I Am Number 4

Four years old, in Second Life, that is.  In real life, I’m–  Well, let’s say that I’m old enough to remember when you could find a 7-Up vending machine.  I’m maybe a decade or so younger than that Texaco sign back behind me as I hang around the garage on The Mother Road, but they still had that logo until about the late Sixties or early Seventies.

Have I gained any new insights or wisdom in this past year?  Probably not.  I don’t look to Second Life for huge insights, or even small ones.  But it’s been fun, and a trial, and a creative experience.  Some see only the bad things, and shout at the top of their lungs, “Imminent Death of the Grid Predicted!”  I take it as it comes to me, day by day that I get a chance to enter the virtual world; and perhaps that’s an insight.  Yes, there are problems; yes, it sometimes seems as if nobody in San Francisco at Linden Lab is listening to us.  But also yes, I don’t expect perfection from what, even on other services, is still early days in the development of virtual reality.   I just enjoy what I can, try to keep my Linden dollar balance up despite huge shopping sprees, look for interesting places to pose in my lovely clothes that I couldn’t possibly afford in RL, make the occasional friend, and share in the creativity of my brothers and sisters in this not-quite-a-game, not-quite-reality.

Stay with me, bunky; it’s been a hell of a ride, and I’m still crackin’ the whip at the gerbils.

Posted October 11, 2011 by Harper Ganesvoort in Personal

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