Showing posts from September, 2010

Calling All Vendors of Fine Goods in Caledon!

Next weekend (Oct. 8,9,10) is the Fourth Annual Caledon Harvest Festival! The Festival grounds will be in Caledon Rothesay and we are seeking Caledonian merchants to hawk their wares to eager residents. The following information contains all of the details you need to know to become a Festival Vendor. Please contact Festival Vendor Coordinator Bellaluna Galaxy to reserve your booth on the grounds!


Event: 4th Annual Harvest Festival
Location: Caledon Rothesay Festival Grounds
Dates: October 8, 9, & 10, 2010




We are excited to offer you the chance to participate in this year's Harvest Festival event.

A limited number of vendor spaces are still available for our weekend of fall festivities, and we welcome your participation!

This is a great opportunity to peddle your wares to our Caledonian resid…

More Hurricane Adolphe Adventures!

A movie from Mlle Patrice Cournoyer -

An eyewitness account from Mr. Danko Whitfield -

An expedition from Prof. Bodhi Paperclip -

Thank you to all of the Brave Souls who put themselves in harm's way to document the disaster!

The Fourth Annual Caledon Harvest Festival

It is the Harvest Moon!  On gilded vanes
  And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
  And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
  Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
  And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
~ H.W. Longfellow

Announcing the 4th Annual Caledon Harvest Festival! October 8-10. Details are forthcoming, but please contact me if you would like to volunteer for planning and organizing this Caledon tradition!

Reports from Hurricane Adolphe

The Storm, by Theodore Roethke


We creep to our bed, and its straw mattress.
We wait; we listen.
The storm lulls off, then redoubles,
Bending the trees half-way down to the ground,
Shaking loose the last wizened oranges in the orchard,
Flattening the limber carnations.

A spider eases himself down from a swaying light-bulb,
Running over the coverlet, down under the iron bedstead.
The bulb goes on and off, weakly.
Water roars into the cistern.

We lie closer on the gritty pillow,
Breathing heavily, hoping--
For the great last leap of the wave over the breakwater,
The flat boom on the beach of the towering sea-swell,
The sudden shudder as the jutting sea-cliff collapses,
And the hurricane drives the dead straw into the living pine-tree.

Pictures on the New Toulouse Koinup -

Other Resident Pictures -

Report from Tepic Harlequin -…

Hurricane Adolphe

The Storm, by Theodore Roethke


Along the sea-wall, a steady sloshing of the swell,
The waves not yet high, but even,
Coming closer and closer upon each other;
A fine fume of rain driving in from the sea,
Riddling the sand, like a wide spray of buckshot,
The wind from the sea and the wind from the mountain contending,
Flicking the foam from the whitecaps straight upward into the darkness.

A time to go home!--
And a child's dirty shift billows upward out of an alley,
A cat runs from the wind as we do,
Between the whitening trees, up Santa Lucia,
Where the heavy door unlocks,
And our breath comes more easy,--
Then a crack of thunder, and the black rain runs over us, over
The flat-roofed houses, coming down in gusts, beating
The walls, the slatted windows, driving
The last watcher indoors, moving the cardplayers closer
To their cards, their anisette.



Clouds on the Horizon

The Storm, by Theodore Roethke


Against the stone breakwater,
Only an ominous lapping,
While the wind whines overhead,
Coming down from the mountain,
Whistling between the arbors, the winding terraces;
A thin whine of wires, a rattling and flapping of leaves,
And the small street-lamp swinging and slamming against
the lamp pole.

Where have the people gone?
There is one light on the mountain.

I slowly opened the bottom drawer on the right side of my desk.  The small leather bound volume was there.  Right where I had left it.

I stared at it.  It's been a year since I have written in my journal.  A year of joys, sorrows, triumphs, lessons, comings and goings.  Am I ready to write again?  I began an argument with myself.  I have not opened this drawer in a year.  Why would I have opened it now if I was not ready?

