I'm too tired to lay my thoughts out completely and coherently, but I'll try to say what I'm wondering about. I was reading an article in the New Yorker about biologists and mathematicians wrangling over a formula to describe the evolutionary function of altruism when I read that, [paraphrased badly], "...within a group individuals without altruism have an advantage but between groups the altruistic group has the advantage over the non-altruistic group."
I thought, "Hmmm, well to me that means an altruistic group's makeup would gradually move to the non-altruistic side through genetics and mimicry and that a tipping point would be reached eventually where the group itself turns non-altruistic - then the seesaw would move in the opposite direction." Then I wondered if that explained the rise and fall of nations. As the creep burden increases in the government the nation's overall suckage would increase.
Labels: Cogitation
- 15 February 2012
Don't Read This
I'm warning you - don't. I'm just thinking.
Although I never, ever wanted to work in a school I ended up working part time in a unique school for Native American students (developing and running a program for gifted art students) after I became ill with m.s., as it was something I could do and I needed a job. No, it didn't have health insurance until maybe ten years later when Tiff was principal, but it kept body and soul together for which I am grateful. Anyway, the interesting thing for me is that I had always considered myself entirely inadequate, the things I had mistakenly done or miserably failed to do resulting in unforgiveable culpability. As I worked with the children I realised that nothing they did could be unforgiveable. They were tiny children, for God's sake. It was quite healing, although I admit it sounds sort of stupid that I didn't know that before.
Recently I was thinking about how far back in time I'd have to go before I would be physically all right, and decided I'd have to go back prior to an accident I had when I was eight. Galloping downhill on what was to someone of my puny size an oversized horse, I fell off whilst hunting, going over a jump (specific type a 'chicken coop' which is an inverted V shape) and was trodden on. My horse obviously made his best attempt not to put all his weight on me and must've quickly shifted it, but my right ribcage was rendered concave, and remains that way. At eight one's bones must be malleable to a degree. The inadequacy of my supreme failure dogged me - well, still does to a degree - but just last week (slow, I know) I suddenly realised that although I couldn't see at all (I was frequently in trouble at school because I couldn't see) I didn't get my eyes checked and glasses prescribed until I was nine or so. My eyes are rotten, possibly not helped by having my nose perpetually in a book from age five on. So when I had this unforgiveable lapse at the age of eight I couldn't actually see anything. Relevant information.
A slow reveal - amazing. It's like someone says, 'I'll give you an orange for that pencil of yours,' but you refuse, and he says, 'I'll give you an orange AND a drawing tablet,' then 'An orange, a drawing tablet AND A PAIR OF SCISSORS,' then 'An orange, a drawing tablet, a pair of scissors, AND A FORD THUNDERBIRD.' At some point it becomes fun just to see how the ante will be raised. In this case it's like, 'I'll trade you 8-years-old for your feeling of guilt,' then 'I'll trade you 8-years-old, unable to see, etc. for your feeling of guilt.' Only the person trading is me, and I'm offering myself things. It's another type of weird that I'm the only one here - everyone else is dead and probably never gave it a thought anyway. It seems to spiral down to an infinitely small and dense black hole of meaningless guilt and habit. As well as a Ford Thunderbird I want a trip around the world. What am I offered?
Labels: Cogitation
Ugh, remind me never to read long and informative Traumatic Brain Injury stuffs :-(((((((
*tries to distract herself by looking out the window*
Labels: Cogitation
06 February 2012
Diy brain enhancement
Zapping your brain with a small current seems to improve everything from mathematical skills to marksmanship, but for now your best chance of experiencing this boost is to sign up for a lab experiment. Machines that provide transcranial direct current stimulation (tDCS) cost £5000 a pop, and their makers often sell them only to researchers.
That hasn't stopped a vibrant community of DIY tDCS enthusiasts from springing up. Their online forums are full of accounts of their home-made experiments, including hair-curling descriptions of blunders that, in one case, left someone temporarily blind.
What drives people to take such risks? Roy Hamilton, a neuroscientist at the University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia, thinks it is part of a general trend he calls cosmetic neuroscience, in which people try to tailor their brains to the demands of an increasingly fast-paced world. "In a society where both students and their professors take stimulant medications to meet their academic expectations," he warns, "the potential pressure for the use of cognitive enhancing technologies of all types is very real".
