Arriving on Berkman Island, I met some people who were not enrolled in the CyberOne class. They were just standing around, talking, and did not seem offended that I asked a lot of stupid questions about how to play the game. One of the girls offered me some free clothes, which I gratefully accepted. The package included some cute items, like a “wet” T-shirt that reveals the breasts and a diamond ring.
Unlike the Harvard Girl uniform that I had designed myself out of the default settings, the clothes that the others were wearing were more detailed. I checked out one of the girls from behind, admiring how the dress curved over her buttocks while mine billowed around me like a cylinder cut in a half. I will have to design my own things and put my “queen of Photoshop” reputation to use in Second Life, if only I find out how to apply it to the clothing templates.
Later, I tried to do some scripting in the sandbox, but I found that it was just too difficult. It was quite a disappointment, because I had always thought I had a very good sense of three-dimensional space, but clearly it was not the case. I thought what a relief it was that I never became an architect – I truly love and appreciate art and architecture, but at this rate, I’d probably be making buildings and objects that look like unproportional pieces of crumpled-up metal. But then again, Frank Gehry has become an acclaimed architect from doing that very thing, so maybe I shouldn’t be so discouraged.
Although this is taking place on a cyber platform, I feel there should be a certain level of decorum, but I don’t know what that level should be. Also, it seems that the senior and junior Nesson, at least, are more liberal-minded that I am, so perhaps they do not care about those kind of formalities. It is strange how some societies work very hard to establish such cultures and some already have it but don’t know how precious it is. For instance, when a professor walks into a classroom, in the past, the students stood up, like when the judge enters a courtroom. These days, however, students don’t even stop talking even when the professor is standing at the podium.