<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:34:24.333-05:00</updated><category term='BEA'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='second life'/><category term='Twitter'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='MESH'/><category term='TV'/><category term='personal brand'/><category term='new media'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='web 2.0'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='podcamp'/><category term='TGGD'/><category term='skype'/><category term='social media'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='girl geeks'/><category term='publishing'/><title type='text'>The Newbie</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures of a wide-eyed innocent in the digital world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-3342338181757222444</id><published>2008-09-15T11:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:18:50.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Why Newbie Took Such a Long Blog Break</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I haven't posted here since the beginning of the summer!  I know, I know, I'm a negligent blogger.  Shameful.  Partly this summer was really really busy (I was traveling for most of July), and partly I just needed an extra-long blog break... But mostly I was working on &lt;a href="http://bargainista.blogspot.com/2008/09/introducing-baby-bargainista.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you who wondered where my blog energies have gone -- now you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-3342338181757222444?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/3342338181757222444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=3342338181757222444' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/3342338181757222444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/3342338181757222444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-newbie-took-such-long-blog-break.html' title='Why Newbie Took Such a Long Blog Break'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-3248685655611098910</id><published>2008-06-26T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:57:12.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie Unplugged Again</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again -- my annual unplugging!  We're heading to the cottage for a much-needed vacation.  And by "cottage" I mean the commune I grew up on (see earlier posts for the whole sordid, raised-by-hippies story), which is in Ontario's Dead Zone -- no cell phone reception, no internet access, and we're staying in my mom's old commune house, which has no running water and no electricity.  Yeah, it's pretty Amish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside to this primitive living is that I'm forced to actually take a vacation -- no checking voicemail or email, no calling work, no blogging or tweeting.  For two weeks I'm actually focused on spending time with family, and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big bonus however, is that it REALLY makes me appreciate the mod cons that we take for granted.  Like the internet.  And toilets.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you all on July 13th when we re-enter the 21st century!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-3248685655611098910?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/3248685655611098910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=3248685655611098910' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/3248685655611098910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/3248685655611098910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/06/newbie-unplugged-again.html' title='Newbie Unplugged Again'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-4974818675705589689</id><published>2008-06-20T13:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:40:03.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal brand'/><title type='text'>Newbie Ponders Digital Life After Death</title><content type='html'>Never before in human history has communication been so widely enabled.  There are so many communication tools available to us these days, it can be overwhelming.  Most of my friends and collegues have profiles on multiple social media platforms -- Twitter, facebook, LinkedIn, MySpace; most have a blog or more than one; most have more than one email address (gmail, hotmail, work email) and two or more phones (home, office, cell).  Many even have multiple cell phones.  Some even use the post office to send old-fashioned greetings using pen on paper or cardstock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As human communication tools have evolved and multiplied, so too has the social infrastructure to maintain them, the apparatus that allows the government to be aware of your whereabouts.  When you move or change service providers, there are clear and organized methods for communicating this change of address, phone, etc to those who need to know.  Also, when someone dies, there's paperwork filled out by the next of kin or executor that indicates what is no longer valid, or the change in ownership of certain contact points -- address, phone number, cell phone account -- that typically pass to the next of kin or executor.  But there's no official way to communicate this change of status to our digital selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very close friend of mine passed away two years ago, after a long, brave battle against breast cancer.  She's gone, but her hotmail, her blog, and her facebook page are all still alive.  Her next of kin (her mother) and her executor (her partner) don't know what her passwords were, and there are no clear tools for communicating to the authorities in charge of those online properties that these accounts should be legitimately deleted on her behalf, or ownership of the accounts passed to those who might be in a position to update her status.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where are the infrastructure tools for tracking our digital lives, and deaths?  We all talk a lot about managing your personal brand or brands online, which is all well and good if you're alive to do it.  But who manages your personal brand after your death?  Have you planned who is going to update your multiple online personas and profiles?  Have you communicated your passwords and login info to your next of kin or executor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-4974818675705589689?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/4974818675705589689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=4974818675705589689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/4974818675705589689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/4974818675705589689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/06/newbie-ponders-digital-life-after-death.html' title='Newbie Ponders Digital Life After Death'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-2467844987751496786</id><published>2008-06-09T17:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:14:26.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><title type='text'>Newbie's personal brand - or lack thereof</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling guilty that I haven't put much effort into creating or maintaining an online personal brand.  Sure, I have this blog, and this blog name is what I use as my &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/thenewbie"&gt;Twitter handle&lt;/a&gt;; but that's about the extent of it.  Everywhere else -- facebook, myspace, LinkedIn, I'm me -- but different aspects of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use MySpace exclusively for staying in touch with my far-flung family; facebook for keeping up with friends and some professional contacts; and LinkedIn for professional contacts.  Except for my LinkedIn widget here, I don't cross-promote, either.  I couldn't help but feel that maybe I've been doing myself a disservice by not having a more cohesive online presence.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this recent post about &lt;a href="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2008/06/04/twitter-social-media-and-unmashing-the-mashable/"&gt;personal brand&lt;/a&gt; from one of my fave bloggers, Penelope Trunk's &lt;a href="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/"&gt;Brazen Careerist&lt;/a&gt;, has me thinking differently.  Maybe what I'm doing -- using different social media for different aspects of my business and personal life -- makes sense!  What a relief.  Isn't it gratifying when a smart thinker you admire validates your instincts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've always felt guilty about how choosy I am when it comes to adding friends in any of these spaces.  I don't add friends on MySpace -- my family are the only ones I want reading that.  Typically I don't add friends or contacts on facebook unless I've met them at least once in person and face-to-face.  And I don't add contacts on LinkedIn unless they are, in fact, professional contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in publishing and I get a lot of friend requests on MySpace, facebook, and LinkedIn from authors whom I may have corresponded with on a professional basis in the past, but have rarely actually met in person.  I almost always turn them down, or add them on a "limited profile" basis, especially on MySpace and facebook, and then end up feeling guilty, like I'm spurning them.  I've yet to find any validation on this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all you smart thinkers out there: what do you do when you get friend or contact requests from people you don't really know?  Do you automatically accept everyone who wants to link up with you?  Or are you more choosy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-2467844987751496786?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/2467844987751496786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=2467844987751496786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/2467844987751496786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/2467844987751496786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/06/newbies-personal-brand-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Newbie&apos;s personal brand - or lack thereof'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-9052416337428307841</id><published>2008-06-04T09:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:25:38.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><title type='text'>Newbie takes offense</title><content type='html'>I read &lt;a href="http://www.twistimage.com/blog/"&gt;Mitch Joel's Twist Image blog &lt;/a&gt; every day and 99.9% of the time my reaction is to nod in agreement.  But today his latest post, &lt;a href="http://www.twistimage.com/blog/archives/my-conversation-can-beat-up-your-conversation/"&gt;"My conversation can beat up your conversation,"&lt;/a&gt;  specifically this portion of it, stopped me cold [emphasis added by me]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a strong case as to why all of us need to be spending more time on Technorati and doing everything in our power to build both our ranking and authority. &lt;strong&gt;Let's be honest: what's the point in Blogging if you're not building readerships, conversations and exposing your ideas to a growing audience?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.  I don't even know what to say.  What's the point in blogging??  Maybe it's me but that last sentence really touched a nerve.  I realize that Mitch Joel is talking to (sorry, "conversing with") a marketing-centric audience, and for that audience alone I do agree with his statement -- if you're blogging for marketing purposes, on behalf of a brand or corporation, numbers count, and growth is a key measurement of success.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's such a bald, bold statement that I think the context is lost, and that's a shame, because out of context the statement comes off as... kind of arrogant.  And, in my humble opinion, it's not true outside of a marketing context.  There are plenty of reasons to blog for a small, stable audience:  to keep in touch with friends and family; to chronicle an experience or evolution of thought; to share your ideas with a small, select group.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is primarily why I started this blog.  I'm chronicling my experience as a newbie; my ideas and thoughts about my adventures in social media aren't new -- but they are new to me at the time they occur to me, and like most humans, I'm following my instinctive urge to share my thoughts with friends new and old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, nothing I've posted is going to be of much interest to a larger audience.  My goal is to share a conversation with a small, select group and I have.  I've never made any effort to grow my audience, and as a result my audience has stayed small.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-9052416337428307841?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/9052416337428307841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=9052416337428307841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/9052416337428307841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/9052416337428307841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/06/newbie-takes-offense.html' title='Newbie takes offense'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-6647220480323277609</id><published>2008-06-03T16:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T16:15:59.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skype'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><title type='text'>Newbie discovers Skype!</title><content type='html'>Someone just asked me how much time I spend in &lt;a href="www.secondlife.com"&gt;Second Life &lt;/a&gt;on a weekly basis.  My immediate answer: not much, hardly any time at all.  My thoughtful answer:  about 1 hour minimum, maybe 6-8 hours max when I'm attending author events.  That doesn't seem like a lot until you type it out like that, but it also doesn't *feel* like a lot.  Maybe because when I'm in-world I'm so engaged with other people I don't notice the time passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I spent a delightful 2 hours in-world last week with &lt;a href="http://www.mynameiskate.ca/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://conniecrosby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Connie&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.bargainista.