---- from New Scientist
Labels: Cogitation, Cojones
23 January 2012
It's obvious that the desired female physique of modern times is influenced to a very great degree by the fact that human beings, now, experience things visually. In former times people lived much of their lives - especially their connubially-focused hours - in the dim half-light or dark. Given that fact, their experiences were tactile and a rail-thin body with its boniness contained an unwelcome reminder of illness, poverty, and death. Far more desireable was a softness and fullnesss.
Labels: Cogitation
28 November 2011
Frustration
Frank: Do you ever feel frustrated?
Me: Every once in a while.
Frank: Maybe that's a flash of enlightenment.
Me: What do you mean?
Frank: You have a lot of frustration.
The last time I saw Frank he remarked that I have tons of frustration and should 'let it go,' so I've spent the past few days pondering frustration. I realise it isn't just that I don't know how to 'let it go,' but that I don't know what 'let it go' means to begin with.
Given my current diminished state where exactly nothing is easy and everything is a struggle, I have a vast sea of frustration that I ignore 24 hours a day. I ignore it and I keep struggling and if I fail I don't spend time in sorrow but just begin again.
If I had a few things causing frustration I could just not do those things. Since my frustration is a by-product of my persistence which in turn is what keeps me alive I'm unsure what 'let it go' means.
What was it Dave used to say? 'Easy is now hard' or something.
About the only thing I can think of that I'm doing to dampen or more accurately not raise my frustration is NOT buying another desktop pc as I just don't want to add to my feeling of being trapped.
Labels: Cogitation, Feelings woe woe woe
16 August 2011
I was sitting outside in the sun a bit ago and had an acute feeling of having my brain stuffed with information that, when it comes down to it, the living organism that I am has no need of. I wondered what it was like for someone a thousand years ago, whose head was only full of useful information necessary for day-to-day life. Mine's bursting with information about things I can't see (atoms, germs, black holes, dinosaurs, etc.), entertainment trivia (the photo of Franco Corelli cooking soup with his dog, flux capacitors, the costumes for a 1958 production of Il Barbiere with Maria Callas and Tito Gobi, Muffin the Mule, etc.), people I'll never meet, some of whom are dead and some were never alive at the same time as me (Hitler, my mother's friend Morag who was married to a pilot, Neil Armstrong and Yuri Gagarin), internet culture detritis (TIL, Foreveralone, 404, numa numa, nyan cat, BSOD). My head is like those inflated zentai suits: never intended to be treated in that fashion the risk of explosion or at least leakage seems high.
No wonder my head buzzes like a beehive and no wonder, too, many people have skewed priorities and unrealistic views of the world. I wonder what it was like long ago. It seems as though there'd be no distractions from the concentration on real matters at hand, such as smelling the breeze, planting seeds, stalking game, sweeping, and so on, except for actual, real distractions like sudden hailstorms, a friend shouting, nosebleeds, etc., which would cause a bifurcation - not the mind-split-in-a-million-directions-at-once that we have all the time.
When I'm creating stuffs I am single-minded, though. It's always been quite a refuge.
Labels: Cogitation
17 June 2011
When the preorder Chromebooks (one type) came out a while ago I looked at them and saw they were vastly overpriced - I mean, 500+ dollars? Really? The real release is today and reviewers are saying, "Expensive!" which isn't surprising. Essentially half a computer, with no functionality sans 'net, they have different but not more strengths than a netbook; depending upon how you want to use computers they might hold no advantage at all.
If you travel a lot, lose/break/are robbed a lot they offer continuity: any and every Chromebook will be the same. Log in and your personal world is there for you because it's all net-based and rolled up into a handy ball. If the 'net goes out, however, it turns into a brick.
Any other computer can offer access to net-based apps, too, but they are not tied together. I use Gmail, Aviary, Flickr, and so on, and if I need to log on from a different computer I'd need to merely remember my 567788 passwords or retrieve any forgotten password. And if there were no 'net for any reason the puter would run whatever programs were installed on it.
I suppose I should think about stuffing some of my bookmarks on a server as the thing I would do if, say, suddenly dropped into Peru is forget some applications. (Not that it will happen but I like thinking about it.) On the other hand nothing is very hard to find.
Labels: Cogitation
23 February 2011
I wonder if a lot of people who might otherwise aspire to political office in, for instance, the USA, are reluctant to run because marijuana is illegal and they were users at some point (even long ago). In other words, is the field of political contenders much narrower than it would be if marijuana were legal? That illegality seems arbitrary and stupid (and costly in terms of lives and enforcement money).
