<?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-1640481620109527293</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:09:32.316-08:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='High Heels'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='dresses'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Virtual Worlds'/><category term='Paris'/><category term='Second Life'/><title type='text'>Virtual Heels</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog about Second Life, High Heels and other proper footwear, and the adventures of a thoroughly postmodern girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-7193784279600654280</id><published>2008-11-18T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:10:02.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SSLaDv229fI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vLM7OO_yHZI/s1600-h/AWpinkcocktaildress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am back now, due to some small demand that I keep my blog. Of course it gets read, but noone seems to want to leave comments. I like dialogue, even infrequently virtual dialogue. So comment so I have motivation to keep this up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so many things to say over the past months I do not know where to begin. So I will put in a plug for 1001 shoes, my always favorite blog.  i will have to get to work on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-7193784279600654280?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7193784279600654280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=7193784279600654280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/7193784279600654280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/7193784279600654280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/11/too-long-away.html' title='Too long away'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-8368802710319280650</id><published>2008-05-02T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:03:04.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goth me, sort of.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuPcozDI0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SPVHhfL3eyE/s1600-h/Gothlatex+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195904317252641602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuPcozDI0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SPVHhfL3eyE/s320/Gothlatex+front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuPdIzDI1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RbZAXIqkYVs/s1600-h/gothlatexback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195904325842576210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuPdIzDI1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/RbZAXIqkYVs/s320/gothlatexback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuPK4zDIzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ivYf-hXUEGY/s1600-h/Maitreya+Anties+black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195904012309963570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuPK4zDIzI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ivYf-hXUEGY/s320/Maitreya+Anties+black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-8368802710319280650?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8368802710319280650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=8368802710319280650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/8368802710319280650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/8368802710319280650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/goth-me-sort-of.html' title='Goth me, sort of.'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuPcozDI0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/SPVHhfL3eyE/s72-c/Gothlatex+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-2693293037568411518</id><published>2008-05-02T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:00:07.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still no nails</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuN9IzDIxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pRnF6XbCgjM/s1600-h/greenheels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195902676575134482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuN9IzDIxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pRnF6XbCgjM/s320/greenheels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Still no nails, but I am recently infatuated with Adam n Eve shoes, namely these metallic ones. They go very well with my green jeans by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Canimal&lt;/span&gt;, and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LuLu&lt;/span&gt; green sweater. This is me as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;, which I am in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt;. The skin is by Gala, and the Hair, Maitreya.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuOJ4zDIyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1MIHFv95rvw/s1600-h/Me+in+green+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195902895618466594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuOJ4zDIyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1MIHFv95rvw/s320/Me+in+green+top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Last week I left off some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; stuff. I am always mixed about showing it.  The look is so cute on my friends, but never sits well on me. I am behind in my blogging, however and I cannot get on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; so more will soon follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-2693293037568411518?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2693293037568411518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=2693293037568411518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/2693293037568411518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/2693293037568411518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-no-nails.html' title='Still no nails'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SBuN9IzDIxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pRnF6XbCgjM/s72-c/greenheels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-6468930868426013054</id><published>2008-04-21T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T07:56:54.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                       &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SAyphgschVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/512_CV2nzME/s1600-h/Pucci+heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191710863628469586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SAyphgschVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/512_CV2nzME/s320/Pucci+heels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love retro things. Not complete retro, as there is definitely some stuff I can live without, but in general, I like referencing, or simply stealing, fashion ideas from the bygone era. Of late I am particularly into the '60s. It might be all the Star Trek I have seen lately, but I am really into ultra lounge fashion. Ava &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; indulged me by putting out their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pucci&lt;/span&gt; shoes, which are bright and loud, as you can see. And yes, I am looking for toenails and finger nails in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;, so leave comments with suggestions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SAyqgQschWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wAUhYOPg6_k/s1600-h/Mondrian+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191711941665260898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SAyqgQschWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wAUhYOPg6_k/s320/Mondrian+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     These shoes led me directly to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carnaby&lt;/span&gt; Street, in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; and the Mondrian dress. Adding in a flirty bob (more '20s than '60s) gets you this look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-6468930868426013054?