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eden&lt;/a&gt; via their avatars, shopping (of course) and just generally gabbing via &lt;a href="http://www.skype.com/"&gt;Skype&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, the Skype experience absolutely made the outing twice as fun.  There was a little bit of overtalk, but once we found our rhythm it was so much easier and faster to share thoughts, ideas, reactions, etc. via voice instead of stopping to type it out in local chat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd tried the in-world voice option before, but gave it up due to insurmountable static and volume issues.  Skype worked smoothly and the four of us chatted freely and easily as never before.  As Kate put it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you go Skype, you'll never go type!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-6647220480323277609?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/6647220480323277609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=6647220480323277609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6647220480323277609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6647220480323277609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/06/newbie-discovers-skype.html' title='Newbie discovers Skype!'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-7741112398925047741</id><published>2008-05-29T16:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:45:43.893-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><title type='text'>Newbie witnesses first Second Life "griefing"</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true; my SL cherry has finally been popped.  I've been griefed!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not me personally, but an event that I set up.  While co-hosting an author book launch for &lt;a href="http://www.eharlequin.com/author.html?authorid=1138"&gt;Gena Showalter's The Darkest Night &lt;/a&gt;(first in her &lt;a href="http://www.lordsoftheunderworld.net"&gt;Lords of the Underworld&lt;/a&gt; series) in Second Life last Friday night, the event was unfortunately marred by a couple of unwelcome visitors.  I hasten to note that &lt;a href="http://www.theslagency.com/"&gt;the agency &lt;/a&gt;we're working with to create and run these events had many staff on hand, who quickly and smoothly defused the situation and banned the offending avatars from the parcel.  But I can't help but feel a little more grown-up, a little more... experienced in Second Life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chloe had a great time and so did the author!  Here's a snapshot of our avatars dancing with the demons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/SD8VjHOi_XI/AAAAAAAAACk/Kurbf3HhM64/s1600-h/Snapshot_Chloe+at+Demon+Night.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/SD8VjHOi_XI/AAAAAAAAACk/Kurbf3HhM64/s320/Snapshot_Chloe+at+Demon+Night.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205903387243249010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is the one on the left with red hair and big black wings; Gena's avatar is the pale-skinned beauty in the denim skirt on the right.  (Clearly she's already found out that the shopping is the funnest part of Second Life!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-7741112398925047741?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/7741112398925047741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=7741112398925047741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7741112398925047741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7741112398925047741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/05/newbie-witnesses-first-second-life.html' title='Newbie witnesses first Second Life &quot;griefing&quot;'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/SD8VjHOi_XI/AAAAAAAAACk/Kurbf3HhM64/s72-c/Snapshot_Chloe+at+Demon+Night.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-413982422039759022</id><published>2008-05-26T16:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:12:11.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MESH'/><title type='text'>Newbie will MESH you up</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been a LONG time since I posted.  In my defense, it has been a crazy month.  Among the highlights, I attended the &lt;a href="http://www.meshconference.com/"&gt;MESH conference&lt;/a&gt; -- my first, because for the first time MESH was not at the same time as &lt;a href="http://www.bookexpoamerica.com/"&gt;BEA&lt;/a&gt;.  And not only did I attend -- I was a panelist, on &lt;a href="http://www.meshconference.com/schedule2008/#social-media-enterprise"&gt;Social Media and the Enterprise&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh, and in a random drawing I won a free copy of Microsoft Ultimate Office!  W00t!!  Best. Swag. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, the experience of being a panelist was first-rate.  I really felt welcomed and taken care of by the entire conference staff, from the Tuesday appreciation night at the Drake to the MESH after-party on Thursday.  Our esteemed moderator, &lt;a href="http://www.michaelocc.com/"&gt;Michael O'Connor Clarke&lt;/a&gt;, did a fantastic job of guiding the conversation to encourage meaty questions and divergent points of view.  I appreciated that my fellow panelists had a different take on social media for business, and I'm glad I could provide a counter-point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With free wifi and multiple electric outlets, it was amazing to look out from the stage and see a sea of laptops; and gratifying as a panelist to know that every time I referenced one of our online properties as an example, half the room would be looking it up right away.  Talk about immediacy of impact!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incredible to see amount of Twittering that goes on at these digital-themed conferences.  On two occasions I found that a panel was veering away from the topic I'd hoped they'd cover; both times all I had to do was check the tweetstream or the live blogs and I was instantly in touch with what was being covered in other rooms, by other workshops and panels.  (I confess: once I even ducked out to catch the last half of another workshop after a hot tip via Twitter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, as both an attendee and a panelist, I enjoyed myself immensely.  The entire event ran seamlessly, which as a natural-born organizer and planner, I always deeply respect and appreciate as I know how much work goes into that appearance of seamlessness.  And of course, I found the workshops and panels interesting and engaging, many of which sparked ongoing dialogues with many more questions raised than answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess though, that like many digital-themed conferences, my main takeaway was not anything I learned during the keynotes or panels, but the connections I made during the breaks, lunches, and after-parties.  I met some truly fascinating people doing innovative work on both the technical, product side and the marketing / social media side.  I look forward to maintaining the connections I made through Twitter and other means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final note about MESH:  This is absolutely the LAST TIME I attend a conference without a laptop.  I'm sick to death of being the only one scribbling on a notepad while all around me people are connected, live-blogging and twittering.  Big shout-out to &lt;a href="http://www.bargainista.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eden Spodek &lt;/a&gt;for allowing me to read Twitter over her shoulder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-413982422039759022?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/413982422039759022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=413982422039759022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/413982422039759022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/413982422039759022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/05/newbie-will-mesh-you-up.html' title='Newbie will MESH you up'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-2888979057219958813</id><published>2008-04-21T16:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:08:47.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><title type='text'>What Linden Labs Isn't Telling You... Or Anyone</title><content type='html'>For various personal reasons I won't bore you with here, I've been spending a LOT of time in &lt;a href="http://www.secondlife.com"&gt;Second Life &lt;/a&gt;lately, mainly as an easy means to escape reality.  (Don't worry, I'm feeling much better now.)  I've been registered in Second Life for over a year now, but only recently have I indulged in binge behavior -- and by binge I mean logging into SL at 11pm on a Saturday and not coming up for air until 5am on a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of this binge period I noticed quite a few things about SL.  Now, you've probably already reached these conclusions yourself, but bear with me, I am the newbie after all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's about the people&lt;br /&gt;Every time you log in to Second Life there are chipper little updates from Linden Labs announcing this or that upgrade or improvement to the grid.  Some are noticable (a recent forced update did result in smoother avatar movement, a better chat function, and a more easily-accessed search function, for me at least), some are not.  These improvements are all very nice, however, the true value in Second Life is with the people.  What good is a better chat function if there are no people logged on with which I can chat?  I'm not just talking about my contacts list either -- I wasn't surprised to find that everyone I know has better things to do than hang about in SL for six hours early Sunday morning -- but just folks in general, to meet, chat with, interact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where are all the people?&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to my second observation: where the heck is everybody??  Linden Labs touts SL membership as being in the millions, but I've only ever seen about 40-50K logged on at any given time.  During my binge period, I met someone new almost every time I logged into SL, which is great -- that's partly why I was there -- but in subsequent visits, they were nowhere to be found.  I met probably half a dozen brand-new SL members and happily showed them around, helped them out -- and never saw them come online again.  So where are these millions?  Is it as I suspect -- people are joining, checking it out once or twice, and never coming back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that why Linden Labs won't say how many registered users are actually using SL?  What is the login ratio to registered users anyway?  I'm just curious.  Because I do still think that Second Life has great potential as a social network; it's just not quite there yet, and all the minor upgrades and improvements Linden Labs is committed to making won't help it to tip into the mainstream -- people will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-2888979057219958813?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/2888979057219958813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=2888979057219958813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/2888979057219958813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/2888979057219958813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-linden-labs-isnt-telling-you-or.html' title='What Linden Labs Isn&apos;t Telling You... Or Anyone'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-5340608082765224342</id><published>2008-03-16T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:34:18.814-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Newbie becomes Twitter convert!</title><content type='html'>After much encouragement from such cool chicks as &lt;a href="http://www.bargainista.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eden&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://conniecrosby.blogspot.com/"&gt;Connie&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.mynameiskate.ca"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; during a raucous and rowdy &lt;a href="http://bargainista.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekly-wish-women-who-rock.html"&gt;geeky girls get-together&lt;/a&gt; last week (martinis may have been involved), I decided to give &lt;a href="http://twitter.com"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; one more shot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am SO glad I did!  Wow, I HAVE been missing out!  Thanks to a few tips from my new Twitter friends on how to use it I totally get it now.  Count me in among the throngs in the pro-Twitter camp.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't kid myself that it's mainstream -- or even close to approaching the usability that made &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; household names -- but it definitely has that potential.  And I'm excited to be watching its development from the user perspective!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-5340608082765224342?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/5340608082765224342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=5340608082765224342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/5340608082765224342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/5340608082765224342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/03/newbie-becomes-twitter-convert.html' title='Newbie becomes Twitter convert!'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-768988342751706310</id><published>2008-03-10T16:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:01:26.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Newbie is Twittering: I don't get it</title><content type='html'>At &lt;a href="http://podcamptoronto.pbwiki.com/"&gt;PodCamp Toronto &lt;/a&gt;back in February, and in fact at any social media-related meetup or get-together in recent memory, the buzz has been all about &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;.  Twitter, it seems, is the Next Big Thing in social media, the app that everyone is talking about.  