Labels: Cogitation
16 February 2011
Dunno why...
Memory is a funny thing. Things will pop up out of nowhere giving no clue as to why they've floated into sight rather than staying beneath the limen with the rest of memory's jetsom. The past four or five days I've had a shadowy memory float nearly into view, but I hadn't looked at it until just now. That happens now and then, of course; I reckon it's the same for everyone, and that perhaps a word spoken, a scent, a misheard song (or the taste of a madelaine) is the trigger for not just deep memories of childhood or other meaningful things, but more often snippets of information about events we never were part of to begin with. This time began with a vague thought: the punk rocker girl raped and murdered in Seattle... I was lying on my bed just now and wondered what her name was.... had a rare letter in it, Z perhaps... Names burst up with accompanying feelings of "close," "similar." After a couple of minutes it appeared in my mind: Mia Zapata.
Memory is a funny thing. The progression of time is another odd one. I looked up Mia - she died in 1993. Not terribly long ago, but there's a gulf between her world and the one now that seems wide but is less qualitative than about the current highly gadgeted accessorisation. We lean on our gadgets so heavily that were the power grid to go out millions would barely function - I think, anyway. I wonder if any modern eighteen year period would NOT have developments making its end look completely different from its start. Be that as it may it's as though Mia, a young woman whose future was taken from her, lost years that seem to've held the twisting of time from a contiguous grouping of years (libraries, isolation, first-hand experiences) to a new and unrelated group of years (constant contact, second-hand experiences, digital media): a break with the past, a new paradigm, obsolescence of prior beliefs and technology. Surely *that* doesn't happen every eighteen years.
Just now another woman's name popped up: Kitty Genovese.
Labels: About time, Cogitation, Introduction to Time Travel
04 November 2010
How similar are the waves in water to the waves in air? When I see ripples in the water are there invisible ripples in the air that match?
Why are human reproductive organs surrounded by hair?
Labels: Cogitation
31 August 2010
Fight
As I sat in the waiting room for three and a half hours I thought about various things, including trying to decide why I felt slightly nervous. I came to the conclusion it's because I'm not good at fighting and a doctor visit is a kind of fight. The fight involves making the doctor understand what you need, and then trying to extract something useful in a limited time.
She rightfully ran through a battery of tests and questions to get the overall picture, while I was saying, "I'm here for two reasons: one..." etc., etc. Although I can't have much influence over the "useful" part, I can over the "understand" part, which was why I took printed information with me. It remains to be seen what will happen, as she's going to contact a couple of people then email me. The last thing I said before I followed the long route out was, "I wanted to talk to the office people about the new patient packet. Why isn't that online?"
DrC: I don't think they are that technologically savvy.
Me: !!! It could just be a form you fill out online - I can't write, so it was difficult.
DrC: It should at least be something you can fill out then print and bring in.
She is also connected to an unconnected-to-ms issue which is vaguely interesting, although I am not able to pursue everything all at once, either financially, physically, or even just by inclination.
DrC: (paraphrase) That killed my father.
DrC: Of course, he was 83.
Me: Well... 83!
I'm extremely limited in medical choices - like, extremely, dude. Since I depend upon savings to survive anything I spend now comes off the other end - when, one hopes, one will be dead. A couple of years ago I was confident I'd be dead before I ran out of money, but now I've perked up a bit so it's not assured. Two years ago I was motivated to start writing a will after I developed a fever and wound up on the floor* for a few days, ha ha. It was annoying that the meat puppet is so hard to kill off :-D It will go on for years, dwindling down to nothing - not very useful.
I have a few little trails I'd like to travel, but alone and with very limited energy and money their accomplishment is very difficult. Still, it's very interesting - so don't think I'm sad about it. It's just the cogitation of the month, because going to the neuro, a once-a-decade-or-less occurence for me, makes these thoughts come to the forefront.
* That's why I keep ibuprofen and a phone book on the floor.
Labels: Cogitation
23 November 2009
Virtual Dreaming
The original virtual reality is our dreamscape, although that is not usually controllable. We spend all this time making screen and computers to create a little world, and then we absorb that world and it appears in our dreams. How odd that is.