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/6468930868426013054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=6468930868426013054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/6468930868426013054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/6468930868426013054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/04/retro.html' title='Retro'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SAyphgschVI/AAAAAAAAAE0/512_CV2nzME/s72-c/Pucci+heels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-7269230670767610566</id><published>2008-04-20T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:04:25.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days since tax day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Five days since Tax Day and I have been travelling again. This time to Nevada to be an emergency bridesmaid. I suppose that having a career was important enough to me that I put it before other things in my life, but really, when friends get married I am a little sad. Why have I not taken this plunge? Am I too rational to do it? Or am I too demanding of the men I meet. I have an RL attraction to women as well, and I have thought that my bisexuality might have something to do with never committing to a man, but then I have never committed to a woman either. It is more that the sort of impulsive moment of romance that precipitates a marriage has thus far eluded me IRL. Of course I still hope....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I did get on SL a couple of times this week to see my girls and update my wardrobe. It has been a sort of impulsive and extreme period, with a good solid commitment to pink:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SAw7fgschSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PTcRmtodAlo/s1600-h/AWpinkcocktaildress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191589882989675810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SAw7fgschSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PTcRmtodAlo/s320/AWpinkcocktaildress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     The hair was a freebie given to me by Viv, and the dress is from AW Design. They also made the shoes. This is more pink on my body than has ever been there before, and it is sort of an interesting feeling. Its shocking to me, but pink really does make me feel girly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Here are the heels, aren't they awesome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SAw8RgschTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zL0b-TOFWYI/s1600-h/AWPinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191590741983135026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SAw8RgschTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zL0b-TOFWYI/s320/AWPinks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-7269230670767610566?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7269230670767610566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=7269230670767610566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/7269230670767610566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/7269230670767610566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-days-since-tax-day.html' title='5 days since tax day'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/SAw7fgschSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PTcRmtodAlo/s72-c/AWpinkcocktaildress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-6722853002097627764</id><published>2008-04-15T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:44:52.841-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Heels'/><title type='text'>Tax Day</title><content type='html'>Two weeks into april and I have nothing to say for myself.  I spent ten days in South America for work, whihc was a good thing and then came back to tax time, and dealing with the accountant.  I finally finished the damed things and I am taking some time off to go shopping tomorrow as I am desperate for underwear and, of course, high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not even logged in to SL, so I do not have any photos to show this post.  I had promised something about Russian fashion, and I will get there.  But for all who care I am alive, and missing the SL experience.  So show up in world and IM me. Or take me shoe shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-6722853002097627764?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/6722853002097627764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=6722853002097627764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/6722853002097627764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/6722853002097627764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/04/tax-day.html' title='Tax Day'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-7476386514226405392</id><published>2008-04-01T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:48:48.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well another period of silence elapses, as I spend a weekend with my cousin in Palm Springs doing mostly nothing but some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt; shopping. I am a huge fan of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Russian&lt;/span&gt; designers, and sometime I simply must do a blog about why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I am taking the cheating way out today and doing an outfit post. I really should do these in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt;, as I enjoy photo diaries there. But this is me today (and last night!):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184427038836749570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R_LI7G3LdQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/icl9sKGvBAw/s320/maitreya+reddress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                   &lt;em&gt;Hair: Maitreya; Dress: Maitreya; Heels: Maitreya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                    I love these heels. Of course in this picture, you cannot see the red soles (a shame, they are cute):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184427038836749586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R_LI7G3LdRI/AAAAAAAAAEM/U2znrC-YMRE/s320/maitreyablackpumps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-7476386514226405392?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/7476386514226405392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=7476386514226405392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/7476386514226405392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/7476386514226405392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-another-period-of-silence-elapses.