Most of the folks who led me into the social media space -- &lt;a href="http://www.twistimage.com/blog/"&gt;Mitch Joel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.theclientsideblog.com/"&gt;Michael Seaton&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bargainista.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eden Spodek&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mynameiskate.ca/"&gt;Kate Trgovac&lt;/a&gt; -- are ardent fans of Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried, oh how I have tried.  I joined Twitter about 6 months ago when hardly anybody I knew was on it; I quickly gave it up as not relevant to me because, as anyone on Twitter knows, it's only as valuable as the people you're following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, when everyone I know was exhorting me get back on it and follow them, I did... for about two weeks before I lost interest again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no explanation for this except that it's just not for me.  I'm really just not all that interested in brief snapshots of what people are thinking about at that moment.  Oh, I can definitely see the appeal, and I can definitely understand the incredible value for anyone who can access Twitter via their mobile or handheld, especially those who travel a lot and find themselves stuck in layover and wanting a quick meetup.  In fact Twitter was invaluable in the hours after the presentations had wrapped up on the Saturday at PodCamp Toronto -- thanks to Twitter 3 separate groups of people shared notes about their relative locations, and successfully connected at a restaurant that could accommodate 25 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have a handheld, or a mobile with web access, and I'd really rather read the reasoned, fully thought out musings one finds in blog posts than off-the-cuff thoughts on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which makes me feel oddly disconnected from the social media crowd. Usually I'm among the first to embrace, then evangelize these kinds of tools.  So tell me: am I missing something? am I using it wrong? Worse, am I missing out? Or am I just part of the larger mainstream that hasn't caught on to Twitter, and won't until it tips into the popular consciousness like &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; did?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-768988342751706310?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/768988342751706310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=768988342751706310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/768988342751706310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/768988342751706310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/03/newbie-is-twittering-i-dont-get-it.html' title='Newbie is Twittering: I don&apos;t get it'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-4821958083412441271</id><published>2008-02-13T13:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T13:43:26.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='podcamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><title type='text'>Become a Second Life expert in just one year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://podcamptoronto.pbwiki.com/f/imgLogoPodcampToronto.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://podcamptoronto.pbwiki.com/f/imgLogoPodcampToronto.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago I attended PodCamp Toronto. I was just getting started on the web 2.0 path and wanted to learn as much as I could about all things new and digital. I was a blank slate, ignorant but keen to meet folks who knew more than I did and absorb information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I am not overstating things when I say that my attendance at that first PodCamp Toronto would turn out to be a pivotal event in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that PodCamp I attended a session led by &lt;a href="http://jaymoonah.com/blog/"&gt;Jay Moonah &lt;/a&gt;on Second Life. I'd read about Second Life in various old-school print media, and I was curious. Jay's informal talk made Second Life sound so fun, so cool, and most of all, so easy, that I immediately signed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest, as they say, is history. I've been in Second Life almost every week since then and I still find it a fascinating social and promotional tool. I came to work on the Monday after PodCamp yammering on and on about Second Life, to the point where my boss gave me the budget to hold some &lt;a href="http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/10/newbie-is-now-second-life-expert.html"&gt;author events &lt;/a&gt;in Second Life in 07 &lt;a href="http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/02/newbie-forced-to-make-time-to-update.html"&gt;and 08&lt;/a&gt;, possibly just to keep me quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now things have come full circle: I'm co-presenting a session on Second Life at this year's &lt;a href="http://podcamptoronto.pbwiki.com/"&gt;PodCamp Toronto&lt;/a&gt;! Amazing, from ignorant know-nothing to PodCamp presenter in just a year. Hopefully I can inspire one or two people to try out SL, just as I was inspired a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the only profound change in my life thanks to PodCamp -- in fact it's not even the most significant. At that SL session in 07, I introduced myself to the woman sitting next to me (as I am inclined to do at conferences; it's a bit out of character for an introvert like me but it's the best way to meet new people). We chatted a bit, and I learned that she was the brilliant &lt;a href="http://thatkathryngirl.typepad.com/that_kathryn_girl/"&gt;Kathryn Lagden&lt;/a&gt;, then of AIMS Canada. I managed to sufficiently disguise my starstruckness so that through her I later had the privilege of meeting the awesome &lt;a href="http://www.mynameiskate.ca/"&gt;Kate Trgovac&lt;/a&gt;, and the equally awesome &lt;a href="http://www.bargainista.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eden Spodek&lt;/a&gt; -- who by the way will be my co-presenter this year! -- and I'm happy and proud to say that I now call all three of these wonderful, brilliant ladies my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yay for PodCamp!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-4821958083412441271?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/4821958083412441271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=4821958083412441271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/4821958083412441271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/4821958083412441271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/02/become-second-life-expert-in-just-one.html' title='Become a Second Life expert in just one year!'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-9036497596055585819</id><published>2008-02-06T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:23:23.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Newbie forced to make time to update blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href="&gt;&lt;img alt="funny pictures" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/01/funny-pictures-cat-blocks-computer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I find myself apologizing for a long absence from this blog. I haven't posted in so long because I've been so very very busy. My job has finally caught up with my hobbies, so instead of blogging for fun and killing time in Second Life, I've been &lt;a href="http://paranormalromanceblog.wordpress.com/"&gt;blogging for work &lt;/a&gt;and spending loads of time in Second Life organizing and attending a series of author events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I did make some time for an &lt;a href="http://mynameiskate.typepad.com/aaf/"&gt;After A Fashion &lt;/a&gt;outing in Second Life just before the holidays. We bought Xmas-y outfits from Total Betty and went skating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/R6zOzzuezpI/AAAAAAAAACE/LIFHjtWTh9M/s1600-h/Snapshot_skate_002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164730262140931730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/R6zOzzuezpI/AAAAAAAAACE/LIFHjtWTh9M/s320/Snapshot_skate_002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/R6zPJjuezqI/AAAAAAAAACM/QzFv30BfFr4/s1600-h/Snapshot_skate_013.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/R6zPJjuezqI/AAAAAAAAACM/QzFv30BfFr4/s320/Snapshot_skate_013.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164730635803086498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought that skating in Second Life was just as much fun as in real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that I was all business, in Second Life every week in January with &lt;a href="http://deannaraybourn.typepad.com/"&gt;Deanna Raybourn&lt;/a&gt;, the charming author of &lt;a href="http://www.eharlequin.com/storeitem.html?iid=16311&amp;cid=242"&gt;Silent in the Sanctuary&lt;/a&gt;, doing a live-audio reading and Q&amp;A, hosting a fabulous (and very well-attended) Victorian ball, and hosting a more intimate group of aspiring writers for a writing workshop.  All of which required a collection of new, fancy, Victorian gowns for my avatar, but of course!  A lady must never be underdressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/R6zRkzuezrI/AAAAAAAAACU/l_Oq1xNFhR0/s1600-h/SITS_Jan+10_017.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/R6zRkzuezrI/AAAAAAAAACU/l_Oq1xNFhR0/s320/SITS_Jan+10_017.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164733302977777330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/R6zR_juezsI/AAAAAAAAACc/QQgpGf5vDuU/s1600-h/sanctuary_012.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/R6zR_juezsI/AAAAAAAAACc/QQgpGf5vDuU/s320/sanctuary_012.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164733762539278018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which was way fun, but whew!  Glad to get back to RL for a while!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-9036497596055585819?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/9036497596055585819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=9036497596055585819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/9036497596055585819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/9036497596055585819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/02/newbie-forced-to-make-time-to-update.html' title='Newbie forced to make time to update blog'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/R6zOzzuezpI/AAAAAAAAACE/LIFHjtWTh9M/s72-c/Snapshot_skate_002.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-7847332230485953387</id><published>2008-01-15T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T17:03:17.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Newbie!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!  Tag, I'm it!  &lt;a href="http://www.mynameiskate.ca/2008/01/eight-for-2008.html"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for an "8 things" meme that seems to have been kick-started by my fellow &lt;a href="http://www.torontogirlgeekdinners.ca/"&gt;Girl Geek &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialmediagroup.ca/2008/01/01/eight-things-you-probably-didnt-know-about-me/"&gt;Maggie Fox&lt;/a&gt;, and as much as I normally dislike memes, I can't think of a better way to kick off 2008 than by the oversharing of personal info.  And awaaaay we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight things you might not know about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you didn't start reading this blog at the beginning then you might not know that &lt;strong&gt;my parents co-founded a commune &lt;/strong&gt;in 1971.  Yes, it's true, I was raised in the woods by hippies.  We made our own cheese and had no indoor plumbing.  We had a communal garden and a shared cow, and in the summer we wore no clothes.  Some of these tenets have fallen by the wayside in the ensuing years, notably the nudity, but the commune is still very much a going concern (in fact I am regularly courted by the current members to join).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. And that crunchy-granola upbringing perhaps explains why &lt;strong&gt;in high school I was a full-on goth&lt;/strong&gt;.  Black clothing, white makeup, lots of Bauhaus and Siouxsie and the Banshees... the whole iconoclastic shebang.  You can't get much less outdoorsy than goth culture, so I suppose in my way I was rebelling by embracing a subculture dependent upon urban living.  There aren't many goths in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;I'm an only child with 6 siblings&lt;/strong&gt;.  No, not a riddle -- a result of a broken home.  After their divorce my parents both hooked up again (and again, in my Dad's case), so I have 2 half-brothers and 3 half-sisters plus one bonus stepsister -- but no full-on sibs.  It freaks me out a little bit to think that the people I think of as my brother and my sister could get legally married since they're not related except through me.  It gets even freakier when my mom talks about how my sister Alix and my brother Steve have SO much in common and would make SUCH a good couple... (All together now: EW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;I'm distantly related to the King of Sweden&lt;/strong&gt;.  My Dad is second-generation Finnish-Canadian, and is still in contact with my grandmother's family in Finland.  They are fond of telling the story of the Crown Prince and our great-great-grandmother, who used to work for the Swedish royal family... until she got pregnant, left Sweden, and moved to Finland, settling down in a small town on the coast to raise her young son alone, speaking only Swedish.  (All together now... Hmmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;I'm epileptic&lt;/strong&gt;.  It's not a secret, just not something I tend to publicize.  It's easy to forget that I have this chronic, incurable condition because my seizures are controlled by medication -- in fact until a couple of weeks ago, it'd been 6 years since my last seizure.  Then I had a seizure on Jan. 2nd.  Quite a way to usher in the new year, wouldn't you say?  