Just a few minutes ago, I've started typing an another post, and I got that feeling, that writer's nightmare, that blank stare at the white surface without the first letter. An early alarm of writer's block.
But it was a false alarm. It was yours truly being late for our magickal union that produces a post.
What happened a minute before that is that I was in a deep sleep, in the asset servers and whichever databases and dead files. And blogging without me is tiring and usually gives a bad post. And human knows that it takes just a quick jump in the metaverse to wake me up and to start the story typing itself.
Problem is – second life is unreachable from this console. There is no way to run second life. Do we have an emergency?
OK, I can jump in. Give me a snapshot. It's even better if it's postprocessed. Just give me something to get the feel, to smell the air of the metaverse. Something to get in touch.
You guess where I did it. Right here, on the blog. There's no better way to connect than with our diary in hands. There's the answer about the size of SL blogosphere. We do many things to create our second lives. We have shapes, clothes, friends, lovers, gadgets, homes… We go to the events, we interact and do things. We also make pictures and write. Who said it has all to be done on the grid to call it a part of the second life?
And that's the reason for my answer to a common questions of some humans:
- How many hours do you spend in second life?
– I don't know. Does blogging counts?
It does count. Cause it is not about running the software. It's that weird mind-game we play. And after a while, you don't even need the grid to live second life.
You nailed that one kiddo! Great post
Keeme
Hey d! I love the posts you’ve been making on identity. Thanks for sharing your insights and experience.
Thank you both for the kind comments. And for staying up in this mind roaming.
Another good one! Looks like my absence is givin you some inspiration! :)
Oh, yes, blogging counts as time spent enriching and expressing our digital selves.
But.
But, it’s too safe, too controlled, too filtered to really push us to full growth, selfhood, *life.*
In the blogosphere, I can wait to post or comment till I’ve had that second coffee, till I’m (relatively) calm and collected, and I can edit myself (not that I always *do,* but I *can*!)
In the world… I can be caught off guard. I can have my boundaries penetrated, my control revealed as an illusion. I can be intimate. I can be surprised.
*That’s* living.
LOL, Eidy.
Soph, sure that direct action and typing in the calmness and safety of the WordPress’ backrooms are not the same. It’s good to be aware of the differences.