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R_LI7G3LdQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/icl9sKGvBAw/s72-c/maitreya+reddress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-5727973134043638852</id><published>2008-03-28T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:46:35.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am remiss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    Almost a week since my last entry and I am feeling guilty. Not that I have many faithful readers, but I do worry I have alienated a few of them. Of course it would be nice to have lots of comments screaming at me to post. Or just comments in general to let me know you readmy blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Of course there are so many things to write about, that I never know where to begin: men, my girls, russian fashion, SL fashion Maitreya Shoes, politcs religion, sex and ethics.... Well, you get the Picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-0Mo23LdLI/AAAAAAAAADc/lTsF5_-viak/s1600-h/socrates+cafe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182812642234561714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-0Mo23LdLI/AAAAAAAAADc/lTsF5_-viak/s320/socrates+cafe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     I sometimes have the inclination to debate the finer points of an intellectual premise, and SL's Socrates Cafe is a wonderful outlet for this. A group of avatars sitting around a fire, debating topics is a far cry from typical SL entertainment, but it does show that SL is a forum for all manner of activities. What is wonderful is I can be a hot philosohy girl one day, and then be a hot poledancing girl the other. And what I really love in SL is that I can define myself as hot two days in a row. I don't think this has ever happened to me in RL, ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-0Nsm3LdMI/AAAAAAAAADk/cFet30hspQk/s1600-h/pinkstarsandals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182813806170698946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-0Nsm3LdMI/AAAAAAAAADk/cFet30hspQk/s320/pinkstarsandals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SometimesI have my utterly girly moments, and nothing ever feels more girly to me than pink. God I know it is a stereotype that has been socialized into me from birth, but dammit, pink makes me feel pretty. I am a horrible feminist sometimes, kicking through glass celings with pink heels. I did not do the cleanest photoshop job on this picture by here are the pink star sandals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     A word about Veto Keen. Veto is a regular at some of SL's best sims-of- ill-repute. Veto is one of the most unique men I have met in SL, with a wonderful sense of humor, and the capacity to be truly nice. When I first met him, his typical incarnation was as a crusty, overweight, cigar smoking dirty old janitor, mopping floors in a sex club. This was brilliant! His avi was so wrong and unsexy that I was immediatly intrigued. Well as the months have passed I have seen many other incarnations of Veto, and while he is certainly part of my circle of friends, I still find him sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The other night we were at Viv's new place and we were icking on Veto's fashion sense. Here is a shot of the business end of his boxers. Unfortunately the screenshot does not do justice to his digital butt. I am going to have to start running SL in high rez again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182814789718209746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-0Ol23LdNI/AAAAAAAAADs/fDIHX7N8DoI/s320/vetobutt1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yummy. Evern more Yummy is knowing what a slight tug can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Lest I be accused of doing this only for the buttshot, here is Veto, looking dark and brooding, with a touch of mystery, and an ugly gangsta hat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-0RfW3LdPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yKzSzR7w2RA/s1600-h/veto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182817976583943410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-0RfW3LdPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/yKzSzR7w2RA/s320/veto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this is all for now, as I am back to Photoshop the rest of my pics for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-5727973134043638852?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/5727973134043638852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=5727973134043638852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/5727973134043638852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/5727973134043638852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-remiss.html' title='I am remiss!'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-0Mo23LdLI/AAAAAAAAADc/lTsF5_-viak/s72-c/socrates+cafe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-8323807161027528745</id><published>2008-03-22T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:46:12.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Heels'/><title type='text'>Friday's Child</title><content type='html'>Friday night was a good one for me, as I got to see all my girls. I even got back on the stage and danced in Hard Alley. I have never been good at the dancing. I cannot type fast enough to really work the stage like Sarah does, and I get too distracted by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IMs&lt;/span&gt;. Still,it was quite fun. Ultimately I have had some difficulty with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; and stability (what else is new), so I crashed before I could delve deeper. Still it was a fun evening. Me and my girls on a rampage, turning Viv into a latex fetishist. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WH6G3LdGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gf4a8KCXea8/s1600-h/Purpleplatforms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180696378703836258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WH6G3LdGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gf4a8KCXea8/s320/Purpleplatforms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purple platforms. I am not a huge platforms fan, but these go so well with the latex fetishist in me:&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WIh23LdHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91aBF8Q35Bk/s1600-h/four+in+purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180697061603636338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WIh23LdHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/91aBF8Q35Bk/s320/four+in+purple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the danger girls on our way out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Left to&lt;/span&gt; right: Tars, Sarah, Me (yes, green hair!) and Vivian. Don't we look good in purple latex? This is how we hit the Alley before my stage return (which did get me money!) and our demonstration in support of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Megz's&lt;/span&gt; cleaning skills, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WJlm3LdII/AAAAAAAAADE/-94cYsDwsA0/s1600-h/Dancing+queens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180698225539773570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WJlm3LdII/AAAAAAAAADE/-94cYsDwsA0/s320/Dancing+queens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our purple Latex adventures we went back to the pond and changed into something more normal (and my favorite pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sylfies&lt;/span&gt;) and danced for a while, drawing the attention of at least one hot Aussie guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Viv and I, before dancing. Just so you get the full on latex impression:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WKZm3LdJI/AAAAAAAAADM/op3GIQB3-U8/s1600-h/Viv+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180699118892971154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WKZm3LdJI/AAAAAAAAADM/op3GIQB3-U8/s320/Viv+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is me as I ended the night (note the killer dance moves, and of course, another change of hair!