Zana Sherman was fortunate that this weekend wasn’t as academically busy as it would become closer to the end of term. It seemed that her social calendar was compensating, by sending her invitations to meet with people she loved or enjoyed. Aside from Alon Cohen on Friday night, though, she was holding things to only an hour or so, and joining up with them on the way to other venues, such as the laundry or the Psych House … the graduate students’ name for the departmental offices. Even for a college student … at least one as diligent as Zana … socializing wasn’t everything ….
But she stretched the limits at Saturday lunch, because the meal was with Dara Furtano-Fa. The relationship with “Big Sis” ran back to when Dara had saved the lives of both Zana and her mother on the construction stage of The Land of Fantasy, her mother’s famous theatre. Not only had Zana met Dara that day, but the accident had set events in motion that led to Dara’s getting the cyborg conversion she had desired … and all that had arisen in the ‘borg community since.
Both women had a fondness for a restaurant in Vidran’s Arosen sector that offered what the owner called “Mongolian grill,” but served up al fresco. They were deep in discussion at a shady table outside the restaurant, situated on a food court in one corner of the district’s park. “And so the term’s going well so far?” Dara asked as their tea arrived. The sun of Videra’s primary glinted off her sunglasses, worn mostly for fashion’s sake, as ‘borgs’ eyes were quite capable of handling bright sunshine. (The sun also gleamed off the integuments of both women, golden on Zana and silver on Dara; they had chosen the shady table to spare the eyes of other diners and passersby as much as possible from the reflection.)
All of the blog women have shot photos for Christmas card — which will be coming up on the 25th, by the way — and we’re also adding our dresses as fashion photos.
O holy night The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope The weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees Oh hear the angel voices O night divine O night when Christ was born O night divine O night, o night divine
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The details:
Head: LAQ Noelle 3.06 Bento
Body and feet: Maitreya Lara 4.1
Eyes: IKON Hope (Sapphire)
Hair: C H A R M E Roxy (available at current round of Swank)
Gown: Sascha’s Designs Snow Princess (available at current round of Swank)
Shoes: Italiano Linda
Accessories: Zuri Rayna Ariel Elite suite (necklace, earrings and bracelet); Zuri Rayna cross pendant necklace; Sascha’s Designs short gloves (white) (available at current round of Swank); Paper Couture diamonds and pearl ring (vintage); Agata Mode Carla fur stole (vintage)
Among the traditions that had held on in show business, the Green Room was one of the most persistent. Nobody knew for sure why the room set aside as an actors’ lounge was called “the Green Room,” and Ariel Sherman had heard of many rooms that weren’t painted or otherwise decorated in green, but there the name was. And when they had built the original Land of Fantasy Theatre out of the old pleasure house, Ariel had included a Green Room — though it was a touch more open to other people than just the performers in the revue — and insisted it be “correctly” decorated with green walls. Though she doubted few theatres had ever gone in for expensive draped green satin wallpaper; but, with the seed credit the cyborgs of Videra had to start with, why not splurge a little?
She did the same thing some ten years later, when The Land of Fantasy added a supper club to the front of the theatre building. Again, walls hung in green satin, gentle holo-abstracts and other artwork, and comfortable furniture provided relaxation for performers preparing to go on before the club’s patrons. And, as the club’s first performer — a change from starring in the main revue for so long — there Ariel was, breaking in the room … with a nasty case of stage nerves. Why in hell do I put myself through this? she wondered in her mind as she dragged hard on her cigarette holder. Years of performing six nights a week, multiple interview appearances on the ‘screen, even two virt-vids to my credit by now, and I still get stage fright before an opening.
It’s a beautiful mornin’
I think I’ll go outside a while,
An’ just smile.
Just take in some clean fresh air, boy
Ain’t no sense in stayin’ inside
If the weather’s fine and you got the time.
It’s your chance to wake up and plan another brand new day ….
