBiqvJVpgPEKwSeNwp7B5z9DVtOSslY0RVCc5wuZgT-7UD-UVjZ8kbecSPgg1jw/s1600-h/friends.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUoB8zoOXPxIpltobYmtIk6151C5QJY1DIEOM43fY9IJ5HvPrwWJntFsdnFVdCeLfYD1zRq5W1j57BhBiqvJVpgPEKwSeNwp7B5z9DVtOSslY0RVCc5wuZgT-7UD-UVjZ8kbecSPgg1jw/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032036164651943442" /></a><i>Another red letter day<br />So the pound has dropped and the children are creating<br />The other half ran away<br />Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber<br />Got a pain in the chest<br />Doctors on strike what you need is a rest<br /><br />It's not easy love, but you've got friends you can trust<br />Friends will be friends<br />When you're in need of love they give you care and attention<br />Friends will be friends<br />When you're through with life and all hope is lost<br />Hold out your hand 'cos friends will be friends - right till the end<br /><br />Now it's a beautiful day<br />The postman delivered a letter from your lover<br />Only a 'phone call away<br />You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number<br />As a matter of fact<br />You're getting used to life without him in your way<br /><br />It's so easy now, 'cos you got friends you can trust<br />Friends will be friends<br />When you're in need of love they give you care and attention<br />Friends will be friends<br />When you're through with life and all hope is lost<br />Hold out your hand 'cos friends will be friends - right till the end<br /><br />It's so easy now, 'cos you got friends you can trust<br />Friends will be friends<br />When you're in need of love they give you care and attention<br />Friends will be friends<br />When you're through with life and all hope is lost<br />Hold out your hand - friends will be friends - right till the end<br /><br />Friends will be friends<br />When you're in need of love they give you care and attention<br />Friends will be friends<br />When you're through with life and all hope is lost<br />Hold out your hand 'cos right till the end - friends will be friends<br />Yeah yeah</i><br /><br />(QUEEN - Friends will be friends)Samarkandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064043255526071956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511133485789036491.post-90874176279548700172007-02-14T06:15:00.000-08:002007-02-14T08:32:39.227-08:00Black & blue...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJZ6JWy_eGRXTDUqKSMJ7dGgHoEPPLxx4JA7LDKV43laF5jx2HeMjc0iR8JNath9dfVxOZOMDx4WFOP3ggpsDZptVF3qB3TNpsCJsvhMvZ36HTNUU6Hiu41-ee4Njd1arCJAlvcJ5pNI/s1600-h/140207.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJZ6JWy_eGRXTDUqKSMJ7dGgHoEPPLxx4JA7LDKV43laF5jx2HeMjc0iR8JNath9dfVxOZOMDx4WFOP3ggpsDZptVF3qB3TNpsCJsvhMvZ36HTNUU6Hiu41-ee4Njd1arCJAlvcJ5pNI/s320/140207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031393693379036658" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Today I feel blue and my clothes are black as my heart...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The more sad I am, the more compulsive gambler I become...</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSqpySk52JM4PkXEijStYeYajg32az8r5FZhYiijl5l1pFSvNxftAmqAL75i4_Bil99dt2de0Senu99igVo2UyF2fAxwDymiHMIyP0PPXXJaKSHyeztzx2vm1ZrufWk-1Ga-gMSVuYFA/s1600-h/triste_001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXSqpySk52JM4PkXEijStYeYajg32az8r5FZhYiijl5l1pFSvNxftAmqAL75i4_Bil99dt2de0Senu99igVo2UyF2fAxwDymiHMIyP0PPXXJaKSHyeztzx2vm1ZrufWk-1Ga-gMSVuYFA/s200/triste_001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031422443890116098" /></a><br /><i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /> When I'm feeling blue,<br /> All I have to do<br /> Is take a look at you, <br /> Then I'm not so blue<br /> When you're close to me, <br /> I can feel your heart beat<br /> I can hear you breathing in my ear<br /><br /> Wouldn't you agree, <br /> Baby you and me, <br /> We've got a groovy <br /> Kind of love<br /><br /> Any time you want to, <br /> You can turn me on to<br /> Anything you want to, <br /> Any time at all<br /> When I kiss your lips, <br /> Ooh I start to shiver<br /> Can't control the quivering inside<br /><br /> Wouldn't you agree, <br /> Baby you and me, <br /> We've got a groovy <br /> Kind of love, oho<br /><br /> When I'm feeling blue, <br /> All I have to do<br /> Is take a look at you, <br /> Then I'm not so blue<br /> When I'm in your arms, <br /> Nothing seems to matter<br /> My whole world could shatter, <br /> I don't care<br /><br /> Wouldn't you agree, baby you and me, <br /> We've got a groovy <br /> Kind of love<br /> We've got a groovy kind of love, <br /> We've got a groovy kind of love<br /> Oh, we've got a groovy kind of love<br /><br /><br />(A Groovy Kind of Love<br /> Phil Collins)</i>Samarkandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064043255526071956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511133485789036491.post-63133180694981260062007-02-12T07:05:00.000-08:002007-02-13T04:14:04.629-08:00Today... dancing day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigC4L2NVGt8ZnDaNepHCrhSD7KN1XdEuUVkuMMwTtZ788w0HWxwjFAKcRD0v01_jGH4UypzbJwhvMBcQzKtmAG2Q7m3FOfFhHtSNXgR1hskvy1_rOoxwqr7xS2ZUqtERr4bQZ2Uqusk30/s1600-h/alison1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigC4L2NVGt8ZnDaNepHCrhSD7KN1XdEuUVkuMMwTtZ788w0HWxwjFAKcRD0v01_jGH4UypzbJwhvMBcQzKtmAG2Q7m3FOfFhHtSNXgR1hskvy1_rOoxwqr7xS2ZUqtERr4bQZ2Uqusk30/s320/alison1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030986972861007314" /></a>This morning I'm dancing to make money. Thanks to Ane who let me her place in the pad.<br /><br />So I let Led Zeppelin play:<br /><br /><i>Dancing days are here again<br />As the summer evenings grow<br />I got my flower, I got my power<br />I got a woman who knows.<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />I said its alright<br />You know its alright<br />I guess its all in my heart<br /><br />Youll be my only, my one and only<br />Is that the way it should start? <br /><br />Crazy ways are evident<br />In the way that youre wearing your clothes<br />Suppin boze is precedent<br />As the evening starts to glow.<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />I told your mamma Id get you home<br />But I didnt tell her I had no car<br />I saw a lion he was standing alone<br />With a tadpole in a jar.<br /><br />Chorus<br /><br />Dancing days are here again<br />As the summer evening grows<br />You are my flower, you are my power<br />You are my woman who knows.</i>Samarkandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08064043255526071956noreply@blogger.com0