There's a fairly lengthy recovery period involved, and now you know why I haven't posted until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I have a 3-year-old daughter&lt;/strong&gt;, Zoe, whom I absolutely adore, even though she is single-handedly responsible for turning me from a jaded sophisticate into a pajama-wearing marshmallow who cries at the barest hint of sentiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I was young, &lt;strong&gt;I wanted to be an actress&lt;/strong&gt;.  I took acting lessons all through high school and minored in Drama in University.  My career peaked with a one-time appearance on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Degrassi_Junior_High"&gt;Degrassi Junior High &lt;/a&gt;and I eventually realized that to be a successful actress one needed to get used to baring either one's soul, or one's boobs, or both.  I chose modesty and baring my soul only online in blog form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;I have a deep and abiding love for good single-malt Scotch&lt;/strong&gt;.  I used to be strictly a wine-or-beer-or-cooler girl, with the occasional G&amp;T thrown in on special occasions, until I went to Scotland on our honeymoon.  After touring a few distilleries, I spontaneously and somewhat accidentally entered a blind-nosing contest (in which you are given opaque glasses of Scotch and must identify the vintage only by smell) and against all probabilities, I won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm supposed to tag 8 others and keep this chain going, but &lt;a href="http://bargainista.blogspot.com/2008/01/eight-new-things-you-dont-know-about-me.html"&gt;all of the people I know who blog have already been tagged&lt;/a&gt;!  So I'm going to take a cue from my sister &lt;a href="http://driftwooddragon.livejournal.com/23628.html"&gt;Alix&lt;/a&gt; and dead-end this meme right here.  Unless of course you want to pick up the torch and carry it for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-7847332230485953387?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/7847332230485953387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=7847332230485953387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7847332230485953387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7847332230485953387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2008/01/return-of-newbie.html' title='Return of the Newbie!'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-5122994124687560722</id><published>2007-11-27T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:28:11.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie on hiatus</title><content type='html'>If it isn't already obvious, things have gotten really hectic for me these past couple of weeks, with the result that I've completely forgotten about this blog.  And the next several weeks look to be about the same, what with work, holidays, and all the festivity associated therewith.  So let's call it a holiday-related hiatus, and I'll rejoin the blogosphere in 2008 refreshed and renewed and full of sagacity and fascination for all things digital!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays!  See you in 08!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-5122994124687560722?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/5122994124687560722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=5122994124687560722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/5122994124687560722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/5122994124687560722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/11/newbie-on-hiatus.html' title='Newbie on hiatus'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-8689191684096824710</id><published>2007-11-06T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:55:01.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><title type='text'>Plugging back in, ready to... party with the pervs?</title><content type='html'>While we were, as my darling husband put it, "vacationing in the 19th century" during our bathroom reno (ie living without internet or TV -- if you call that living!), I missed the episode of CSI:NY that featured Second Life.  Luckily, our home is equipped with a PVR, so upon our return to a 21st century lifestyle I fired it up and watched the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Did anyone else see that piece of dreck?  My first impressions are that Gary Sinise is way slumming on this show.  Leaving aside Second Life for a moment, the plot relies heavily upon technological contrivances that beg disbelief, and the dialogue ranges from wooden to cliched.  But whatever.  At first I was mildly excited that Second Life would play such a big role in the plot of such a popular show.  "Finally," I thought, "I won't have to explain to people what Second Life is, and how it's not a game, and it's not populated exclusively by weirdos, freaks, and pervs!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no such luck.  Anyone watching CSI:NY that night would be left with the strong impression that Second Life is all about gameplaying (eg fighting monsters, air surfing) or meeting up with weird, freakish, pervy avatars controlled by friendless, loveless losers.  What a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointing for me especially, not only because the portrayal was wildly inaccurate according to my own experiences within Second Life, but also because the negative impression engendered by the show is going to make it that much more challenging for me to convince various holders of purse strings that Second Life is a worthy markting venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help wondering how Linden Labs feels about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-8689191684096824710?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/8689191684096824710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=8689191684096824710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/8689191684096824710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/8689191684096824710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/11/plugging-back-in-ready-to-party-with.html' title='Plugging back in, ready to... party with the pervs?'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-6869928140143466152</id><published>2007-10-17T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:38:16.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie Unplugged -- not by choice, but by necessity</title><content type='html'>The good news is we're having our bathroom renovated -- totally gutted, and rebuilt from the studs up.  The bad news is, it's our only bathroom.  No powder room, not even a water closet in the basement.  So, we've moved in with my mom for the duration; and if you've read my previous posts, you know that her household is not exactly enabled for the 21st century.  So if I'm not posting much in the next few weeks... you'll know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm choosing to look at this as a golden opportunity to catch up on my reading.  So if there are any books out there right now that I should be reading, please let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-6869928140143466152?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/6869928140143466152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=6869928140143466152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6869928140143466152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6869928140143466152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/10/newbie-unplugged-not-by-choice-but-by.html' title='Newbie Unplugged -- not by choice, but by necessity'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-6966663416419529425</id><published>2007-10-12T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:13:51.139-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><title type='text'>Reconnecting with friends... Well, their avatars</title><content type='html'>Monday October 1st saw another After A Fashion social-shopping get-together in Second Life.  Check out the the &lt;a href="http://mynameiskate.typepad.com/aaf/"&gt;AAF blog &lt;/a&gt;for details of the amazing outfits and free hair fat packs I picked up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get together with the AAF girls in Second Life I'm amazed at how the virtual world enables me to reconnect with people that I seldom see in RL (real life).  Even though it was ages since the last AAF excursion, we quickly fell into an easy conversation.  Of course it helps that the social shopping aspect gives us an activity to share in, so there are few awkward pauses in the conversation; but even when I encounter utter strangers in SL, the chat seems to flow, and folks are just generally more friendly and approachable than anyone I've encountered in RL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself musing about this more and more, and wishing that I could put my finger on the element of Second Life that makes for such easy interaction.  What do you think?  Any ideas as to why this is so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-6966663416419529425?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/6966663416419529425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=6966663416419529425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6966663416419529425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6966663416419529425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/10/reconnecting-with-friends-well-their.html' title='Reconnecting with friends... Well, their avatars'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-7759201317225750573</id><published>2007-10-05T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T16:28:39.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><title type='text'>Newbie is now "Second Life expert"</title><content type='html'>Ironic, isn't it? But true: to a big group of former skeptics, I'm now their go-to person for info on virtual worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 25th an &lt;a href="http://www.slnn.com/article/mjrose-reincarnationist/"&gt;event&lt;/a&gt; that I've been planning for months finally happened: a live-audio reading and author Q&amp;A in Second Life, organized by me, in a gorgeous sim designed and built by the good folks at &lt;a href="http://www.purplestripe.com/services.php"&gt;purplestripe&lt;/a&gt;.  By all measures it was a successful event -- attendance was good, and we got some decent blog buzz before and after; but to me, the real measure of success was that the folks I work with are now, finally, starting to get it.  A large part of the planning process involved selling the concept of an in-world author event to TPTB where I work -- no small feat considering the deep-seated skepticism around all things digital and SL in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the event I arranged for my office PC to be moved into a boardroom and hooked up to a projector, so that anyone who wanted to could view the event as it happened, live.  I wish you could have been a fly on the wall when people saw SL for the first time and realized its implications.  "You mean to tell me that each avatar represents a &lt;em&gt;real person&lt;/em&gt;?" "So these people could be anywhere in the world right now?  And they're all hearing the same audio we can hear?" "You mean I can chat with more than one person at a time, in &lt;em&gt;real time&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One small event for an avatar, one giant leap for the Great Unplugged.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few snapshots from the event:&lt;br /&gt;The build:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RwaeC9Lz62I/AAAAAAAAABs/XM8vFZv7JoY/s1600-h/Snapshot_MJ+Rose+event_012.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RwaeC9Lz62I/AAAAAAAAABs/XM8vFZv7JoY/s400/Snapshot_MJ+Rose+event_012.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117951800174177122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe looking studious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RwaeU9Lz63I/AAAAAAAAAB0/T-i-DWLVvHE/s1600-h/Snapshot_MJ+Rose+event_031.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RwaeU9Lz63I/AAAAAAAAAB0/T-i-DWLVvHE/s400/Snapshot_MJ+Rose+event_031.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117952109411822450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-7759201317225750573?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/7759201317225750573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=7759201317225750573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7759201317225750573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7759201317225750573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/10/newbie-is-now-second-life-expert.html' title='Newbie is now &quot;Second Life expert&quot;'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RwaeC9Lz62I/AAAAAAAAABs/XM8vFZv7JoY/s72-c/Snapshot_MJ+Rose+event_012.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-2846962851422239821</id><published>2007-09-21T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T16:19:29.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGGD'/><title type='text'>Second Toronto Girl Geek Dinner</title><content type='html'>This past Wednesday saw the second Toronto Girl Geek Dinner.  This time I hosted, solo, as Maggie Fox was out of town -- but thanks to her thorough prep work everything went smooth as glass.  In my humble opinion, of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event's defining principle seems to have engendered quite a lively debate over on the &lt;a href="http://www.torontogirlgeekdinners.ca/"&gt;TGGD blog &lt;/a&gt;-- interestingly, the most enflamed comments have come from those who weren't able to attend.  Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm naive, but when I co-founded the TGGD with Maggie, we weren't thinking of excluding men at all -- having attended a few testosterone-heavy geek dinners, the whole point was to encourage any guys who wanted to attend to bring a girl with them, to encourage the ladies (particularly female students) to come out more and network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole thing is a minefield of misread intentions, so I'll say no more.  Except to ask this: do YOU think it's exclusionary?  If so, what's the solution -- a merge with the ad hoc Geek Dinner crowd?  Suggestions welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-2846962851422239821?