My lives are in collision. I am in the process of moving in both worlds.
I wish we had inventories in our RL lives. Just go into each room, click, take, and make it go away until we need it. Conversely, imagine if moving in SL were as arduous as it is in RL, with each item persisting inworld with a corresponding weight, and the need for an appropriate sized storage container when not being used or displayed. As much as we shake our fist at Linden Lab for the things that hassle us in Second Life, be thankful they weren’t sadists when it came to storing objects … and say a little prayer that Oz isn’t reading this right now and making notes.
I’ve been priding myself on minimizing my personal ‘real world’ belongings, and I’ve managed to convince myself that I now own next to nothing at all. Now that I’m having to sort – yet again – through my ‘meager’ RL inventory, I’m realizing how far I still have to go to truly call myself a minimalist.
As for SL, the sim I’ve been living on with Ella is slated for deletion as the owner goes on indefinite hiatus from the grid. We’re presently living on the original 512sqm parcel that she’s owned since before we met, as we decide what we’re doing next.
I’ve been trying to decide what to say about Linden Lab’s announcement that SL9B won’t be taking place on dedicated sims this year. It seems that every year, LL detaches itself just a bit more from … well, us. It’s one more bit of cultural heritage being discarded, like the discontinuation of last names; an arbitrary judgment made with apparently no thought given to how it would affect the community.
Yes, I’m having a really difficult time with the word “resident” right now – in both worlds. Similarly, the owners of the complex where I’ve lived for the past five years seem to have given up on the concept of ‘resident community’. In the span of five years, I’ve gone from loving my life here, to staying for the sake of everything being within walking distance, to finally giving up entirely and leaving.
It takes a lot to get me to the point where leaving is less of an inconvenience than staying put – and I wonder just how many people in Second Life are at that crossroads? How many creators haven’t left, simply because at least some money is still coming in, enough to pay tier and have a little spending money left over? How many estate owners are maintaining their sims solely out of respect for the residents living there? How many people are running out of “just one more thing” to push them over the edge?
I’m not to that point in Second Life – not yet – but every decision like this just underscores for me how Linden Lab as a company provides nothing else, really, except a platform. Second Life continues to thrive (or limp along, depending on your perspective) in spite of LL, rather than because of it. Of course, without the platform, there’s nothing; but without the user-created content, there’s less than nothing.
This is not to imply that there aren’t LL staffers still excited about Second Life. I have to say, though, that actual Lindens are conspicuous by their absence inworld. It wasn’t uncommon a few years ago to regularly meet Lindens at everyday events, or at any of a number of regularly scheduled Office Hour meetings. Or just wandering around like the rest of us, seeing what the community was up to.
Prior to the death of the Teen Grid, TeenSL bloggers lamented on their blogs that they had been abandoned by the Lindens, left to fend for themselves among griefers and militias in a virtual “Lord of the Flies”. Now it seems that the one remaining major Linden-sponsored event has all but been abandoned by the Lab. I suppose it will still take place, if enough people with their own land can muster up the team spirit to organize events. It’s just not going to be the same, though, and I don’t suspect that we’ll see many – if any – Lindens at any of the satellite events that actually do coalesce.
Granted, there are other places one can go outside of Second Life. There are some small-but-thriving communities of dedicated individuals committed to keeping the virtual-world dream alive outside of SL, but it’s not like we can simply pack up our belongings and move them to another grid. It becomes a matter of starting over from nothing at all. Our inworld snapshots, our lovely wardrobes, our favorite dances, our art collections, our pets, our beautiful furnishings – and most of all, our friends.
While I’m certainly not to that point yet, I certainly no longer feel like a “resident”. Like the apartment complex that has been my RL home for as long as SL has been my virtual home, I feel like just another customer. Stay or go, either way, it doesn’t matter much at all to the management.
That said, I still love Second Life despite it all. I love it for my friends, first and foremost. I love it for friends who don’t know me at all in the physical world, and yet have done more, shared more, and sacrificed more for me than most of my friends in ‘real life’.
I stay for the real heart that beats inside each and every one of them.
That’s something that Linden Lab can’t take away.