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WKZ23LdKI/AAAAAAAAADU/T4yhCE21Jk0/s1600-h/me+3_21_08+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180699123187938466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WKZ23LdKI/AAAAAAAAADU/T4yhCE21Jk0/s320/me+3_21_08+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-8323807161027528745?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8323807161027528745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=8323807161027528745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/8323807161027528745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/8323807161027528745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/fridays-child.html' title='Friday&apos;s Child'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-WH6G3LdGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gf4a8KCXea8/s72-c/Purpleplatforms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-191734114987653114</id><published>2008-03-20T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:48:18.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Heels'/><title type='text'>me 3.20.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-NIEW3LdEI/AAAAAAAAACg/1_ZeA2bCeKA/s1600-h/jenn3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180063236099896386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-NIEW3LdEI/AAAAAAAAACg/1_ZeA2bCeKA/s320/jenn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skirt and top: Last call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heels: Maitreya, Grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hair: Deviant Kitties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A close up of the Maitreya "Grace" heels (aren't they yummy?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-NIjW3LdFI/AAAAAAAAACo/CBcbDAsZf7E/s1600-h/Maitreya+grace+heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180063768675841106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-NIjW3LdFI/AAAAAAAAACo/CBcbDAsZf7E/s320/Maitreya+grace+heels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-191734114987653114?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/191734114987653114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=191734114987653114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-3185684271935127656</id><published>2008-03-20T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:49:14.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Heels'/><title type='text'>Me 3.19.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-NHF23LdDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Wu_WCdFbTEA/s1600-h/Jennagain+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180062162358072370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-NHF23LdDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Wu_WCdFbTEA/s320/Jennagain+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, 3.19.08&lt;br /&gt;Top: Thrifted (freebie)&lt;br /&gt;Skirt: Midnight Reflections&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Redgrave red pumps&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Deviant Kitties&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-3185684271935127656?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/3185684271935127656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=3185684271935127656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/3185684271935127656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/3185684271935127656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-31908.html' title='Me 3.19.08'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-NHF23LdDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Wu_WCdFbTEA/s72-c/Jennagain+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-2849478329192059849</id><published>2008-03-20T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:47:09.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Heels'/><title type='text'>Girls on Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-Kzx23LdAI/AAAAAAAAACA/EV_zyTfZ_hs/s1600-h/Snapshotredshoes_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179900190551405570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-Kzx23LdAI/AAAAAAAAACA/EV_zyTfZ_hs/s320/Snapshotredshoes_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was nice. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; is back up and I was finally able to log on. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;momentary&lt;/span&gt; white heels obsession seemed to fade as my wardrobe had become more or less random as a result of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; problems. So I had to put something together quickly. I settled on a white skit, a bandanna halter top and my new red heels from Redgrave. I love the details on these shoes and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; them in both Black and Red, and really I should get the brown, but my wardrobe is lacking in that particular neutral. These shoes do deserve a better picture, and I will post another, but here they are for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, for all those of you who might be curious. There is sex in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;. Why Virtual Sex works and goes beyond watching cartoons bumping pixels is hard to explain. I suppose the principal is the same as it is for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cybersex&lt;/span&gt;: invest something into it and the action becomes greater than the sum of its parts. I must say that for a long time the erotic exploration of my psyche was a powerful force in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt;. I travelled down so many roads that I would never walk in real life. But ultimately, I find all that I have done in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;increased&lt;/span&gt; my self awareness and confidence in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt;. I have watched my own transformation as keenly as I have watched those of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, no sooner had I logged on, but I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;teleported&lt;/span&gt; by Sarah, Tars and Viv, to Neva Naughty. Neva Naughty is a lag fest orgy room filled with newbies wandering about having sex randomly. Some of it is good, most of it is bad. And I if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I had&lt;/span&gt; not heard a girl beg for someone to "mount me" I would have considered the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sojourn&lt;/span&gt; there a total failure. But Vivian is new to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; and should be introduced to all the aspects of society my girls and I move in: we are not always ballroom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; socialites