The Second Life of Daxiong Ling

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42140549875664485572011-04-21T21:05:46.460-07:00The Second Life of Daxiong LingDaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-69743353726203561362008-02-17T19:44:00.000-08:002008-02-17T19:51:22.156-08:00A night-time calm.

I'll keep this really brief, because I don't want to ruin the moment.I'm experiencing night time using the Windlight viewer for the first time. The moon is shining high, as I lay sprawled out on the deck just below Gogo's Treehouse Bar. Seperating me from the sand covered surface is an ugly leapard skin towel and beside me is a crackling fire. The crickets are chirping behind me as I stare out

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-2150459457051326592008-02-15T17:32:00.000-08:002008-02-15T18:10:45.793-08:00Destruction/Creation

I've said before that I may be a little fickle. In all honesty, I know that I most certainly CAN be fickle. This trait compliments my overall impulsive and spontaneous nature that materializes on both sides of the grid. Whether you're aware of it or not, I was emperor of Tianan Palace. This is what culminates when you build your own castle. You obviously become it's ruler and supreme god/

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-46258745255854926732008-01-15T16:09:00.000-08:002008-01-15T16:40:46.092-08:00Mrrwaarrrmmmphh.

The title says it all, doesn't it? Maybe not.Please don't confuse that word (?) for a sign of frustration or anger. Nor understand it to be someone in mid-coitus. No, no, it's better than that. Much, much better.I think it's safe to say that I've been experimenting with my existence a little more as of late; yet another journey of self-discovery and exploration. It appears that I may be

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-69793569887427986972007-12-24T20:14:00.000-08:002008-01-01T13:43:50.244-08:00Christmas in SL-Town

It took some fancy, last-minute coordinating, but my nearest and dearest in Mindio were all able to get together on Christmas Eve to get festiv--SL Style.If you've every been to Abranimations (and if you haven't, for shame) you may have seen their giant keyboard. My good friends Fuene and Rio played a wonderful rendition of Silent Night as a surprise Christmas gift for the neighborhood.

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-50509605932411718682007-12-11T14:12:00.000-08:002007-12-11T14:45:24.134-08:00Much to do about nothing.

What's a resident to do when he can't get home? As soon as my RL Avi gets returns from his day job, he checks the weather, his RSS feeds, and then logs onto the grid to bring me life. Sure, there might be a couple of other tasks he does before hand, but he inevitably arrives in Mindio. That's not to say he doesn't have a life outside of SL because he does, but he certainly enjoys being in a

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-56917884769175451072007-12-09T15:22:00.000-08:002007-12-09T16:29:06.655-08:00Woah.. hey blog. When did you get here?

Ah, negligence. You are certainly a part of my being. Negligence or priorities? It's your call. One of the good things about blogger is that I know you're never going away. Thank you Google™.If you haven't stepped outside of your own sim lately, then you might not have noticed that Christmas is around the corner-- even on the grid. In RL, due to the cross-culture nature of our office, we've

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-20362896701377733462007-09-30T19:54:00.000-07:002007-10-06T14:55:34.663-07:00Community

I met someone new today. So new in fact, that she had been born in SL just a mere two hours prior. As with any newborn, she was in a state of confusion and awe about the world around her. The grid is an exasperatingly huge series of ones and zeros, while a resident is but a small percentage of the tiniest fraction in comparison. To be introduced to the world so suddenly, it can be a bit

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-30232289526146064212007-09-17T08:52:00.000-07:002007-09-17T09:43:06.906-07:00Living with that community feeling.

In my RL home, I have very little contact with my neighbours. Some I wish would move, others I wouldn't mind getting to no better. Either way, we don't talk much. I can't speak for anyone else in this case, but for my household, the whole community feeling doesn't exist. When I was younger I remember exchanging Christmas gifts and cards with nearly everyone around us. There would be

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-39795347322159688452007-09-08T06:26:00.000-07:002007-09-08T11:53:15.729-07:00Mirror, mirror.

I've always tried to avoid bringing out a false front. I try to wear my mind on my T-Shirt for everyone to see. The only thing that may change, is the colour of the T-Shirt. Let's be honest, there are some days or occasions we may choose to wear our best T-Shirt over all the others, to impress or to woo other residents, but generally they are likely worn in complete and utter randomness. Last

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-36439882692096983042007-08-31T13:50:00.001-07:002007-09-02T07:11:20.993-07:00The difference between us.

Being an avatar in Second Life has, thus far, been quite fulfilling. In my RL wife's eyes, I probably spend too much time in Mindio with my neighbours and other friends. I've more than referred to Second Life as "crack for the masses." If SL is crack, then I'm continually puzzled as to what it's laced with that makes it so addictive. Of course, what good would I be if I didn't at least have a

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-12981716050744347432007-08-22T19:57:00.001-07:002007-08-22T20:42:23.596-07:00If this were a TV show, it would be on in the afternoon.

And so it has come to pass, that I have experienced my first drama. At least, I think it's my first drama. The story is long, drawn out, and outright confusing--and I really don't want to repeat it again. I brought story to the written word once, and I don't wish to do it again. I've often made comparisons to this thing called Second Life with IRC. At a time when I was called Neflite (sadly,

DaXiong Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00589061307744771420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4214054987566448557.post-5199561777389177962007-08-21T18:59:00.000-07:002007-08-21T19:20:20.874-07:00Welcome back, Kotter.

You don't know me. Well, you may. It's quite possible that you've passed me on the street and didn't even know it. That's not what this is about.Over two months ago, my real life persona took an exit from the blogosphere. He felt that he had done all he could with the medium, and that he really had nothing more to offer those in the real world.Shortly after I, 另大熊 (Daxiong Ling) was born from

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