Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The first year: Somewhat theoretical, mostly tautological


I am writing this little exercise of mind as my first anniversary of existence in Second Life (SL) draws near. I have had a year to examine, to analyze, to partake of SL as a participant observer, not so much in the capacity in which I entered, investigating educational opportunities within the grid, but as a student of identity. It is from this perspective, less of a researcher, more of a learner, that I record my thoughts. I have no particular audience in mind other than myself. Perhaps some of my closest contacts in SL may feel dismayed at seeing themselves herein portrayed without too much sugar-coating, if and when the narrative turns to them. Otherwise, I promise to offer nothing new, nothing entertaining, nothing noteworthy save for a few honest quips about my very jaded experience in SL. So, why write it down? Well, ‘cause I’ve enjoyed my stay in SL enough to want to remember some of the obfuscated details that time will undoubtedly erase.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Virtual Friends :)

PART I: This one’s for you my friends.

(Originally published in another now defunct blog...consolidation is a good thing)

There are several components to friendship in virtual environments. While it remains true that people form friendships that are bound by affective layers in SL, there are huge differences in the evolution of trust based on whether the individual participants had some previous knowledge of each other in RL, on whether their technical abilities are up to par with the demands of life inworld, and on the social/cultural capital they may be able to translate onto their life on the grid. My RL friend Zola (all SL names henceforth) and I have an almost linear development of engagement in SL (we grew to like it for similar reasons and in similar ways) as well as an equally straightforward evolution to our SL friendship. In our particular case, we share a repertoire of likes and dislikes, are technologically savvy to different degrees, have command of different language registers to utilize in different contexts, academic and otherwise, and have shared goals which include seeing ourselves as lifelong learners and scaffolding those around us to become productive residents of this virtual environment. Rather than viewing things as impossible, we approach them as challenges to be overcome, step by step, and get on with life, both RL and SL.

As inworld life would have it, in my brief stay in SL I have been fortunate to have met real men and women, in a wide variety of avatar shapes and sizes, with whom I have made acquaintances and developed friendships. As any lifelong learner will know, we learn through interaction with each other, through the socialization we receive from one another, in learning to do things by doing them, and without exception, always with the help of a more knowledgeable other who is there to scaffold our growth within this context. I have yet to meet someone who has actually accomplished anything without tutelage from some kind from a helper. One day, feeling confident enough to answer a question posed on the NCI chat line by a fellow NCI member, I responded to a building querie posed by a relatively new resident named Dave. Earlier that same day, I had been engaged in a conversation with a very wise and helpful Seshat Czeret from NCI, so herein I figured I should put to good use my belief in the circularity of life and go on to help someone else in turn. Dave replied in kind, and soon a dialogue was started, and calling cards were exchanged. Talk about serendipitous…Dave had come in to SL the same way I had, through a class, hoping to find educational implications for SL, and found himself becoming a resident through a form of participatory engagement with the community he found there. His RL professor had incorporated SL as component of the classroom, and the students’ task reverted to simply talking to people. And in talking we became friends. But here, too, is where the differences emerge when establishing a foundation for SL friendships. However much I may have learned from our conversations, I don’t know Dave like I know Zola, and every so often, assisted by a lack of verbal and visual cues readily available in RL conversations, we fell back into “distrust” mode. Why should I trust what this person is saying, why take him at his word? Well, because of that shared repertoire of things in common that has enabled me to talk to him like I talk to Zola. As one whose ontological beliefs dictate the continuation of anonymity as part and parcel of my entry into SL, I still have to wonder if friendships in the RL sense of the word can ever develop in an environment mediated by servers and the use of written chat in lieu of spoken language (no, voice is not always an option). These friendships, however, thrive under the threat that Linden Labs could potentially go down and with it take SL, as well as under the ubiquitous and quite frequent opportunities for misunderstanding.

We recently had a RL meeting in SL for our group aptly titled the SL Team. We had a visitor from a neighboring sim who has befriended us and whose work we greatly admire. But we know nothing about him other than his SL persona, and the work he has done in SL. We genuinely like him, and we even think of him as a friend. But there always remain lingering doubts, that while in RL he probably is much more than what we know him as in SL, that part which we don’t know we may not necessarily approve of. But who cares if we are to remain anonymous? I have had this conversation with my fellow SL Team members, and we agree that SL friendships carry weight in their own right. There is an emotional connection you make to fellow human beings that occurs when we are sharing ideas, ideals, goals, and visions. We reveal our inner selves as we reference our conceptualizations of what is tasteful, vulgar, ordinary, or brilliant. When we share stories and turn them into testimonials, when we explore the limits of our imaginations as we attempt to build something meaningful we reveal and transform each other…and well, how do we make our work meaningful? How do we contextualize anything without first obtaining those additional bits of information that will serve as mortar to our building blocks? What will be our background story to build upon if we don’t actively construct it with other human beings?

