6 – More About Eliza’s Typist

For her typist, there was a feeling of rescue about the energy and enthusiasm that showed up with Eliza.  She couldn’t help but go along, although not Buddhist and though her interest in meditation had to then consisted of counting breaths at stoplights for stress control, and an interest in hypnotherapy.

Her favorite quote:

“I would suggest that science is, at least in part, informed worship.” – Carl Sagan

She was also mother to three and a sometimes educator, finding little place of belonging in existing networks, most of which had come to feel like cramming into too small shoes. In this light it makes sense that Typist began to follow the lead of Eliza’s fresh-eyed curiosity, and to inhabit the quite dynamic world quickly generating around her.

2 – About Eliza

Eliza was lured into being by the idea of a Coldplay concert. Coldplay had performed in Second Life as a way to promote Barack Obama’s presidential campaign, though she hadn’t been born in time to attend. In this she was similar to her typist who had been born in 1970, a year to the day after Woodstock.

Curiosity had already taken hold however, and she appeared, fish to water, wearing a pink polka dotted dress and short ponytail, to see what might be seen. Which wasn’t very interesting at first. Moving her way through a dry tutorial, following gigantic arrows, typing gestures toward other figures that also seemed quite lost, wasn’t what she had in mind at all.

Nevertheless, she persisted. 😉

And by fidgeting around, learned to search.

Maybe she found the coffee shop first, or the London clothing store, where she paired a wildly pouffy flowered dress with bold tribal tattoos. At which point she went nowhere for about a week, one morning spending about two hours standing near a bench, just clicking profiles and listening to others chat.

She didn’t initiate conversations, startled to find herself quite shy.

It was in front of the coffee shop that someone first requested Eliza’s friendship, and took her to find a more suitable walk than SL’s then default, duck waddle. The new walk, worn like a piece of clothing, felt too sensual at first, quite strange, yet it was that feeling that began to register her senses as an avatar, giving traction, urging her to stay in and more freely explore.  She continued browsing stores, but also found poetry and book sites, then an Irish Pub. She was asked to dance, and experienced a parade.

Lounging at Shakespeare’s Sister, perusing the shelves, and listening, listening, listening… she realized that not only was this world interesting in and of itself, but bursting with souls she might know and learn from.

Next: Chapter Three – Buddha on the Road

1 – Meeting Eliza

Meeting Eliza

If you were to meet Eliza, she would ask you lots of questions. She would want to know how you appeared there (where she is), what you were looking for just before you arrived, maybe even what your last thought was. She would want to get a sense of whether or not you, in fact, know where you are, and why.  While listening intently, her arms would sway back and forth, occasionally opening into something like a distant embrace.  Then, she would probably, although not definitely because it would depend on your answers, take you to Play as Being.

It would be hard not to go.

In avatar years, Eliza is nine years old, which for humans is something like being perpetually sixteen. She is tall usually, and seldom not brunette, which is not to say you would recognize her in your next encounter.  Well, you will, but only because her name will be prominent in a bubble over her head.

Yours will too, so don’t worry.

Ask Eliza the origins of her name, and she will know it has a vague relation to the Renaissance era and to music.  She won’t know much about the poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay that her typist read over and over again before fathoming its meaning.


Next: Chapter Two – About Eliza