About two months ago, we were searching for a title for a new track we’d completed about Identity Cards. I’ve studied Privacy Theory and have a few books regarding the subject from both the philosophical debate around personal and communal privacy, and the technology that frames and determines these moral/functional boundaries.
I won’t bore you with the the step-by-step account of the construction of the new _blacklibrary, I’ll just take you on a tour of the new building.
The first thing to notice is that the new building is much, much bigger. One of the lessons I learned from the previous attempt was that closed-in structures aren’t that easy to get around. There’s something decidedly clunky about avatar movement in Second Life, the animations appear jerky, you tend to over-run and over-fly things, bump into stuff, it all seems very unpolished in that respect.
Ah well, it’s a learning process, after all. There’s no getting around the fact that the plot in Hibdon is too small for my grand design ideas. Better to sell-up and find a bigger area to develop.
Luckily, it seems I’ve paid under the odds for my Hibdon plot, a quick scan of other plots for sale in the area shows that, unbeknown to me, the plot had been put on the market at a very generous price, maybe for a quick sale. I’d paid $2600 Linden Dollars for 1024 sqare meters, but I priced it up for sale at $4500 and it was snapped up within the day leaving me with a healthy couple of grand profit.
The sun is setting on the ground floor.
Walls! Every parcel of land that you own has a limit to the number of objects you can create on it. For this reason it’s important to be as frugal as possible with your building. Luckily there are a few tricks you can use to cut down the number of objects your design takes up.
Brave New World, sang David Essex in 1976 on Jeff Wayne’s rock-opera version of War of the Worlds. Essex played the Artilleryman, trying to carve out utopia from the walls of a cellar with his bare hands.
Such a tragic figure in Well’s novel, the Artilleryman. A one man resistance to an unstoppable foe, lost to his dream in the face of a murderous reality, without even the fellow deluded for company.
Originally published at http://www.bigkid.com.au/ on 8th March 2002
There’s an ill wind beginning to blow across the land of Norrath, and it has nothing to do with dragons.
The problem for my Bard - now a buffed level 54 - has its origins in a realm he has no idea exists. He’s faced dragons (and died admittedly). He’s faced rampaging giants, crystal spiders, nightmarish hate-filled spirit entities, and even demi-gods.
It’s time to get more involved with this Second Life thing. Wandering around is all well and good but seeing all of these industrious goings on as an observer I can’t help feeling that I’m not really getting under its skin. It’s time to stake a claim.
I always feel uneasy as a SEAL on a breach board. That is to say, the SEALs tend to have an uphill battle on their hands when they must breach inside a terrorist compound, eliminate the defenses, gain control of the target area, and then plant a bomb to blow up the terrorists’ soft spot while keeping at least one team member alive. All under five minutes or we lose.
Hello, it’s me.
Just thought I had to mention this, as I’ve received an e-mail from my old boss. As some of you know, I did a tour of Canada and the US in 1993 as a sound engineer, paid for by Sony blood, and our American driver, Bob Butler, attempted to kill us by conducting wild experiments into male multi-tasking, AKA sleeping whilst driving.
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