K responds to her visit to SecondLife as Vinda Lakells:
This is very weird. I think the people are lonely folk who can’t be with people, have friends and exist in real life. I think this is a substitute for life. I don’t think this is healthy very much at all. Instead this is very addictive. People get addicted sitting alone in their apartments. Now my roomates are calling me by my SL name, which is strange because she is just a little robot I made for make-beleive.
S Responds to his 3rd or 4th time in SL, this time with the third participant, our roomie Vinda. (Response was translated into English from Spanish by Chelsey)
I think I want to post some of my music to be played in one of the cafes. Its surreal that you can exist in a place like this, and play music or DJ. Creative outlets- it kind of reminds me of interactive way of existing like when I am composing music on my laptop. I get isolated from the world in order to compose, and I sort of float in that world of musical notes. I don’t come out often, and sometimes people’s words- like when Chelsey says something to me when my head phones are on- become part of the music I produce. Not literally, but they find themselves their in notes and tones and syncopations. SL is kind of like that, except that in that world it is not just me and my notes, there are a breadth of other people hanging out- and dancing! Dancing! I would like to be able to show my music here. Even compose here, and compose from the rythym of the people walking around… Like I am making right now a symphony of NYC- it would be a symphony of SL. With Chelsey’s voice in it, and the kittens at my feet. Its when you get into the mode…”
C (That’s me) responds to the time with both S and K in SL :
That was weird. I was sitting at my kitchen table, and my roomie was in her bedroom. My boyfriend was not home, but he teleported “home” via SL from his recording studio. It was a strange mix of being in more than one place at once- in two worlds at once with one person, together in digital points and physically separated by a door. Knowing exactly where the other digital-point-being was hanging out, what he was wearing and doing and where he was sitting twenty blocks away in a reccording studio. I could smell him in my apartment. And he had a different name in SL.
K hated this entire experience. She thinks its un-organic, mind-numbing, and an element contirbuting to separation and stupidity and un-activism in our society. Its going to be difficult to get her back in.