— “A Beautiful Morning,” by Edward Brigati and Felix Cavaliere
We’ve actually managed to get a lot done this week, and so I rewarded myself with a side trip. I did a little shopping at the Liaison Collaborative, then went up the stairs to the other, “non-affiliated” areas (shall we call them), and found some nice spots to shoot in while I’m wearing this dress. I really love Baiastice; in fact, I went to the main store(“Horrors! You shopped at the main store???“) the other day, and spotted a bunch of things that I’ll snaffle up when I get a chance. Even lots of the “classic” Standard Sizing items will still work on a mesh body.
Extracted from Web site of The National Inquisitioner (tabloid), November 26, 2017, “Hollywood Glam” column by Ramona BelGrande:
Hollywood shone someplace other than in Hollywood last night, as luminaries from across all the fields of the film industry gathered in Van Nuys, California – yes, Van Nuys – to celebrate the 75th anniversary of the New York première of Casablanca, the little film that many consider the greatest movie ever made. To commemorate the occasion, Warner Bros. caused a recreation of elements from the famous movie sets, especially Rick’s Café Américain, to be built near one of the runways at the old Van Nuys Airport. A few parts of the movie’s airport scenes were filmed at this airport, and the studio persuaded the City of Los Angeles to close that runway for the night. Everyone who could bought or otherwise acquired a “lettre de transit” (a ticket) to the event; there have even been rumors of deals made on the black market to obtain the precious tickets, not unlike in the film.
The party consisted of two parts – an open-to-all street carnival, with entrance fees going to charity, conducted in the streets of the “old souk”; and the star-studded extravaganza party in the evening. The carnival was well attended by everyone in the morning; but many celebrities pulled away in the afternoon to prepare for the black-tie affair – almost as big an affair as the Red Carpet on Oscar Night. After all, “everyone comes to Rick’s.”
And what a night it was! Notables from around the world, as well as descendants of six of the stars, attended the function. Grandchildren of the original playwrights and screenwriters, as well as a member of the family of director Michael Curtiz, were also present. And, as you can see from the photographs, styles and fashion ran rampant. Some came to the soirée in modern fashions from New York, Paris and Milan; many more chose to channel classic Forties Hollywood glamour. And others created a wild yet wonderful fusion between the past and the present ….
Taking a smoke break outside of the strip club near the station’s main promenade, the bleached-skin woman tries to gather her energy and determination for the next round back inside ….
I work in the chorus doing three shows a night
Wearing fishnets and feathers under blinding white lights
I’ve served shots to hard hats who had booze on their lips
Been fondled and leered at for an occasional tip
And it don’t get no better, but it can’t get no worse
For the working girl’s world is the size of her purse
From Detroit to Des Moines it’s the same ugly scene
I’m a cog; you’re a wheel
He’s a king; she’s a queen
From the smokestacks to the meat racks
When you’re eyelined and curled
There’s a lot to be said for the working girl
Sweating for sweet water just to run through your hands
Six kids in Cleveland for one wedding band
Tied up to a mill loom for the minimum wage
A nest egg’s a daydream that never gets laid
And it don’t get no brighter, but it’s clearer to see
There ain’t no working girls like the ones on T.V.
From Detroit to Des Moines it’s the same ugly scene
I’m a cog; you’re a wheel
He’s a king; she’s a queen
From the smokestacks to the meat racks
When you’re eyelined and curled
There’s a lot to be said for the working girl
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I’m wearing:
Head: Akeruka Monika 2.5
Body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
Skin: Fallen Gods Pure Ivory
Eyes: IKON Sovereign (Quicksilver)
Hair: Letituier Samba
Nails: Absolut Vendetta Elisa
Attachments: Vista ProHands hands 2 Maitreya Lara feet 4.1
Bienvenue sur le Rue Bourbon, dans le ville de La Nouvelle-Orléans! At this time of year, the biggest parties of the world are held in Mobile, Rio de Janiero, the Caribbean islands, and especially to American minds, in New Orleans, where Mardi Gras provides the traditional closeout to the church calendar season of Epiphany. Jem and I took it a little farther than short tops and tons of beads this year; it looks like we should be on a float for one of the famous Crewes!
And no, Peter Minuet, we won’t flash you our boobs for beads. (Laughing)
Second Life® with Harper, Conan, Jem, Diana and Morgan
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