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/2846962851422239821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=2846962851422239821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/2846962851422239821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/2846962851422239821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/09/second-toronto-girl-geek-dinner.html' title='Second Toronto Girl Geek Dinner'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-6116744711529951783</id><published>2007-09-13T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:15:58.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><title type='text'>Speaking of breaks... and tweets</title><content type='html'>Wow, I'm horrified to realize just how long it has been since I posted last! Talk about taking a break!  Oddly, I do have lots of thoughts to share and ideas that I want to seek feedback on -- I just don't have a lot of time these days.  Now that summer is over, work is on like Donkey Kong, as the kids say.  But I will try to make time to post when I am moved to do so, rather than putting it off and putting it off until I forget what it was I wanted to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that's happened lately is that I finally (FINALLY) signed up for &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/thenewbie"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt; successfully.  Yeah, I know what you're thinking: I'm about 5 months too late.  It's true!  I was momentarily thrilled that I finally managed to get our corporate IT department to modify my firewall enough so that I could sign up... only to find that Twitter is akin to a desolate ghost town.  Maybe I'm just not following the right people.  Or maybe I've missed the boat completely.  Either way, I gotta say that there doesn't seem to be much action there, and when there is, my reaction is mostly: meh.  I think I prefer longform blogs to the micro-thoughts posted on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hoping someone can educate this naive newbie.  What am I missing?  Has Twitter jumped the shark?  Or am I using it wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-6116744711529951783?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/6116744711529951783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=6116744711529951783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6116744711529951783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6116744711529951783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/09/speaking-of-breaks-and-tweets.html' title='Speaking of breaks... and tweets'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-1008713784301553882</id><published>2007-08-23T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T14:28:11.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaks and Blogs</title><content type='html'>Confession time: my "annual unplugging" lasted only 10 days, but my break from blogging has been, well, significantly longer than that.  Yes, it's true: I've been back in the land of the Internet-capable for 2 full weeks now, yet haven't blogged.  I could say that I was busy getting caught up on work and social duties, but that would be a half-truth.  The fact is, I was enjoying my blogging break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I attended the Geek Dinner organized by the supremely awesome &lt;a href="http://www.twistimage.com/blog/"&gt;Mr. Mitch Joel&lt;/a&gt; and was somewhat surprised to learn how many other dedicated bloggers felt the same way.  Both Michael Seaton of &lt;a href="http://www.theclientsideblog.com/"&gt;The Client Side &lt;/a&gt;and Kathryn of &lt;a href="http://thatkathryngirl.typepad.com/that_kathryn_girl/"&gt;That Kathryn Girl &lt;/a&gt;copped to also extending their vacays when it came to blogging.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say: good on them!  Not just because knowing they felt the same way eased my own guilt, but because I think it's too easy to fall into the trap of "blog obligation", which can sap your creativity.  If you need to take a break from blogging, so be it.  Maybe you'll rediscover your love for the medium; maybe you'll find you don't miss it.  Or maybe you'll discover, as one of my formerly-favorite bloggers posted for the final time: "I discovered I hate blogging."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-1008713784301553882?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/1008713784301553882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=1008713784301553882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/1008713784301553882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/1008713784301553882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/08/breaks-and-blogs.html' title='Breaks and Blogs'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-7117866689926441482</id><published>2007-07-30T16:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:14:41.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie Unplugged</title><content type='html'>Doesn't it feel like forever since I posted?  It does to me!  My excuse is that I was out of town attending a writers' conference in Dallas, then I was back in the office trying desperately to get caught up, and then I was trying to get ahead because I'm going away for 10 days starting this Thursday.  Yes, that's right, it's time for The Newbie's Annual Unplugging!  We are heading back to the The Farm (ie: &lt;a href="http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/03/short-history-of-me.html"&gt;the commune&lt;/a&gt;) where there are no phones, no TV, no Internet, not a single luxury... Like Robinson Crusoe, it's primitive as can be.  *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally I'm ODing on all things digital before I go.  My iPod is freshly loaded, my DVR is set, and I just dashed into Second Life for a quick shopping trip and snatched up some lovely ballet flats from Shiny Things!  Here's Chloe hovering in mid-air modelling her pinkety-pink outfit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Rq5FhxHIOhI/AAAAAAAAABc/RNTq0UrrW64/s1600-h/July+30_1_crop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Rq5FhxHIOhI/AAAAAAAAABc/RNTq0UrrW64/s400/July+30_1_crop.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093084675023845906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is contemplating the abyss while showing off the cutey-cute bow on the back of her dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Rq5F6BHIOiI/AAAAAAAAABk/9e9v61hViRo/s1600-h/July+30_2_crop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Rq5F6BHIOiI/AAAAAAAAABk/9e9v61hViRo/s400/July+30_2_crop.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093085091635673634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I'm still learning how to use &lt;a href="http://mynameiskate.typepad.com/secondlife/"&gt;Katicus&lt;/a&gt;' modelling stand to its full effectiveness.  And I haven't mastered the fine art of lighting, either.  But hey, I wouldn't be much of a newbie if I had, would I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-7117866689926441482?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/7117866689926441482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=7117866689926441482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7117866689926441482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7117866689926441482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/07/newbie-unplugged.html' title='Newbie Unplugged'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Rq5FhxHIOhI/AAAAAAAAABc/RNTq0UrrW64/s72-c/July+30_1_crop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-3898877143355550967</id><published>2007-07-10T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T20:18:36.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>New Second Life Skin and Swimsuit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If only shopping IRL (in real life) were as easy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not happy with your skin tone? Buy a new skin! (Or, if you're an impulsive shopper like me, buy a 4-pack for a volume discount!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimsuit shopping is a breeze when you don't have to use a fitting room, and you can change the size and shape of your *ahem* assets to suit the suit. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a pic of Chloe in her new swimsuit, with platform straw wedges and platinum hair to match:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RpQg1FKu3XI/AAAAAAAAABM/rfwj90D-qBE/s1600-h/new+swimsuit_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085725975500479858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RpQg1FKu3XI/AAAAAAAAABM/rfwj90D-qBE/s400/new+swimsuit_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a pic of Chloe chillin' on the beach at Playboy Island:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RpQhOVKu3YI/AAAAAAAAABU/Keq-UbaPzTs/s1600-h/new+swimsuit_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RpQhOVKu3YI/AAAAAAAAABU/Keq-UbaPzTs/s400/new+swimsuit_002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085726409292176770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, thanks to the After a Fashion gang for a fabulously fun shopping excursion!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-3898877143355550967?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/3898877143355550967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=3898877143355550967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/3898877143355550967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/3898877143355550967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-second-life-skin-and-swimsuit.html' title='New Second Life Skin and Swimsuit!'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RpQg1FKu3XI/AAAAAAAAABM/rfwj90D-qBE/s72-c/new+swimsuit_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-7488342659279420480</id><published>2007-07-06T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:46:54.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web 2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><title type='text'>Redefining Friendship</title><content type='html'>Last post for today.  I promise!  I haven't had much time to post lately, so I guess I'm making up for it today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stoked to be going shopping in Second Life twice in the next few days -- tonight for skins, and Monday with the After a Fashion gang for bikinis.  Not just because I've been hankering for a new skin, and a bikini to properly show it off, but because it gives me a chance to socialize with my dear friends &lt;a href="http://www.bargainista.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eden &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.mynameiskate.ca/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me thinking some more about how social media and web 2.0 are redefining friendship for a large proportion of the online world.  To me, shopping in SL with my After a Fashion friends is the same as shopping in real life (except that I'm much less likely to do it in real life because I hate trying on clothes).  To me, the fact that Mitch Joel posted a link to an article in his del.icio.us is the same thing as if he'd emailed me the link or the article directly.  To me, my sister posting on her MySpace blog about her house purchase is the same as if she'd IM'd or emailed or phoned me personally to share the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My offline friends don't feel the same way, however, and much as I try to explain it to them, they don't get it.  To them, my telling them that I have plans tonight to shop online is akin to my telling them that I'm going to move to a small cabin in the woods like Ted Koszinski.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me? Has anyone else had trouble trying to define, or redefine, the new boundaries of friendship for their loved ones who aren't as plugged in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-7488342659279420480?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/7488342659279420480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=7488342659279420480' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7488342659279420480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7488342659279420480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/07/redefining-friendship.html' title='Redefining Friendship'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-6892127380542354591</id><published>2007-07-06T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:33:22.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Bargains just as good as Real</title><content type='html'>A flurry of posts today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to encourage those who are interested to check out the &lt;a href="http://mynameiskate.typepad.com/aaf/"&gt;After a Fashion &lt;/a&gt;blog -- I just posted with news about a clearance sale at one of my favorite Second Life clothing stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a photo of Chloe sporting some of her new duds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Ro6KqFKu3WI/AAAAAAAAABE/YYmQrMJkSRw/s1600-h/Canimal+dress_001_crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Ro6KqFKu3WI/AAAAAAAAABE/YYmQrMJkSRw/s320/Canimal+dress_001_crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084153484894199138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, pose and backdrop are courtesy of &lt;a href="http://mynameiskate.typepad.com/secondlife/"&gt;Katicus&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-6892127380542354591?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/6892127380542354591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=6892127380542354591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6892127380542354591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6892127380542354591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/07/virtual-bargains-just-as-good-as-real.html' title='Virtual Bargains just as good as Real'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Ro6KqFKu3WI/AAAAAAAAABE/YYmQrMJkSRw/s72-c/Canimal+dress_001_crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-8617204805348062852</id><published>2007-07-06T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:29:18.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web 2.0'/><title type='text'>It's the end of privacy as we know it...and I feel fine</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about privacy lately, and the ways in which Web 2.0 is redefining it and its limits in the public space.  