after all, and everyone should have a small taste of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;SL's&lt;/span&gt; sordid underbelly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there we were in Neva. The photos are risque, but offer a small taste:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179896973620900834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-Kw2m3Lc-I/AAAAAAAAABw/--5x5S4Y0Ig/s320/VivSJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Vivian, with Sarah just behind her. Vivian is flat out stunning, and created her face all on her own. She is new to the world, but is a rather cheeky girl at heart. She has this quietness about her, but she is always paying attention. Suddenly I find myself surrounded by Aussie women, and I rather like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-KzLm3Lc_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sjEY3XoPza4/s1600-h/Tars+portrait1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179899533421409266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-KzLm3Lc_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/sjEY3XoPza4/s320/Tars+portrait1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other missing part of the puzzle is Tars. She is not an Australian, but is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dedicated&lt;/span&gt; explorer. Her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; has been as dramatic and diverse as my own. But to see her last night, elegant and empowered, well I felt a bit self conscious. Its hard when all your f&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;riends&lt;/span&gt; are more beautiful than you are. God that sounds more shallow than I intended it. I revel in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; beauty, but we as women, I think, have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;a hard&lt;/span&gt; time shaking that girlish curse of self image. The scary truth is that it is very hard to always be 100% confident in yourself, and for me, at least, a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;insecurity&lt;/span&gt; can attach to body image. Having been a stick of a scrawny girl all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes I am, even in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Virtuality&lt;/span&gt;, confronted with my awkward inner girl looking back at me. Ah but no matter, Tars is wonderfully beautiful in all the right ways. See for yourself: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am coming near time to end this post, which like many, never ends the way I think it will start. I have more to say about last night, so perhaps you will get another post for today. I am less brave than I though when it comes to talking about my scandalous behavior. I don't want to be too shocking. But I will close on this note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite shoe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;designer&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Sylfie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Minogue&lt;/span&gt;. Her Prim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Seduction&lt;/span&gt; store is mecca for shoe lovers. What I like about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Sylfie&lt;/span&gt; over most of the other, very good designers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;, is that her shoes walk a wonderful balance between classic and edgy and yet remain firmly planted in whimsy. I will do a whole post on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Sylfie&lt;/span&gt; some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first met Tars and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;SarahJ&lt;/span&gt;, they were confined to the early stages of shoe awareness. They were both much too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; for those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt; shoes that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; provides. All women deserve good footwear, and so I bought them both a pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Sylfies&lt;/span&gt;. Last night, they were both wearing the shoes I had given them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-K1xW3LdBI/AAAAAAAAACI/wgj0Stu-JbE/s1600-h/SarahJ+in+sylfies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179902380984726546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-K1xW3LdBI/AAAAAAAAACI/wgj0Stu-JbE/s320/SarahJ+in+sylfies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sarah J's red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;sylfies&lt;/span&gt; (above) Tar's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Balck&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Sylfies&lt;/span&gt; (below)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-K2Fm3LdCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xgCx7SVQjfM/s1600-h/Tars+in+sylfies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179902728877077538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-K2Fm3LdCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/xgCx7SVQjfM/s320/Tars+in+sylfies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I leave you for now, with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; of more later.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-2849478329192059849?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2849478329192059849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=2849478329192059849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/2849478329192059849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/2849478329192059849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/girls-on-film.html' title='Girls on Film'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R-Kzx23LdAI/AAAAAAAAACA/EV_zyTfZ_hs/s72-c/Snapshotredshoes_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-1607718936184945862</id><published>2008-03-19T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:06:39.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No posts yesterday, I was out in the field getting gawked at by construction workers.  Am I a really bad girl if I bask in this attention.  I mean officially I am a professional and a feminist, and officially the wolf-whistles and eyeball-undressing should offend me, but there is a secret part of me that loves the attention.  I love that I can be a distraction to these men, and interrupt their daily routine, just to stop and check me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, guys, if you do this with the expectation of getting a positive introduction, forget it. It might make me a hypocrite, but really, as much as I like being the object of wolf-whistles from strangers, once I know you, its a liability.  So its safer to not do that and intrigue me in other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if we are on a trolley, and I catch you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;watching&lt;/span&gt; me play with my foot-stare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;goddamit&lt;/span&gt;! :)  I guess maybe I like to be the obvious one in the relationship.  But being appreciated is sexy.  For those of you in second life, please, please don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; me and tell me how beautiful you think I am. Say it in public.  