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	<title>Comments on: Remembering Carmen Hermosillo</title>
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		<title>By: Shufei Zenith</title>
		<link>http://alphavilleherald.com/2008/08/remembering-car.html/comment-page-1#comment-80593</link>
		<dc:creator>Shufei Zenith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2015 04:44:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I never knew you, humdog.  But I have learned as you have learned, and now from you.  Virtual worlds fail us, the hopes we poured into them, the riots of colour and desire.  It&#039;s inevitable that they do so.  In this, I plead a neoLuddite&#039;s invocation of McLuhan.  

But virtual worlds do contain ghosts.  They haunt where no one dares to look, in the &quot;silence&quot; of your &quot;signs&quot;, in the shabby corners of design bugs, in the detritus of forgotten, tawdry simscapes, in essays long unpublished, in photos of forgotten &quot;friends&quot;.  Is a ghost or two of yours there, too?  If you had not played with cyberspace, cyberspace would have found it necessary to invent you.  After all, mendacity can not forget the shadows it seeks to negate.  This is mimesis.  And cyberspace is indeed hung on lineaments of digital mendacity.  

All the same, the ghosts...  That&#039;s karma, I reckon?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I never knew you, humdog.  But I have learned as you have learned, and now from you.  Virtual worlds fail us, the hopes we poured into them, the riots of colour and desire.  It&#8217;s inevitable that they do so.  In this, I plead a neoLuddite&#8217;s invocation of McLuhan.  </p>
<p>But virtual worlds do contain ghosts.  They haunt where no one dares to look, in the &#8220;silence&#8221; of your &#8220;signs&#8221;, in the shabby corners of design bugs, in the detritus of forgotten, tawdry simscapes, in essays long unpublished, in photos of forgotten &#8220;friends&#8221;.  Is a ghost or two of yours there, too?  If you had not played with cyberspace, cyberspace would have found it necessary to invent you.  After all, mendacity can not forget the shadows it seeks to negate.  This is mimesis.  And cyberspace is indeed hung on lineaments of digital mendacity.  </p>
<p>All the same, the ghosts&#8230;  That&#8217;s karma, I reckon?</p>
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		<title>By: frogsmore</title>
		<link>http://alphavilleherald.com/2008/08/remembering-car.html/comment-page-1#comment-79892</link>
		<dc:creator>frogsmore</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Aug 2013 11:48:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>“Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity”
Vladimir Nabokov