When I distance myself from the grid, I pretend it is all just a game of role play: go inworld, do my work, do a little exploration of the magnificent work people create there, chat a little with my buddies, attend a concert, dance a little, and return to RL unscathed, uninvolved, uninterested. However, when I find myself engaged in long conversations with some of the rather brilliant people I have met in SL, I don’t feel that way at all. This creates for a constant state of metaphysical flux, but one which fuels my creativity and makes me think of possibilities not available outside of virtual worlds. Ironically, this is a place so outside the proverbial box that we must access it through one. All I can do is laugh about it with my friends, whoever and where ever they happen to be, and see if together we can come up with ways of reconciling what we learn from each other’s shared set of tools.

See you soon….inworld! (/me winks)

Previous comments:

Teny Eurdekian // April 21, 2009 at 6:24 pm |Reply (edit)

Excellent post!

/me needs to get back to RL, outside this “box” (yet still confined)

Zola // April 23, 2009 at 12:04 pm | Reply (edit)

It is the overlap!

My vision is of two circles that overlap. Remember the three circles of Thomas Harris’s I’m okay Your Okay? Parent/child/adult overlapping and the overlap was the external perception of the person and of the person’s perception of themselves. Each circle exhibits it’s own unique characteristics coming together to make a relatively unstable –in the sense of variations in our behavior and emotions–embodiment of one whole person.

That is the way I often feel in SL. Like I am layered. Each layer reacting to the other layer. In SL I am two things. Some researchers suggest that when inhabiting a virtual environment we are inhabiting three layers of self. The physical, the virtual, and the mental perception of self.

I too, ponder the differences between SL friends I have met only on SL and those with whom I have real life relationships. My friendship with Theoretical was accelerated in the beginning by the cyber buffer of the computer interface, even though we knew we would soon meet in real life. In fact our friendship has grown more as Zola and Theoretical than their real life counterparts due to real life schedule differences. On the other hand, speaking with a friend I had met briefly on SL, but had a very long conversation with, as Theo says, it is different, but nevertheless real in its own way. A friendship in SL is centered within the context of the layers, and we initially meet but one layer of the other person in the virtual, although peeks into the mental body become more abundant if discussion continues. And within the virtual we never see through all the layers. In effect, exclusively SL friends as well as the avatar I am in SL–Zola– exist only within the confines of the pixelated universe.

Of course there is always the discussion involving how real are the personas we present in the “real world?” That is another blog for you Theo.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Slapping a pink muppet

I see the skin and read its label. Photorealistic. Free. Nice tan, with facial (as well as cranial) hair conveniently prepackaged. Perfect for the builder avatar I am creating for my RL work in SL. So I come up with a genderless moniker, proceed to my local sandbox to try the skin on, much as one would go to a RL dressing room to try a pair of pants, and immediately get complimented by a woman I know, but who obviously does not recognize me under my assumed name. Self-consciousness creeps in as I realize I’ve just assumed more than a male skin, but have been attributed doses of testosterone-induced characteristics which will now define my existence as a man. “Looking good, babe” I read in my chat line. I shift my camera’s perspective repeatedly still trying find out if the comment is meant for my eyes, and then I see it: it is a private IM. There is no mistaking the intention of the speaker; the message was for me. A simple thank you will have to serve as the coda to wrap-up the ten lines of chat the woman had already sent me. At this point, I think to myself, I’m not quite ready to talk or act like a man otherwise why would I feel blood rushing to my face? Did I just blush in RL about an episode in SL?

