Red Light District
I've spent last couple of nights in a nice and vibrant place called Red Light District. Pretty little town square with a fountain, some shops, a church and, you guess, a lot of escorts. I am not sure if escorting is the oldest occupation of second life but one of the most active it surely is. And one that can give you a nice dose of surprises and questions as well. Read more…
Know Thyself
I started writing serious smartass stuff, at the same time looking for something to distract my mind. Tiessa was a good partner in that crime, offering me a barbie test. And I like all those things in the flatworld with lot of radio-buttons which spits you an image, three sentences of funny text and html code for linking on MySpace. Hybrid of an oracle, a photo booth (you remember those?) and a fortune cookie. And I feel like doing a bit of self-discovering. Read more…
Memories Of An Avatar
Lot of things and talks lately lead to this. My human, my typist, driver, OP… whatever you call that living form in the meatspace is screaming. By that illusion of immersionism we, my human and me, feel separated. That hurts both of us. Read more…
When You Least Expect It
It is not like I am going to use the voice. There are bunch of reasons. But I am ok with voice existing in the world. We can live together once Lindens make the grid working and voice not making additional pressure on the database. But, I want that wall of the privacy, that line between avatar and human to remain untouched. And it is not only about my voice. It is voice of other residents too. Some of them at least. But, sometimes, you cannot escape it. Sometimes it comes when you least expect it. Read more…
Giving Your Gender Out
In today's blog post Letizia made a little surprise to all of us. She even posted the photo of her and her human. Physically, they are not alike. They are both wearing glasses, but he is taller and has longer dark hair. And yes, he is… well, he.
So what’s up with this? Am I a compulsive liar? Am I a gender bender, or gay, or a perv? I don’t think so.
Avatar’s Mother Tongue
As you probably concluded from all the missing articles and strange constructions of sentences, English is not my mother tongue. At least, it is not a mother tongue of human me.
Yesterday I had the rare opportunity to meet and talk to someone in my mother tongue. And… huh… it was really a surprise.
Who Is on the Other Side?
It is not only question whether we are in action or just watching, it is also question whether we realize that there are real humans behind all those avatars we meet. First life tab on profile is rarely populated. And most often it is go away don't ask message. Maybe another picture from second life. Very few times I was presented to the face that could respond to the person on the other side of the grid. Read more…
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