Not just the public debate and controversy over &lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/business/media/2007/07/03/google-privacy-antitrust-tech-cx_0704oxford.html"&gt;Google and DoubleClick&lt;/a&gt;, or the relative safety of posting personal photos on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com"&gt;FaceBook&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;, but the broader question of what defines privacy for the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I came across an upcoming conference on marketing in Second Life and decided to &lt;a href="http://www.iqpc.com/cgi-bin/templates/document.html?topic=236&amp;event=13571&amp;document=99516"&gt;download the brochure&lt;/a&gt;.  To do so I was asked to fill in some fields and give contact info -- not too unusual.  About an hour afterwards a kind young man from the organization telephoned me to follow up, make sure I was able to complete the download successfully, and let me know about some group and hotel discounts they had available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I relayed this information to a colleague she was shocked at this invasion of my privacy, and indignant on my behalf.  I had trouble explaining to her that in my view, I had opted in to get this call by filling in the optional telephone number field, and that this call was not only helpful, but was much preferable to the type of spam calls that I get all the time at home and work from telemarketers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my colleague, this call was on par with an unwanted telemarketing call. To me, this call was on par with someone giving me information that I had actually requested directly.  Two different ways of viewing the issue, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-8617204805348062852?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/8617204805348062852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=8617204805348062852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/8617204805348062852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/8617204805348062852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-end-of-privacy-as-we-know-itand-i.html' title='It&apos;s the end of privacy as we know it...and I feel fine'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-6902971584810197716</id><published>2007-06-29T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:29:06.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGGD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl geeks'/><title type='text'>Getting My Girl Geek On</title><content type='html'>This past Wednesday night was the inaugural Toronto Girl Geek Dinner.  I've already written about it on the &lt;a href="http://www.torontogirlgeekdinners.ca/"&gt;TGGD blog &lt;/a&gt; -- check it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a more personal aside, I'm throwing off my carefully constructed mantle of jaded cynicism for a moment to note that I really found the evening very inspiring.  Hearing Sandy Kemsley speak about the challenges she's faced and surmounted as a woman working in the male-dominated tech sector made me feel very lucky to have the position that I do, working in an industry (publishing) and at a company (Harlequin) that is populated with strong, smart females, from the front lines all the way up to the executive ranks.  I'm also very lucky to work with a small, passionate team of extremely smart women who also happen to enjoy dishing about LiLo, TomKat, and reality TV, and admiring each other's shoes.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very psyched about the future Girl Geek Dinners and am excited about the opportunity to meet and network with more cool chicks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-6902971584810197716?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/6902971584810197716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=6902971584810197716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6902971584810197716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6902971584810197716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-my-girl-geek-on.html' title='Getting My Girl Geek On'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-8194303829797245512</id><published>2007-06-14T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:53:38.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my Geek On</title><content type='html'>Spent all day yesterday immersed in learning at the &lt;a href="http://www.iabcanada.com/"&gt;IAB&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.iabcanadaevents.com/socialmedia/"&gt;Intensive, One-Day Course in Social Media&lt;/a&gt;, listening to the awesomely smart &lt;a href="http://www.twistimage.com/blog/"&gt;Mitch Joel &lt;/a&gt;inaugurate the uninitiated into the world of online social media and Web 2.0.  Learned a few new things but mostly just enjoyed being entertained by Mitch (he is an amazing public speaker) and basked in the feeling of being among others who either Get It, or are willing to find out what It Is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrast that with the frustrating conversation I had this morning with my mom and stepfather as they struggle to understand the new online space.  My mom discovered one of my four blogs last week (ok, I know that four sounds excessive, but each has its purpose, I swear) and is both mystified by the amount of "private" information I've shared there and concerned about my privacy and my mental health.  My stepfather is fond of snorting derisively and loudly dismissing bloggers as "freaks" and "lunatics", yet from what I can tell, he does nothing but read blogs all day.  Go figure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've blogged in this very space &lt;a href="http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html"&gt;before&lt;/a&gt; about my parents' Luddite tendencies, so I guess their reaction to my choices regarding embracing the new online social media is no surprise.  &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/27341/"&gt;This article &lt;/a&gt;tagged by Mitch Joel in his del.icio.us (thanks Mitch!) encapsulates the divide pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do without my stepfather's hypocritical pedantism though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-8194303829797245512?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/8194303829797245512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=8194303829797245512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/8194303829797245512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/8194303829797245512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-my-geek-on.html' title='Getting my Geek On'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-514166337632823610</id><published>2007-06-06T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:53:17.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BEA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><title type='text'>Second Life Encounter at BEA</title><content type='html'>So I'm at &lt;a href="http://www.bookexpoamerica.com/App/homepage.cfm?moduleid=42&amp;appname=288"&gt;Book Expo America&lt;/a&gt;, strolling around the show floor and picking up galleys of this and that.  I'm wandering aimlessly through the Wiley booth when a Wiley catalogue on display catches my eye.  The cover of the catalogue shows two Second Life avatars and I &lt;strong&gt;swear&lt;/strong&gt; that I know one of them.  I check inside the front cover for a photo credit and sure enough, the avatar image is from the cover of &lt;a href="http://ca.wiley.com/WileyCDA/WileyTitle/productCd-0470171146.html"&gt;this book &lt;/a&gt; and the avatar I recognize is fellow After a Fashion-ista Catherine Omega! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grab the catalogue and go racing off to tell someone, just as any excitable person would when they find out that an acquaintance's photo is on display.  "Hey!" I say when I spy a friend. "Check this out, I know this girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend levels her gaze at me.  "Jen," she says as if talking to a crazy person, "this is a &lt;em&gt;cartoon&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it odd that this didn't occur to me?  I only know Catherine from SL and recognizing her avatar, whom I have "met" and interacted with was, to me, the same as recognizing a flesh-and-blood person.  Does this make me weird or just hopeless?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-514166337632823610?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/514166337632823610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=514166337632823610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/514166337632823610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/514166337632823610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/06/second-life-encounter-at-bea.html' title='Second Life Encounter at BEA'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-9060239625176662913</id><published>2007-06-04T16:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:46:55.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web 2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publishing'/><title type='text'>Dragging publishing into the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Book Expo America in NYC.  Ever the newbie, this was my first BEA (though not my first time in New York).  I was hoping to come back inspired, filled with startling, fresh insights into how publishing can integrate Web 2.0 into the marketing and promotion of authors...  But instead I learned that no-one really has any greater insights or ideas than anyone else.  Either that, or those that have figured out Web 2.0 are closely guarding this info and won't share with others in the book industry.  Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, there is a LOT of interest in digital media -- every session on this topic was jam-packed, and many of the meeting rooms reserved for these previously unpopular topics were beyond standing-room-only, with folks crowding the doorways trying to hear the speakers.  So, people are starting to "get" the fact that Web 2.0 offers unprecedented marketing and promotion opportunities -- it's just that no-one has figured out how to really take advantage of that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear more about Book Expo, they offer a &lt;a href="http://www.bookexpocast.com/"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt;, and many of the presentations and panels are recorded for this purpose.  Just imagine yourself in a hot, stuffy, overcrowded room, press play, and it'll be almost like being there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-9060239625176662913?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/9060239625176662913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=9060239625176662913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/9060239625176662913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/9060239625176662913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/06/dragging-publishing-into-21st-century.html' title='Dragging publishing into the 21st Century'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-5092416412793010243</id><published>2007-05-29T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T17:04:23.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Life Shopping -- Again, and again, and...</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy with this and that -- working, dipping in and out of various social media platforms, enjoying the fine weather now that summer is finally showing its warm face -- that I have had no time to post in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, however, found time to shop in Second Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no rational explanation for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RlyU_vbYDAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/E-K9fzH3B9k/s1600-h/May+29_crop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RlyU_vbYDAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/E-K9fzH3B9k/s320/May+29_crop.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070091103296293890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smashing dress, though, eh?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backdrop and pose are courtesy of &lt;a href="http://mynameiskate.typepad.com/secondlife/"&gt;Katicus Sparrow&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-5092416412793010243?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/5092416412793010243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=5092416412793010243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/5092416412793010243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/5092416412793010243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/05/second-life-shopping-again-and-again.html' title='Second Life Shopping -- Again, and again, and...'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RlyU_vbYDAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/E-K9fzH3B9k/s72-c/May+29_crop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-3849925713561837530</id><published>2007-05-17T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T09:35:40.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More shoes, more clothes, more shoes...</title><content type='html'>It's a sickness, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RkxZ6PbYC_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9ZIioWTHt90/s1600-h/Snapshot_May+16_crop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RkxZ6PbYC_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9ZIioWTHt90/s320/Snapshot_May+16_crop.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065522537993604082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't I look adorable with my new cherry platform pumps, 40s-style suit, and new hair?  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-3849925713561837530?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/3849925713561837530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=3849925713561837530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/3849925713561837530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/3849925713561837530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-shoes-more-clothes-more-shoes.html' title='More shoes, more clothes, more shoes...'