Nineteen Years in Second Life and Still Pretending I Know What I’m Doing


This morning, I received one of the few emails that doesn’t immediately make me wonder what subscription I’ve accidentally renewed. It was a friendly congratulations from Linden Lab, wishing me a happy 19th Rez Day. As if I needed reminding. Not that I had forgotten, of course. I absolutely knew. I was merely pretending to…

A Visit to Somewhere, Alphatribe Island


…Where My Sense of Reality Quietly Packed a Suitcase  There are places in Second Life that make perfect sense. A beach is a beach. A forest is a forest. A shopping region is where your Linden Dollars mysteriously disappear while you insist you were “just looking.” It also seems I’m developing a habit. Only a…

Second Life Dilemmas #2: Social Situations, The Unwritten Rules


Or: The Unwritten Rulebook Nobody Ever Gave You There are Second Life residents who log in, teleport wherever they feel like, happily start conversations with complete strangers, join voice chat without hesitation and somehow end the evening with six new friends, three group invitations and plans for a beach party next weekend. Then there’s the…