Having gained the courage to move ahead, as a “looking good, babe”, I went in search of a sim affiliated with the institution I work for in RL. Serious RL business in SL. When I got there I realized the place was deserted except for one pink, Muppet-resembling avatar whose gender I suspected to be male. I circled around him finally stopping in mid-air to inquire about his presence on this island. As a researcher, I have no problem posing questions to my interlocutors. As a man, with a perfectly symmetrical goatee on my sculpted chin, and whose profile contains no link to my academic work, I was suddenly inquisitorial and rude. “Are you my inquisitioner?” the Muppet asked. The conversation, if it can be construed as such, quickly deteriorated to the point where I was dodging derogatory terms accusing me of being sexist against pink Muppets, as ignorant about the semiotic elements of color, as racist for not embracing avatar difference, even if only in cartoon form, as intolerant for presumably not wanting him/her there. And just as fast, being a man became a deficit. I could no longer hide under the “babe” label given to me thirty minutes earlier at the Hamnida sandbox. I was presumably now a male with insecurity issues. And while the Muppet’s intentions remained unclear, once again I felt the blood rushing to my face, albeit for a different reason. At that moment I thought of slapping this Muppet with the knowledge that I am a woman (of color) who asks questions as part of her academic training.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Emmerson's place


Meeting Emmerson was one of those serendipitous events we look back on and smile. Describing him would not do justice to his personna, so instead I simply posted a picture. This is Emmerson’s place. I believe it to be under construction, but from what I am able to surmise, it will be the coziest place (I hesitate to call it a junk yard) I have yet to see in SL. Why? Well, the overall design in set in place so that avatars may move about freely without ceiling constraints, for one, and the “walls” are more like caves, with nooks and crannies, where you can go play hide and seek indefinitely. This is very important for a noobish avatar handler like myself. I constantly bump my camera against ceilings, and not doing so for once inside a home, was liberating. While the rest of us suckers try to emulate the environments that we have seen in RL to SL dimensions, Em sits back and enjoys life in his forest of rusting surfaces.

/me sighs

Update: Emmerson’s site has undergone a post-apocalyptic remodeling and is no longer the open space mentioned above…

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Punks

Before there were cyberpunks, before there were steampunks, or neko punks, there were the Sex Pistols, and the Ramones, as the originators of punk movements that not only emerged to counter mainstream orthodoxy, but who came to define more than a look but a lifestyle, a subculture in itself. According to Hebdige (1979?), subcultures are formed from communal and symbolic engagements with larger societal systems from which they do more than resist, but rather hybridize what is available as material culture and along with anything else that can be used to fragment them from the mainstream. In essence, the intended result is open subversion as antithesis to tradition, hence the alienation and emptiness embodied in punk style. Thus, their primary goal as constantly evolving subcultures was to distance themselves from prescribed societal conventions to the furthest extent possible.

Norms respond to subcultural manifestations by absorbing them and making them commonplace. And what did (and does) conventional wisdom dictate in the face of subcultural threats? Appropriation. And their parade of these subcultural practices to the status of fad. This can occur by way of commodification, by making it into public property and valuable merchandise, or by way of ideology, by its perpetuation as a good (or bad) thing in the public eye: recall Versace safety-pinned couture? Recall seeing multiple hybridizations of the punk style in SL? Being that SL is a virtual simulation of RL, the same manifestations are commonplace on the grid. SL businesses thrive on replicating punk styles, and we as consumers commodify them to exhaustion. Even freebie boxes are replete with the stuff. And we run around with an excess of rips on our virtual jeans, tattoos on our skins, and dried blood on our t-shirts, even when in RL we are computer nerds, are afraid of contracting hepatitis through artists’ needles, and blood nauseates us, wet or dry. That’s the convenience of SL: we can all enact our punkness without apparent repercussions. Perhaps we should thank Sid Vicious for enabling us dorks to feel all bad-ass, even if only in avatar mode. :P

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Why blog?

Update 12-12-11: While my interest in technology and education remains, I have since refocused my research to what is done outside of the classroom environment via social networks. Yes, still online and mediated through technology, but still....a slight deviation, shall we say? Hehehe....

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As a researcher looking into the use of technology in education, I found SL to be a very interesting and engaging format, albeit one not free of complications, but one serendipitous and organic in nature. Deliberately or not, in Second Life (SL) I have come to enact those very same stances that define me in real life (RL): I am a learner in both.


I must admit that I entered SL with a sense of arrogance, thinking primarily of what could be derived from it’s many forums for my own needs in RL. Initially, ignorance veiled my view of the function of SL for many of its residents. I can't ever know what motivates individuals, or collectives, to enter virtual worlds, however, I no longer approach SL strictly as a game, or even a simulation, but as an organic, shifting, and evolving forum where people learn to do things in cooperation. Where people, through communities of practice, become friends. Consequently, I find that the people behind the avatars enrich my life by sharing their experiences and knowledge much the same way friends do in other social networking sites. SL provides a public sphere where life, first or second, can be enacted in multiple ways, through multiple lenses, by all its residents.

So...herein I intend record my thoughts as they pertain to what I know in RL, as they evolve to include what I have come to know about SL. I write to not forget.