Why is there not a world or game that is a simulated dream? Choose elements, then things happen in a way that isn't a logical or controllable; give up control and see what happens.
Why is there not a system for virtual reality that uses the brain's ability to create and inhabit worlds? Since the eyes are part of the brain and we humans create monitors to show our little worlds to our eyes, why can't be bypass some of that confusion? At least VR goggles would be closer. It seems wasteful as it is now.
Labels: Cogitation
18 September 2009
Just Thinking
/me smells burning rubber.
I'm trying to decide how I'd feel if (and this is just an exercise, it has no basis in reality) anyone could create content, but in order to sell content one would need to register with lots of information. It might hinge on whether or not one could give an object away (since it would be difficult to do things like TSMGO! does if there were impediments). Maybe not, though - I don't know. The anonymous yet ubiquitous "they" have always said (when presented with the notion that only Premiums should be allowed to create content) that they would not've stuck around for even five minutes if they hadn't been able to create things, which I can understand. It seems reasonable, however, to ask people interested in selling to register personal information.
I definitely wouldn't like it if, instead of simply registering with personal details one needed to somehow take a test or be accepted in some way by a governing body.
Labels: Cogitation
18 November 2008
Luisa Tetrazzini - Caro Nome 1911
The ability to record music and reproduce images is a bit of a double-edged sword - well, one side is a sharp blade, the other is more of a letter opener, actually. There's nothing better than live music, live theatre, real paintings, but the masterful works of the past and present would not be available to the masses without reproduction. But then, they are diminished to a degree (paintings are diminished a LOT but people don't seem to figure that in).
It means we hang onto things* instead of letting go and moving along with the flow of new artwork. It means young artists have to compete with long-dead artists. It means local artists and musicians compete with everyone, anywhere, from any time since technology enabled reasonalbe fidelity. It means you have already listened to the greatest tenor's greatest recorded achievement before you go to your local operahouse, and it colors your experience; that tenor probably had a wide range in his performance quality over the length of his career, but you have the recording of his best effort. The tenor you hear live will probably not meet that standard.
But live - live is everything. Once an artist has died should all his work go on a bonfire? It would be awful, and I'd never want that, yet go back just a short time and some (not all) artistic disciplines were in the moment, ephemeral, like singing, and others required the viewer to make the journey to be in front of its product (painting). Is hoarding these golden moments good for the human race? Is taking a golden rare moment and reproducing it ad infinitum good for the human race or is stagnation the result?
What's the point, anyway? Is there a greater reason for people to listen to music or look at paintings than just being made joyous? Some of the artwork I see come out of SL looks suspiciously like what someone might find in the frame aisle at a 5&10. Does that matter? Has all the endless reproduction enlightened people to a great degree as they can encounter the best of the best, or has it reduced their joy in what is actually in front of them as they can't help but compare it to the work of some long-dead artist of the past? Things now are recorded for posterity; singers in the past sang knowing their voice faded when they closed their mouths. What is the real difference** for the human race?
* Is there going to be a bitter rivalry forever now between Callas fans and
**I suppose it has something to do with our longing for immortality, and our willingness to freeze time to attain it. For immortality, there needs to be no time.
Bella figlia dell'amore from Verdi's Rigoletto. Recorded 1912.
Gilda: Luisa Tetrazzini
Maddalena: Josephine Jacoby
Duke: Enrico Caruso
Rigoletto: Pasquale Amato
Labels: Cogitation, Opera
06 November 2008
Last time my sister and brother-in-law were here (exactly a year ago) I played Bill and Ben, the Flowerpot Men on yootoob: yes, although the stretch of time has been great we are fond of them still, and in fact say, "weeeeeeeed," at the drop of a hat. My brother-in-law said, "ZOMG you must've been STARVED for entertainment," which earned him a stinky look from my sister, who promptly grilled him on HIS childhood memories and pulled up a hoary clip in illustration.
I made her watch the Little Big Planet trailer, as, to me, it seems like it's in a straight line from Bill and Ben (a very long line, true). I don't have a console, but nevertheless have poked LBP every so often to see what was going on. It seems to be out, just, which is nice.
Today, however, I've been pondering* World of Goo, which reminds me of the faulty workings of my brain these days, which organ I try to beat into submission by sheer force of will. Everything is always interesting, even borkified things (sometimes they are even more interesting when broken as the cracks give glimpses of otherwise hidden cogs and gears). It's like each unit of thought is a goo ball, and there are not many goo balls available, and goo balls must stay connected to be of any use. If I run out of goo balls I just have to reset.