My partner and I were lead to Carmen just last month through our personal research.  And though only a tiny remnant of her life is available to us, that peal has resonated with an unmistakeable clarity, even if its meaning is not yet manifest.  Already, Carmen is immanent with our lives.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>“Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity”<br />
Vladimir Nabokov</p>
<p>My partner and I were lead to Carmen just last month through our personal research.  And though only a tiny remnant of her life is available to us, that peal has resonated with an unmistakeable clarity, even if its meaning is not yet manifest.  Already, Carmen is immanent with our lives.</p>
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		<title>By: philc27</title>
		<link>http://alphavilleherald.com/2008/08/remembering-car.html/comment-page-1#comment-73415</link>
		<dc:creator>philc27</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 07 Jun 2011 21:03:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>To echo what Darren said, I&#039;ve been learning about Carmen&#039;s work and words following the BBC documentary All Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace, broadcast in the UK. I thoroughly recommend it, and I&#039;m looking forward to learning more about her work. It only saddens me to be doing it after her passing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To echo what Darren said, I&#8217;ve been learning about Carmen&#8217;s work and words following the BBC documentary All Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace, broadcast in the UK. I thoroughly recommend it, and I&#8217;m looking forward to learning more about her work. It only saddens me to be doing it after her passing.</p>
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		<title>By: oversharing &#124; The Bioskop Presents &#8230;</title>
		<link>http://alphavilleherald.com/2008/08/remembering-car.html/comment-page-1#comment-73293</link>
		<dc:creator>oversharing &#124; The Bioskop Presents &#8230;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 May 2011 13:52:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] far more complicated where power was exercised over the individual in new and surprising ways.  Carmen Hermosillo had been one of the earliest believers in the new communities of cyber space, her online name was [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Darren</title>
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		<dc:creator>Darren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 26 May 2011 21:33:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m hoping that there will be renewed interest in Carmen&#039;s thoughts after she was quoted in Adam Curtis&#039; programme &#039;All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace.&#039; It was on BBC2 but I&#039;m sure people who don&#039;t have a UK TV License could find a way to watch it?
Humdog&#039;s words are something that will stay with me &amp; I&#039;ll be spreading the name.
PS. Why is there no Wikipaedia page?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m hoping that there will be renewed interest in Carmen&#8217;s thoughts after she was quoted in Adam Curtis&#8217; programme &#8216;All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace.&#8217; It was on BBC2 but I&#8217;m sure people who don&#8217;t have a UK TV License could find a way to watch it?<br />
Humdog&#8217;s words are something that will stay with me &amp; I&#8217;ll be spreading the name.<br />
PS. Why is there no Wikipaedia page?</p>
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		<title>By: Dave</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dave</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 15:44:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I met Carmen somehow not too sure back in early 1996 I was fresh from the UK, we shared a meal at a Brazilian restaurant on the high street in Santa Cruz, we were trying to hatch a plan to build a website promoting artists and writers &#039;works and words&#039; for consulting gigs trying to sponsor a speaker going around universities.   She was funny smiley captivating and had this other world knowledge of deep inner hight tech computers,society and human interaction I had never comprehended, we both got tipsy on wine and discussed virtual worlds (like a friend of her&#039;s had made her a virtual gallery and put pictures in there for her to wonder around and look at), the Well, internet, futurism and such.  I brought the book &#039;High Noon on the Electronic Frontier&#039; at Georgina book store she was please to show me it on the new books island there and gave me tons of links to check out.  We kept in touch some but then my life got englufed into a startup.   Very, very interesting lady, I just finished watching &#039;The Gamer&#039; (been up since 2:30am worrying, one of the hightech jobless many &gt;_&lt;) and for some reason/trigger &#039;humdog&#039; entered my mind and I looked her up (she always said all I had to do was type humdog) and found she’s gone.  -_-  what a sweetie.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I met Carmen somehow not too sure back in early 1996 I was fresh from the UK, we shared a meal at a Brazilian restaurant on the high street in Santa Cruz, we were trying to hatch a plan to build a website promoting artists and writers &#8216;works and words&#8217; for consulting gigs trying to sponsor a speaker going around universities.   She was funny smiley captivating and had this other world knowledge of deep inner hight tech computers,society and human interaction I had never comprehended, we both got tipsy on wine and discussed virtual worlds (like a friend of her&#8217;s had made her a virtual gallery and put pictures in there for her to wonder around and look at), the Well, internet, futurism and such.  I brought the book &#8216;High Noon on the Electronic Frontier&#8217; at Georgina book store she was please to show me it on the new books island there and gave me tons of links to check out.  We kept in touch some but then my life got englufed into a startup.   Very, very interesting lady, I just finished watching &#8216;The Gamer&#8217; (been up since 2:30am worrying, one of the hightech jobless many &gt;_&lt;) and for some reason/trigger &#039;humdog&#039; entered my mind and I looked her up (she always said all I had to do was type humdog) and found she’s gone.  -_-  what a sweetie.</p>
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		<title>By: callie cline</title>
		<link>http://alphavilleherald.com/2008/08/remembering-car.html/comment-page-1#comment-10958</link>
		<dc:creator>callie cline</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 00:43:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i just heard to day that &quot;montie&quot; my queen died. i met her nearly 3 years ago through a dear friend &#039;wandering yaffle&#039;. at our first meeting in her office for the herald, i was a bit intimidated by her wit, wisdom and presence. even in avatar form there was something quite powerful about her. she accepted me warmly and i believe in that conversation she asked me to consider writing for the herald.

i remember being shocked, a mere &quot;newbie&quot; stock skin and all in the presence of such an intriguing woman. listening to her and wandering speak i felt so out of place and ignorant of this new world i had just been &quot;born&quot; into.

after a few more visits, she and i began to speak more, with me asking most of the questions. we shared a love for music and for wandering (as a friend) and art, literature and even fashion. recently being assigned as a photographer for wanderings, &quot;black library&quot; i shot a photo of &quot;montie&quot; and after giving it to her, she asked me to take more and invited me to see the beginnings of her new sim, &quot;shivar&quot;... it was a passion she held and carried deeply in her. i loved our many &quot;skype&quot; conversations about so many subjects and always was warmed by her encouragement to me.

one day she invited me to decorate her beloved shivar and even paid me! it was my first real job. she treated me like royalty, giving me an office, beautiful things and one day she told me, &quot;you know you&#039;re the princess of this castle don&#039;t you callie? and i said, &quot;me? why?&quot; and i remember her saying, &quot;you are, you always will be...&quot;

i was so happy because she was so excited and i found a game where a queen made me a princess! and i didn&#039;t have to kill anyone or shoot people.

she had our dresses for the opening made by famous designers, mine was made by sachi vixen. i could NOT believe how gorgeous it was and how much montie cared that i LOVED it, and i did!

she then commissioned me to take portraits of all the shivari tribe and it was quite an honor. they are still there today including the one i took of her.

she gave me my first shop &quot;logos, photography&quot; and encouraged me when i tried my horrible hand at designing, saying, &quot;oh sweetie you stay at it, you&#039;re gonna go far!&quot;

she was always a joy to speak with and we shared many hours on skype, in chats and she just had a graciousness and warmth about her that i shall never forget.

