Virtual Suburbia

Snow Globe

Part of this year's Second Life Winter Festival, in Jill Mackenzie's Snow Globe (Zermatt 10,94,84) we finally find a build that captures the essence of home, not just as an archetype but as a pure idea, pure as the snow blanketing blemishes of doubt and despair, clear as an Alpha Channel, this humble build regales the visitor with ample conceptual spackle to smooth sundry cognitive fissures and miscellaneous bits of dissonance suspended like gold flakes in cinnamon schnapps.

The globe is accompanied by a circuitous toy train traveling relentlessly (to find its winning station) and simultaneously stunned like a reindeer in the headlights reflecting a savage quest for shelter, prisoners in a circumnavigable jail we bear the burden of our own creation the incessant bombardment of particulate that doesn't particularly matter, a primitive hut for the primitive Av we huddle in this bastion from the chill of fragile existence, psychotic penguin sentinels waiting to rez their gentle double−barreled persuasion you say you want a revolution bigger than baby Jesus, away in a manger with gifts of empty bottles, frankincense and tier. This frozen glass Eden is big enough for all our gods, those yet to be born, those reincarnate. Gods of war, this be your fortress, gods of porn this be your skybox in the ether, breath deeply, feel the precipitous embrace...

(Note: As of this writing Mr. Poutine has been restrained and temporarily placed in the care of family members in a secluded rural location, with internet access restricted to a dial-up connection. In the midst of being dragged away he muttered something about wanting to wish his many readers a happy holiday. You heard that right, he said many readers. Clearly delusional and reeling from his recent exposure in Hamlet Linden's New World Notes, Mr. Poutine will be receiving a needed rest.)

posted by Chip Poutine @ 12:50 PM