earthpatterns:

Castro Marim, Portugal
37.21748,-7.462213

earthpatterns:

Castro Marim, Portugal

37.21748,-7.462213

Emojinalysis

Virtual starving artist …
Sure I could farm but farming is for peasants and I am an intellectual.

Virtual starving artist …

Sure I could farm but farming is for peasants and I am an intellectual.

"Yes, I survived. Thank you for asking."*
I’ve signed on to take an anthropology class next quarter and I am hoping that we will have to do a research project of some sort and that I can tailor that project to allow me to flesh out one of my ongoing projects and formally research a game world anthropologically and/or ethnographically. With that future project in mind, I have been poking around Second Life (as you may have noticed) and, this evening, Minecraft.
The first few IRL hours and IG nights in Minecraft had a painfully slow learning curve but I did eventually manage to make a relatively safe cave-home complete with bed, torch, furnace and crafting table and only three adorably cute cube-sheep had to die in the process. (Sorry adorably cute cube-sheep.)
*For the record: That first night when the sun went down WELL before I was prepared and I’d packed myself into a hole with no real idea if I was properly protected was pretty scary. Indeed, waiting in total darkness while hearing scrapes, thuds and horrible groaning noises through the dirt walls the entire night was definitely unnerving and pretty darned scary.

"Yes, I survived. Thank you for asking."*

I’ve signed on to take an anthropology class next quarter and I am hoping that we will have to do a research project of some sort and that I can tailor that project to allow me to flesh out one of my ongoing projects and formally research a game world anthropologically and/or ethnographically. With that future project in mind, I have been poking around Second Life (as you may have noticed) and, this evening, Minecraft.

The first few IRL hours and IG nights in Minecraft had a painfully slow learning curve but I did eventually manage to make a relatively safe cave-home complete with bed, torch, furnace and crafting table and only three adorably cute cube-sheep had to die in the process. (Sorry adorably cute cube-sheep.)

*For the record: That first night when the sun went down WELL before I was prepared and I’d packed myself into a hole with no real idea if I was properly protected was pretty scary. Indeed, waiting in total darkness while hearing scrapes, thuds and horrible groaning noises through the dirt walls the entire night was definitely unnerving and pretty darned scary.

I’ve been thinking of maybe doing a project about Second Life. I know it’s well past it’s prime but … the fact that it is a dying community is exactly what is attracting me to it right now. So much of the world is filled with abandoned buildings/homes and walking around feels like some sort of breaking and entering/rapture dream.

I’ve been thinking of maybe doing a project about Second Life. I know it’s well past it’s prime but … the fact that it is a dying community is exactly what is attracting me to it right now. So much of the world is filled with abandoned buildings/homes and walking around feels like some sort of breaking and entering/rapture dream.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

Ethnographic research in virtual worlds.

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