when pighead was doing his book it was she who told me, &quot;caLLie, pighead wants you in his book.&quot; she worked hard to connect us and was always cheering on those close to her.

i heard of her death today and was saddened greatly. i wont forget her, ever, and the impact she made on my SL and RL. she was an amazing woman and i wish all the love and comfort possible to her friends and family.

i love you montie, my queen!

xoxo,

caLLie, your little princess
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i just heard to day that &#8220;montie&#8221; my queen died. i met her nearly 3 years ago through a dear friend &#8216;wandering yaffle&#8217;. at our first meeting in her office for the herald, i was a bit intimidated by her wit, wisdom and presence. even in avatar form there was something quite powerful about her. she accepted me warmly and i believe in that conversation she asked me to consider writing for the herald.</p>
<p>i remember being shocked, a mere &#8220;newbie&#8221; stock skin and all in the presence of such an intriguing woman. listening to her and wandering speak i felt so out of place and ignorant of this new world i had just been &#8220;born&#8221; into.</p>
<p>after a few more visits, she and i began to speak more, with me asking most of the questions. we shared a love for music and for wandering (as a friend) and art, literature and even fashion. recently being assigned as a photographer for wanderings, &#8220;black library&#8221; i shot a photo of &#8220;montie&#8221; and after giving it to her, she asked me to take more and invited me to see the beginnings of her new sim, &#8220;shivar&#8221;&#8230; it was a passion she held and carried deeply in her. i loved our many &#8220;skype&#8221; conversations about so many subjects and always was warmed by her encouragement to me.</p>
<p>one day she invited me to decorate her beloved shivar and even paid me! it was my first real job. she treated me like royalty, giving me an office, beautiful things and one day she told me, &#8220;you know you&#8217;re the princess of this castle don&#8217;t you callie? and i said, &#8220;me? why?&#8221; and i remember her saying, &#8220;you are, you always will be&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>i was so happy because she was so excited and i found a game where a queen made me a princess! and i didn&#8217;t have to kill anyone or shoot people.</p>
<p>she had our dresses for the opening made by famous designers, mine was made by sachi vixen. i could NOT believe how gorgeous it was and how much montie cared that i LOVED it, and i did!</p>
<p>she then commissioned me to take portraits of all the shivari tribe and it was quite an honor. they are still there today including the one i took of her.</p>
<p>she gave me my first shop &#8220;logos, photography&#8221; and encouraged me when i tried my horrible hand at designing, saying, &#8220;oh sweetie you stay at it, you&#8217;re gonna go far!&#8221;</p>
<p>she was always a joy to speak with and we shared many hours on skype, in chats and she just had a graciousness and warmth about her that i shall never forget.</p>
<p>when pighead was doing his book it was she who told me, &#8220;caLLie, pighead wants you in his book.&#8221; she worked hard to connect us and was always cheering on those close to her.</p>
<p>i heard of her death today and was saddened greatly. i wont forget her, ever, and the impact she made on my SL and RL. she was an amazing woman and i wish all the love and comfort possible to her friends and family.</p>
<p>i love you montie, my queen!</p>
<p>xoxo,</p>
<p>caLLie, your little princess</p>
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		<title>By: Albert Patton</title>
		<link>http://alphavilleherald.com/2008/08/remembering-car.html/comment-page-1#comment-10957</link>
		<dc:creator>Albert Patton</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 20:42:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I loved my cousin, I had no idea that she had this other life, all I remember is I should have told her not to catch the watermelon! Love Albert
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I loved my cousin, I had no idea that she had this other life, all I remember is I should have told her not to catch the watermelon! Love Albert</p>
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		<title>By: Margarite</title>
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		<dc:creator>Margarite</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 19:16:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for your comments about my sister, Carmen.  Her Second Life thing was something I knew nothing about, but it sounds like she made a lot of friends.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for your comments about my sister, Carmen.  Her Second Life thing was something I knew nothing about, but it sounds like she made a lot of friends.</p>
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		<title>By: Tom Boellstorff</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tom Boellstorff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 01:02:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m very sorry to hear of Carmen&#039;s passing. I didn&#039;t know her well, but her interview with me was one I&#039;ll never forget - such a sharp mind, the kind of person who keeps you on your toes, but at the same time very generous. It&#039;s clear she was one of a kind. My condolences to her friends, family, and colleagues.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m very sorry to hear of Carmen&#8217;s passing. I didn&#8217;t know her well, but her interview with me was one I&#8217;ll never forget &#8211; such a sharp mind, the kind of person who keeps you on your toes, but at the same time very generous. It&#8217;s clear she was one of a kind. My condolences to her friends, family, and colleagues.</p>
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