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music: “Lauren’s walking” by Angelo Badalamenti \”Lauren\’s walking\” ~Angelo Badalamenti
One day in 2008, I was sitting on my ranch on Costa Rica Sims wishing I could find a Brahma Bull. I had horses and chickens and even a goat but no bull. I looked all over Second Life and came up with nothing. I knew a clever builder at the time named Laan, and I asked him if it were possible to make one . He said, “Get me pictures and I will try.” So I scoured all the best Google shots I could find and sent them to him. I had a bucking bull, a Longhorn which looked like this:
I was really hoping to have a bull that looked like this:
Well Laan made a beauty in record time, but it had a problem, it was stationary and I was hoping it could move and look more alive. So I remembered a scripter I serendipitously found myself riding a floating bed in La Reve with one night, all very innocently, and I contacted him and asked if he would be interested in helping me out. I had a beautiful sculpted bull, but not animated and I wanted to see him alive and hear him bellowing.
I contacted Epic and he threw himself into the challenge. I understood through many communications from him in mysterious script-geek language, that because the bull was never made, thinking it might some day be asked to animate, it had to be deconstructed and reconstructed with that possibility in mind. I sent him a full perm bull and he was taking him apart in no time.
In the end, sheer will on the part of Epic was needed to pull Vector into line. He called it a “Mexican stand-off” and at times it was anyone’s guess who might win it:
It was even necessary at times for the scripter to change hair and bring Vector to me wherever he could find me to show me his latest small successes in bringing life to a stubborn sculptie. You have heard of a “Bull in a China Shop” ..well this is a Bull in a Dockside Bar in New Orleans.
Finally after many days and even weeks of trial and error, Epic tp’d me up to his sandbox and while we were just exchanging casual greetings, I looked over at Vector and…”He raised his head and cocked his eye” I started to cry. I guess if you remember I am a sensitive poet, my reaction was not so unexpected, but I did..I saw an idea just an idea, come into shape and then come alive before my eyes. It was such a proud moment I felt like the mother of a bull who had two proud fathers and I snapped a picture quickly to never forget this rush of exhilaration flowing in that second.
I wrote this poem
What is life, if not but an idea?
Before The Word there was a thought
Take a sculpted beauty and dissect it
breathe in the kiss of existence
with your other passion still so intact.
Late hours and numbers caress the spark
that lives in you and whips you on
a true god in a sandbox, that elusive number
the starting point.and then it moves..
Witness to the creation
I am called also back to the living
Oh to build is precious,
but to animate is divine!.
Finca le Generosa
Costa Rica Sims SL
July 14. 2008
After that I took him back to my ranch where he was well-fed, well cared for, ridden to keep him friendly and entertained by flamenco dancers on a daily basis, and this helped him get over his initial aversion to the color red too. Through the miracle of virtual cloning he had many just like himself to keep him company, but if you ever come to visit my ranch (and you all are most welcome) you will recognize Vector from all the rest as he is the only one who has a gold piece of ring piercing in his nose to show him off as the original bull of this story.