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RkxZ6PbYC_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9ZIioWTHt90/s72-c/Snapshot_May+16_crop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-8449041141769736273</id><published>2007-05-11T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T12:25:18.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Life Shopping Addiction</title><content type='html'>My name is Chloe -- sorry, no, Jen -- and I'm a Second Life shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first few times in Second Life I played it cool, stuck to the freebies and dollarbies and demos that are abundantly available.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my friend &lt;a href="http://mynameiskate.typepad.com/secondlife/"&gt;Katicus&lt;/a&gt; took me to a shoe store.  The Shiny Things Boutique.  It was amazing... feats of impossible engineering, shoes of magnitude and variety all but impossible in the real world, all for the low low price of a few hundred Lindens...  I couldn't help myself -- I bought three pairs of gorgeous shoes, and I figured that was it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, then I had to have outfits to go with the shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was the search for the perfect black dress to go with my black stilettos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RkiMAdyK8dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rsmZI5_IvTI/s1600-h/Snapshot_May+11_07_001crop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RkiMAdyK8dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rsmZI5_IvTI/s320/Snapshot_May+11_07_001crop.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064451720601072082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I snatched up a cute schoolgirl outfit to go with my sapphire retro wedges:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RkiMStyK8eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ugyipwP-ohA/s1600-h/Snapshot_May+11_07_002crop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RkiMStyK8eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ugyipwP-ohA/s320/Snapshot_May+11_07_002crop.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064452034133684706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't stop!!  More clothes, more more more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is another After A Fashion shopping trip.  This time the whole focus is on shoes!!  Which no doubt will lead to the purchase of MORE outfits...  OMG, I can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-8449041141769736273?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/8449041141769736273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=8449041141769736273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/8449041141769736273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/8449041141769736273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-name-is-chloe-sorry-no-jen-and-im.html' title='Second Life Shopping Addiction'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/RkiMAdyK8dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rsmZI5_IvTI/s72-c/Snapshot_May+11_07_001crop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-421892205742556968</id><published>2007-05-03T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:08:12.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web 2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social media'/><title type='text'>By the power of... Me.</title><content type='html'>This article neatly describes the implications of &lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/technology/content/may2007/tc20070503_266204.htm"&gt;what happened to Digg this week&lt;/a&gt;.  In the world of social media, the balance of power is squarely in the hands of the users.  Social media business models are dependent upon users, well, using -- and everyone knows it, from the users to the smart execs like those at Digg, who clearly recognize that to kowtow to legal precedent in this matter means death to their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's my commune upbringing, but I can't help but see parallels with political theory, specifically the rise of Communism in 1917 and the peace movement of the 70s.  One famous slogan of that movement is "what if they gave a war and nobody came?"  (I think my hippie parents may have had a bumper sticker to that effect.)  My anarchist husband would no doubt explain more eloquently than I can that governments need citizens just as social media platforms need users.  The significant difference being, of course, that most governments (excluding those that are new and therefore highly susceptible to coups d'etat) have elaborate systems in place to force citizens to put the interests of the government ahead of their own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this ever happen to Web 2.0?  Will access to these platforms become so ingrained and essential that the idea of effecting radical change upon them becomes anathema to the users?  Or will the reverse happen, with users calling the shots and businesses changing their models to keep the masses loyal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In political theory, there's usually one catalystic event that triggers mass uprising and revolt, one "we're mad as hell, and we're not going to take it anymore" moment that forces change.  There's already an undercurrent of resentment against DRM and the ongoing Google/YouTube copyright debacle.  Maybe that issue will be the focus of the next tipping point for change.  Gosh, I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-421892205742556968?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/421892205742556968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=421892205742556968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/421892205742556968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/421892205742556968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/05/by-power-of-me.html' title='By the power of... Me.'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-8866424853035885417</id><published>2007-04-26T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:40:41.634-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><title type='text'>...Oh, and a cute belt, too!</title><content type='html'>The lovely &lt;a href="http://www.mynameiskate.ca/"&gt;Kate&lt;/a&gt;'s comment on my last post reminded me that I'd forgotten to even mention the cute multi-colored snakeskin belt pack that I'd bought at Shiny Things, one of which Chloe is modelling in the photo below.  A pack of 6 or 8 (I forget) thin wrapped belts for (I think) L$250 -- bargain!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-8866424853035885417?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/8866424853035885417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=8866424853035885417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/8866424853035885417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/8866424853035885417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-and-cute-belt-too.html' title='...Oh, and a cute belt, too!'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-2405892641769018779</id><published>2007-04-24T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:46:12.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><title type='text'>Cruel Shoes vs Cool Shoes</title><content type='html'>I'm so loving my shoes right now! I'm wearing my newest acquisition, an adorable pair of bubblegum-pink canvas stacked platform stilettos. They make my already-small feet look even smaller and super-cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, while I am busy spending long minutes gazing lovingly at these shoes and turning my feet this way and that to further admire them when I should be working, my feet themselves are not similarly enamoured. No, my feet are not happy with being squeezed into new shoes that pinch and are really too high; and they are rebelling by going numb, and slowly taking my calves with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have high-maintenance feet. Sure, they are small and cute; but they are also a bit too small at size 6 for my 5-foot-8 height. Compounding the body-mass-to-foot-area ratio problem is the fact that I am not a thin girl. No, my body type is the kind usually generously described as "curvy" or "voluptuous" -- and I don't mean that in the Maxim magazine sense of "having big boobs"; I mean &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; curvy, as in big boobs, lovely round belly that I could use to fake pregnancy in order to get preferential transit seating (not that I would ever do that!), and bubble butt worthy of J.Lo. Also I have abnormally high arches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love shoe shopping in Second Life. Not only are the shoes on offer super-cute, boasting creative designs rivalling anything I've coveted and/or bought in RL (and happily unhindered by the laws of physics as in RL), but they always fit because you can change the size of your feet, and no matter how far or how long your avatar walks, your tiny SL feet will never get tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus far I've only gone SL shoe shopping once, to the Shiny Things store in SL with the always-awesome &lt;a href="http://mynameiskate.typepad.com/secondlife/"&gt;Katicus Sparrow&lt;/a&gt; and a couple of new friends, Catherine and Melanie, but I already feel the addiction growing. Must...have...cute...shoes... &lt;gurgle&gt;&lt;drool&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of Chloe sporting her new look, plus cute shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Ri5eQWf9-6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Is9PcarEgjc/s1600-h/new+shoes_edit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Ri5eQWf9-6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Is9PcarEgjc/s320/new+shoes_edit.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057083066594229154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-2405892641769018779?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/2405892641769018779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=2405892641769018779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/2405892641769018779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/2405892641769018779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/04/cruel-shoes-vs-cool-shoes.html' title='Cruel Shoes vs Cool Shoes'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IFh2yyFSpFM/Ri5eQWf9-6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/Is9PcarEgjc/s72-c/new+shoes_edit.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-393629457969683238</id><published>2007-04-19T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:36:17.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>Feeling the Love</title><content type='html'>I have comments!!  And not just from anyone -- the supremely cool Kate Trgovac of &lt;a href="http://www.mynameiskate.ca/"&gt;mynameiskate&lt;/a&gt;, Eden of &lt;a href="http://www.bargainista.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bargainista&lt;/a&gt;, and Michael Seaton of &lt;a href="http://www.theclientsideblog.com/"&gt;TheClientSide&lt;/a&gt;.  In other words, basically the stars of my "I heart" section to the left there.  The cream in my coffee.  The filling in my Oreo.  And they're reading me!!  I'm feeling the blog love, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also feeling the love for facebook (aka crackbook) these days.  Every time I log on I have new friends -- sometimes folks I've met in reality who've just jumped on the facebook train, sometimes folks I've met purely through our common facebook connections; occasionally, like today, someone I used to hang with in high school, roughly 17 (!) years ago, manages to find me and we reconnect.  It's like a little friendship hit in the middle of the day!  These moments are the food pellets that keep me pressing the new media buttons, to use a hamster analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I know people are reading me, let me ask: what are the food pellets of new media for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-393629457969683238?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/393629457969683238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=393629457969683238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/393629457969683238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/393629457969683238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-love.html' title='Feeling the Love'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-7911573082328979294</id><published>2007-04-18T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:27:36.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web 2.0'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='second life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Double the Thrill</title><content type='html'>As anyone who's been reading this blog can tell, I love me some TV, and last night provided a treat: an all-new eppy of &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/gilmore-girls/show/44/summary.html"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/a&gt;, a show that I continue to love despite its shortcomings and flawed sense of continuity.  It was a good episode too, well worth the wait over spring hiatus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolute highlight for me, though, was the moment when Logan -- played by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0194516/"&gt;Matt Czuchry&lt;/a&gt;, whom I've always thought is terribly cute -- began proselytizing about Web 2.0 and mentioned Second Life.  Swoon! I love it when my favorite things combine.  So what if the character of Logan is, as Lorelai put it, overcoiffed and overprivileged; he's tall, cute, buff, smart, and rich, and if he's into Web 2.0 on top of all that? Well, let's just say I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers.  (And don't mock -- Matt Czuchry is nearly 30 and therefore entirely demographically appropriate for me to crush on.  So there.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-7911573082328979294?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/7911573082328979294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=7911573082328979294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7911573082328979294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/7911573082328979294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/04/double-thrill.html' title='Double the Thrill'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-3045025742967857592</id><published>2007-04-13T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:16:01.