Remembrance at New Years

On New Year’s Eve we sing this song, “For Auld Lang Syne.” Loosely translated this means “for (the sake of) old times.” While I do most of my living in […]

On New Year’s Eve we sing this song, “For Auld Lang Syne.” Loosely translated this means “for (the sake of) old times.” While I do most of my living in the present moment, I do like to remember those moments from the past that bring up warm and happy feelings. I often, upon entering into Second Life, seek to recreate one of those past experiences so to bring those feelings into my present moment. I have many happy memories from SL and it’s those memories that often bring me back to our virtual world. I decided to recount a few of these experiences.

Lollygagger Art Center

My earliest warm fuzzy memory was talking with an older gentleman who was a docent at the original Linden Library. His name has slipped into the slippery past but he was always outside of the library on Sunday evenings and was always happy to engage in a light hearted philosophical discussion. I loved to spend a few moments on a Sunday, sitting in a pretty location, quietly chatting with a friend.

Another day that keeps coming back to me as simply delightful for no particular reason was a visit to the, oh so very funky, Lollygagger Art Center.

Road Trip on a Mainland Sim

Road trips! Nothing brings back happy memories like road trips in SL. I have ridden motorcycles, horses, trains, planes and automobiles across many, many imaginary realms. Each one held treasures of roads to wander down, amazing architecture to study, wonderful vistas to see, and fascinating people, in unusual costumes and with unfamiliar customs, to meet.

Quiet places. I have loved to find coffee shops in SL. Over the years I have sat in many quiet corners with a good book to read and a steaming latte at hand. I don’t really want to meet anyone or engage in conversation. I just want to be in a “clean, well-lighted place” where I can find peace and let my soul expand.

A Quiet Coffee Shop

Those are the things I cast my thoughts back to when seeking solace in the now. Do you do anything like I do? Are there memories that inspire your daily sojourn into virtual worlds. I usually suggest places to go or things to do in this column, but today I encourage you to check out your past and see if today’s adventure might be rooted in a past memory.

Happy trails.

An early version of the song

Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On old long syne.
On old long syne my Jo,
On old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
On old long syne.


  • References to the song are from Wikipedia (
  • “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place” is the title of a short story by Ernest Hemingway.
  • Roy Rogers, cowboy from the past, always said “happy trails” at the end of his TV show.

Written and photographed by Deepthinker Oh (except for the banner at the top… I’m not sure who took that.)