I reached down, took the journal and closed the drawer.  I opened it, and flipped through the pages, skimming them.  I did not stop to read anything, but certain words and p…

Introducing Vintage Clothing Reproductions' "Gabi" Gown

I have had the pleasure of knowing vintage clothing designer Ms. Skye Qi for over 3 years in Second Life, and I am lucky that we've been friends for almost all of those years.  The first time I encountered Skye's work was in a fashion show in July 2007, about which I blogged here.  I was so impressed with her clothing that I engaged her to create my Court Presentation Dress for August of that same year.

I played music at so many parties that Skye held at her main store over the years, and I was incredibly blessed when she decided to move her business to New Toulouse a year ago.

Skye has been hard at work on a line of contemporary clothes lately.  I've seen several of her latest pieces, and they are, of course, excellent!  A few weeks ago, Skye completely surprised me by dropping an entire fatpack of a certain gown on me.  It's name?  "Gabi"  :-D

She has this gown in a multitude of colors.  For these pictures I, of course, selected a red one.

You can find the …

New Toulouse Bourbon Grand Opening Parties

I, Gabrielle Riel, Prim Minister of New Toulouse, cordially invite you to celebrate the Grand Opening of New Toulouse Bourbon today with the people of our wonderful Parish!

We are having two parties to accommodate varying resident time zones.

Date: Friday, September 17

European Time: 1:00pm - 2:30pm SLT

North American Time: 7:30pm - 9:00pm SLT

Location: The Edison Ballroom, New Toulouse Bourbon (

Theme: L'Art Séductif - today we celebrate the opening of our Red Light District sim with Seductive Art!

Attire: We encourage early 20th Century formal-wear, vintage Burlesque, attire inspired by a seductive painting, or dressed as a model in a seductive painting.

Music: Live on Radio Riel New Toulouse, provided by Gabrielle Riel. Tune in by opening a media player, finding its "Open Stream" or "Open URL" feature and enter: .

Radio Riel Volksmusik

I (Gabrielle) am proud to announce the launch of Radio Riel's sixth specialty music stream that provides music 24 hours a day, 7 days a week: Radio Riel Volksmusik.  Our newest stream features traditional and contemporary folk music of Eastern, Central and Northern Europe.  On Radio Riel Volksmusik you will hear music from Germany, Sweden, Norway, the Ukraine, Russia, Romania, Bulgaria and more.

To listen to Radio Riel Volksmusik:
Open a media player on your computer, such as Windows Media Player, iTunes or WinAmpFind the option under the menus that is called "Open URL" or "Open Stream"Enter the following URL: http://volksmusik.radioriel.orgIn honor of today's launch, Otenth Paderborn will play a special live Volksmusik program from 6:00pm - 7:00pm SLT on both Radio Riel Main Stream and Radio Riel Volksmusik.  If you are in Second Life, please join us at The Edison Ballroom in New Toulouse Bourbon (…

Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry

Oh, Oh, You Will Be Sorry, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Click here to listen.

Oh, oh, you will be sorry for that word!
Give me back my book and take my kiss instead.
Was it my enemy or my friend I heard,
"What a big book for such a little head!"
Come, I will show you now my newest hat,
And you may watch me purse my mouth and prink!
Oh, I shall love you still, and all of that.
I never again shall tell you what I think.
I shall be sweet and crafty, soft and sly;
You will not catch me reading any more:
I shall be called a wife to pattern by;
And some day when you knock and push the door,
Some sane day, not too bright and not too stormy,
I shall be gone, and you may whistle for me.

A Song of the Princess

A Song of the Princess, by Sara Teasdale
The princess has her lovers,
A score of knights has she,
And each can sing a madrigal,
And praise her gracefully.

But Love that is so bitter
Hath put within her heart
A longing for the scornful knight
Who silent stands apart.

And tho' the others praise and plead,
She maketh no reply,
Yet for a single word from him,
I ween that she would die.