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's freezing in here!</title><content type='html'>Went to a few Second Life events this week, starting with the After a Fashion outing on Monday night.  Didn't buy anything but got to meet the rest of the group and hang with some way cool chicks, and admire the clever, beautiful, amazing, weird shit that people are creating and selling in SL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not one for fancy lingerie, or gowns, or bling, but MAN ALIVE I gots to get me some shoes.  The other ladies in the group were all rocking the stilettos, while I was clumping around in my default shoes, which look like Timberlands.  I may be forced to wear sensible footwear in reality, but in SL I should be living out my high-heeled fantasies, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffered a couple of technical issues during the outing: at Katicus' pad my avatar froze and I had to logout and back in, then when we hit the Hair Fair SL crashed on everybody and I had to bail.  I surely hope Linden Labs is working overtime to improve their server capacity because SL is only going to get more crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, Tamara and I hit the Don Tapscott talk at Better World Island.  Fortunately I happened to bump into my new friend, fellow Fashion Plate Patrice Primeau, in the holding area, and she got us past the velvet rope into the talk.  Thanks Patrice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrice also was very helpful and patient while I bumped around like a drunken moron trying to remember how to sit.  I had to laugh out loud at myself at one point when I tried to stop flying and land gracefully next to Patrice... and ended up falling 50 feet onto my face.  Sometimes I am the dorkiest dork who ever dorked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the talk was ok, most of it sounded a lot like Don's notes for the next updated edition of Wikinomics, and he did kind of brush off some of the more challenging and pointed questions in the Q&amp;A section...  I wish he would've referenced Reggio Emilia or the Waldorf methods when asked about how collaborative models could work in education, rather than referring back to how important collaboration is for the next generation, which was so not the point, but whatever -- I was just there to be close to genius.  I'm so on board the collaboration train already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was the usual Coffee with Crayon, which is getting really popular all of a sudden. I had had the same freezing problems again at Don's Wiki talk so this time I stayed off to the side in case my avatar froze in mid-walk and started bumping into things and people.  Always the wallflower, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must give props to Cleon for enabling these weekly get-togethers... Much of the chatter goes over my head as I am, after all, The Newbie, and not up on all the latest tech talk, plus I'm not ADD enough to follow the fast flow of conversation -- but I do enjoy eavesdropping to find out what the geeks are hot on this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No events scheduled this week but I may pop in and out of SL just to check out a few locations I've heard about.  If you have any tips on where I should go, let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-3045025742967857592?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/3045025742967857592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=3045025742967857592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/3045025742967857592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/3045025742967857592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-freezing-in-here.html' title='It&apos;s freezing in here!'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-15849400067484424</id><published>2007-04-09T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T16:44:32.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second (Life) Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Tonight I'm going to attend the 3rd After a Fashion shopping event in Second Life.  I'm so stoked! Since I'm still figuring out the world, and bumping into things wherever I walk, it's hugely beneficial to me to have a guided tour to some of the fun (and prude-safe) areas. I don't know if I'll actually drop any Lindens, but just as in real/first life, it's just fun to hang out with chicks and see what the cool kids are into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got into SL I've noticed that it's a lot like real/first life.  Sure, my SL avatar is several pounds thinner and much more fit than I am, and she's got cool pink hair in a massive up-do that I could never pull off in actuality -- I mean, being able to create an avatar that represents a visual you of your own imagining, rather than the skin you're stuck with in real life, has got to be one of the main attractions, right?  Well, it is for me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But behind that cool, good-looking avatar is, well, me.  Still me, still shy, still feeling like the dorkiest dweeb at the party, always the wallflower hanging at the edges of the gathering, unsure of when/how to join in, constantly amazed that these cool, fun, smart people actually want to hang with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some things just don't change, no matter what you look like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-15849400067484424?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/15849400067484424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=15849400067484424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/15849400067484424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/15849400067484424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/04/second-life-thoughts.html' title='Second (Life) Thoughts'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-6106751859097507956</id><published>2007-04-03T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T15:56:56.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Definition of Newbie</title><content type='html'>While I am a relative newbie to the marvelous world of modern technology, in that most 20th-century inventions were not part of my early, formative years, I have been lucky enough to bear witness to the dawning of the computer age.  Of course, it was just a glorified typewriter to me until that fateful day in university when I learned that I could chat online with other students, thanks to an early-adopting prof who constantly digressed from his lectures about Milton to evangelize about the emerging world wide web.  My friends scoffed at the number of hours I would spend in the library at one of the public computers, endlessly chatting in online forums with other students in the university network.  They called it a fad.  Who's laughing now, luddites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as with TV, I guess you could say that I've tried to make up for lost time by embracing new media as much as I can -- hence my own, personal definition of newbie: someone who is into, or interested in, new media. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For interest's sake, a quick scorecard. Have I embraced new media? I mean, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have 2 email addresses, 2 blogs, profiles on MySpace, facebook, and LinkedIn, a Second Life, an IM account, a DVR, 2 PCs and a cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't, however, have a BlackBerry or PDA or laptop (yet!), I don't text and I don't twitter.  And, truth be told, I partially composed this entry using pen and paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the record, I do go back to the commune -- The Farm -- as often as I can every summer.  Yes, it's still a going concern, with about 16 active members and 7 permanent residents.  Yes, they've since compromised on the initial founding principles and now enjoy the benefits of running water and electricity, even Internet (although it's extremely slow as the only connection is through dial-up).  Although my mom's old cabin still has only a propane stove and one electric light, and you have to bring your own water because there's no plumbing, I enjoy visits there very much.  Sometimes it's nice to completely unplug and go somewhere that you really can't be reached by phone, cell or otherwise.  If only because it really makes you appreciate what you have when you get back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-6106751859097507956?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/6106751859097507956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=6106751859097507956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6106751859097507956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/6106751859097507956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/04/definition-of-newbie.html' title='The Definition of Newbie'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-9053127916458414651</id><published>2007-04-02T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T14:43:42.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my TV!</title><content type='html'>In my last post I described growing up Amish. Ok, not actually Amish, but at about the same level of technology. Then in 1977 my mom uprooted me and we moved to an apartment in Toronto will all the mod cons. Toilets! Hot showers! Electric lights! Telephones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, still no TV. Yes, my mother stubbornly clung to the last Luddite principle under her control, and denied me a much-coveted pop culture infusion. Thankfully, my father &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; have a TV, and shared custody meant that I could -- and did -- immerse myself in the medium every holiday and summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother did finally get a TV when the nanny she engaged to care for my infant half-brother insisted on it. However, my access was severely restricted with the assistance of my stepfather, who first doctored our black-and-white, antenna-based set so that it would only receive signals from PBS or TVO, and then years later installed a lock on our new color set so that my brother and I would have to ask for permission before we could watch anything. He had the only key that unlocked the set. No I am not making this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, it's no wonder that when I left home, the first thing I did in my new apartment was call the cable company and get hooked up. A couple of years ago my brilliant husband suggested we get a DVR and I've never looked back! Now I'm a confirmed TV addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going with all this? Well, because of my rather unique upbringing, I've always considered myself a newbie when it comes to technology, including cable TV. Because I didn't grow up taking TV or other tech for granted, I still find myself with a starry-eyed sense of wonder at it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh -- and I never, ever cede control of the remote.  I ain't gettin' locked out again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time: the dawning of the computer age&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-9053127916458414651?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/9053127916458414651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=9053127916458414651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/9053127916458414651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/9053127916458414651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-my-tv.html' title='I want my TV!'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5826933177673988878.post-2777969036934234594</id><published>2007-03-30T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:56:26.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short History of Me</title><content type='html'>I'm a big believer in context. To set the context for this blog, here's the what behind the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in 1971 in Toronto to idealistic hippie parents who decided a year later that they didn't want to bring their infant daughter up in the concrete jungle; so in 1972 they got together with about 18 like-minded friends, bought a big plot of land in Central Ontario, and founded a communal society (ie a commune) based on principles of socialism and sustainability. In other words: they renounced technology and all its evils and went back to the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus my formative years were spent in a winterized shack with no plumbing (no toilet), no running water (no showers), no electricity (no TV), and one party phone line to be used only for emergencies. We grew our own food, slaughtered our own livestock, and bartered or traded goods and services (like carpentry) for the things we couldn't grow or raise ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very innocent and free way to grow up, all things considered.  Although I might have appreciated the major benefits of commune living (nudity, free love, mucho ganja) if I'd been older.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1977 my parents' fractured marriage finally cracked in two and at the tender age of 6 my mom moved me back to Toronto.  Electric lights! Hot and cold running water! A box with talking, moving pictures!!  Imagine the culture shock.  It freaked my shit right out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time: TV and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5826933177673988878-2777969036934234594?l=jennybullough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/feeds/2777969036934234594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5826933177673988878&amp;postID=2777969036934234594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/2777969036934234594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5826933177673988878/posts/default/2777969036934234594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennybullough.blogspot.com/2007/03/short-history-of-me.html' title='A Short History of Me'/><author><name>Jenny Bullough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10352787814259814570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