*I'm such an observer that it amuses me to watch, and it isn't like it goes on without me being aware of it. I'd by far rather have my capabilities back, but this is an adventure just as much as climbing Mount Everest or exploring Antarctica without modcons (where someone might observe the effect of thin air or suffer snowblindness). That makes me think of "The Worst Journey in the World," especially the part, for some reason, where Cherry-Garrard relates in passing that the cold killed the nerves in his teeth. I don't know why that particular part sticks out to me; it is an internal effect, though, I suppose, so would interest me. Another piece of a different book (and I can't remember which book), which was, I think, a writer's time spent in the country, is an observation of a very still frog. That is, what was once a frog - the reptile having been killed by a water bug which attached itself to the frog then injected poisons into it which liquified the insides, enabling digestion. As the author watched, the skin collapsed like a deflated balloon. That reminded me of my childhood, when my cousin Christopher and I, being science mad, spent all our time together (not much) poking around in the world, and accidentally caught something we had no understanding of. It was like a glue ball - a formless but self-motivated and muscular... thing... which we found in Pickering Creek, and which must've been the very same "water bug" creature as was observed consuming the frog. I've avoided learning more about it as it horrifies me (as do the wasps which paralyse caterpillars and lay eggs in them). Is that, though, more the usual way things function than otherwise? For instance toy manufacturers lay eggs in children by creating seductive advertisements. Yes, the entire organism isn't killed, however SOMETHING is killed.
Labels: Cogitation, Disjointed Thoughtlets
29 April 2008
Of course, I believe in everything/nothing, but it seems to me that if one thinks there could be anything at all to the idea of time travel it would make looking at the futuristic ideas of the past clues to the future. I mean, those from the future would be likely to seed the past with ideas, perhaps.
I like the idea of time travel as it is a Phun Idea, but it seems likely all time exists simultaneously and that the limitation is a Meat Puppet barrier only. A body might be like a "take a number" slip that imposes an order upon us where in fact no order exists (taking a number makes a queue abstractly rather than, say, having a tight tube entering the building so that a queue is imposed physically).
That would make time travel more confusing, if possible. We do like thing to be linear I suppose (well, some of us). All through my life I've tried to catch hold of how I think of things - time being one of the things. I think visually so I have to describe it, and words aren't very good for drawing pictures (unless they are, say, Conte crayons shaped into words - that would be much better) but my personal time is like focus, in that near in time (5 minutes ago) is in sharp focus but next Monday is out of focus. But next Monday is no less out of focus than 4000 years ago.
Thinking is strange, truth to tell. If I'm doing something creative there's no thinking involved, really. I slide completely into my right brain and can barely string three words together, and it's more like, say, dancing* than... uh... something involving stopping and starting and backtracking - trying to find a certain type of rock formation by using an inadequate map, maybe. Painting and things like that are like flying freely. Time is different. Time is mutable anyway - I don't know why people think it's relentless and precise and always just the same. For instance, childhood, while being short in years is more like a quarter or fifth of people's lives.
Stopping as I'm tired of typing.
*I first wrote surfing, then remembered I'd never surfed, then wondered, "Why don't we call it Cerfing the internet?"
Labels: Cogitation, Introduction to Time Travel
17 March 2008
I think I need to think in terms of silver spacesuits and flying cars* rather than NOT having silver spacesuits and flying cars - i.e. think in terms of having peace, humans having evolved beyond brutality, careful stewardship of the Earth, and other things that I can't understand us not having. It was writing about Television that did it. I'm sure if we can all think that way it will help.
I started this blog because I was thinking about how we could make a better world. Since I am the centre of the universe it follows that I should be able to shift things by shifting my own thoughts. Yes, of course you are all the centre of the universe, too. One, two, three. *grunts* I don't think we all started at the same time. I will need to find out when one of those big thought-a-thons is taking place and be sure to focus at that time. Anyone know?
*Reference: I rang my brother in Australia one New Year's Eve when I was in the 20th century and he was in the 21st - I asked him how he liked the silver spacesuits and flying cars.
Labels: Cogitation
14 December 2007
Compulsion Loops
Os Makes Up A Pile Of Crap
The Views Expressed Herein Are Personal
and In No Way Intended for General Use
I believe in variety, and despite the constant calls for "the best" to be named in everything, to me there is no "best," only many options suiting different people. I pop around to a few other virtual worlds periodically. When Kaneva did its beta I spent an hour there, and realized I was far from their intended audience. It held no interest for me, but it certainly would be fun for some. Metaverse is another place I have spent time. Croquet, too. These are at an early stage, so it's very interesting, to me, to clump about in them. There have been more - I can't remember the names of some of them.
Entropia Universe, formerly Project Entropia, is a place I go in every time MindArk sends me an email saying, "We are going to terminate your account if you don't log in." For an unknown reason I find the UI difficult, but theoretically at least, I am reserving the right to shoot monsters when I am glum, or simply run around attempting to remain alive whilst monsters and other players try to kill me. EU is a bit too good at training sociopaths for my taste, however.
I was a late beta-tester (in name only, really) for There, which I go and look at perhaps once a year or so. After reading how Coca-Cola had decided to leave SL and go There, I downloaded There, logged in, and found myself next to someone named "Therian." Woo, uncanny. I ran off, drove my dune buggy around for a bit (vehicles work well, as always, but there's no real customisation), realised that although I hadn't been in it for ages and ages I still knew exactly where I was and where everything else was. Played on my hoverboard for a bit. Wondered if the water could still be blue-painted concrete after all this time, and saw that, no, the water has been improved a bit. Logged off. Whew - that was a long 3 minutes (not including d/l). Glad to go home.
In a virtualworldsnews.com article about the Coke/There partnership, a Coke spokesman was quoted. "We see the youth market, the tween and sub-tween market thriving in browser-based worlds because they are sufficient to keep that type of user engaged as long as you build in compulsion loops to that experience," said Richardson. "But as you move up the spectrum to an older user, people have more requirements. They want more kinetic activities, to hop in a car and drive across the world or play cards or play paint ball and use voice or more sophisticated networking technology. That's something we've been doing from day one to provide the most sophisticated, but lowest barrier to entry experience."
Older, meaning starting at 13 and going up. Coke thinks to 34 - I think that's a bit of a stretch (at least I HOPE so). How old are people when they finally figure out they are being targeted by a corporation? How old are people when they stop drinking insanely sweet fizzy drinks? I have no clue as I grew up before children were targeted in that way, and the number of times I've imbibed fizzy soda is not great (I used to like Schweppe's Bitter Lemon, however). Water doesn't contribute to the onset of diabetes, I hear.... but I digress...
We can clearly see the compulsion loops in certain activities. Leveling, and so forth, would fit that description. So would adding addictive substances to cigarettes, I suppose. If you design something with no manipulative, self-serving Loops of Compulsion, you would lose out against a compulsion loop-heavy rival, presumably, if the potential users of your widgets were similarly unaware or uncaring that they are being treated like a herd of milk cows.
So - my question is: why don't people care that they are being offered a loop of compulsion in order to serve a corporation's bottom line? "The company is offering us what we want, so what's the problem?" I'm not sure... As part of marketing strategy I suppose it's a valid tool. But it seems dim to fall for it.
I think I don't understand it because I've always made my own fun. Back in the Age of Cavemen such official playthings as we had were stiff, breakable, unpleasant, and unnecessary, really. I never liked dollies much, and had only an old composition doll* bought at a white elephant sale. I drew and drew and drew. My father's shirt cardboard was a wonderful thing for making articulated puppety-type things. He always brought home pencils, which were engineers' pencils - hard and with a metal end (no eraser). I roamed about freely on the back of a horse every day from the age of about 8 or 9.
I had no upbringing, in a way, and nobody focused their advertising campaigns on me. Having someone try to create something I'd like seems abnormal, the wrong way round, like an artist trying to paint things that will sell in a gallery. Like money is the true reason for it all.
Got to run. I still don't understand this even enough to lay it out clearly, though.
*'''drat' that at some point I threw away the handsewn costumes I made, but oh, well.
Labels: Cogitation
22 November 2007
What if there were a little private orientation part of the program on everyone's computer - a disconnected SL -where you could learn to walk around, etc., but, of course, not be connected to anything until you desired? That way one could launch the program, become a bit oriented, then connect to the grid. Does that make any sense at all? Like an antechamber or a dressing-room.
Labels: Cogitation, Second Life