Whenever I get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IMs&lt;/span&gt; in the game, I feel like the guy is hitting on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; as well, and trying to keep it secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, you should hit on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;, they are all very sexy.  But really, I like making them jealous, and its nice when someone publicly tells me they think I am beautiful.  All the attention will go to Tars and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SarahJ&lt;/span&gt;, and Viv, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Megz&lt;/span&gt;, and, well I cannot fill out a list so long, but hey, We girls have egos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; things.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Megz&lt;/span&gt;,  one of the heroines of many yet to be posted entries, now has her own blog. You want to see the first entry, as retro lingerie is very appealing.  Her link is: &lt;a href="http://megzling.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://megzling.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Baphomet&lt;/span&gt; also has a blog worth checking out, as Mary has a great sense of style.  So check out:&lt;a href="http://marybaphomet.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://marybaphomet.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-1607718936184945862?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1607718936184945862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=1607718936184945862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/1607718936184945862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/1607718936184945862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-posts-yesterday-i-was-out-in-field.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-1898903782863581941</id><published>2008-03-17T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:31:42.651-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Heels'/><title type='text'>Last Week in Hard Alley</title><content type='html'>Well another new post as I steal internet from my neighbours. I am such a 21st century Danger Girl. I suppose I should add bandwith pirate to my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, when I started this blog I was in the strip club in Hard Alley (the best place for hedonism in SL. I wanted to test out my new Shiny Things white slingbacks and meet SarahJ and hear Megz voice, which is seriously hot. I wish I could gather the courage to voice. But somehow my SL experience is dependent on the anonymity. I cannot do what I do in voice. I have tried, but there is too much reality there. I choke up and find my own limitations over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, voice free, here are the shoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R98ZBDlTZII/AAAAAAAAABY/txhkBulukAQ/s1600-h/megz+me+sarah1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178885602431689858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R98ZBDlTZII/AAAAAAAAABY/txhkBulukAQ/s320/megz+me+sarah1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Megz, me, SarahJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love how funky Megz heels are. She always gets these killer wardrobe combinations right: like classy/punk/schoolgirl.  Megz styles in layers, never entirely one thing, but touching on a few things.  Sarah is just always dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would comment more on the rest of the night, but alas I did not get photographs. I ran into summer and we went to the girls school, and failed in our efforts to seduce a new faculty member.  It got late, and my cable modem let me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-1898903782863581941?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1898903782863581941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=1898903782863581941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/1898903782863581941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/1898903782863581941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-week-in-hard-alley.html' title='Last Week in Hard Alley'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R98ZBDlTZII/AAAAAAAAABY/txhkBulukAQ/s72-c/megz+me+sarah1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-2080696914147550399</id><published>2008-03-17T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:22:41.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn ISP's forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So my internet is down, has been down, all weekend. I am confined to use the internet from my office, so no Second Life until Wed., when the cable people will deign to come and fix things. While it is true that having free time this weekend let me see movies and listen to my now ex RL BF whine about how he is sorry and wants me back, I miss my SL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my friends, to be sure. I miss SL shopping to be sure (never ever ever under-estimate the power of SL retail therapy!). I miss SL voyeurism, and I even, almost, miss bad pick up lines from creepy newbies. Mostly what I miss is the power to step outside myself and be my "other." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need the escape, its like a drug. A whole weekend in real life and I am feeling confined, limited. Yes, I admit, horny and pent up too. Its amazing how liberating the illusion is. How much I crave the escape. Its not really even so much the notion of surrendering to desire and becoming a sex doll as it is the notion that I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In SL I am potential energy incarnate. I know that all it takes is will, and I can turn potential energy into kinetic energy, so to speak. In RL the daily prison of being myself, with all the hang-ups, expectations and obligations is limited. SL has made the RL me a prisoner of my body. I enjoy my RL, don't get me wrong, I am well grounded. But when I enter the portal into SL, my whole soul becomes truly free. SL is an odd sort of self realization for me. This probably makes me some sort of virtual world new ager. At least playing in a virtual world seems more healthy than sleeping with rocks. Or wearing Birkenstocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that I do like better in RL: shoes. As much as I love my SL shoes, there is nothing like the feeling of slipping into a pair of shoes. All that saved me this weekend was spending a ridiculous amount of money on a pair of Barbara Buis I have been eyeing since before X-mas. Feast your eyes on these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R97gZzlTZHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rAvH27BAYoU/s1600-h/NMX06SJ_mn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178823355470668914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R97gZzlTZHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rAvH27BAYoU/s400/NMX06SJ_mn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-2080696914147550399?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/2080696914147550399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=2080696914147550399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/2080696914147550399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/2080696914147550399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/damn-isps-forever.html' title='Damn ISP&apos;s forever'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R97gZzlTZHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rAvH27BAYoU/s72-c/NMX06SJ_mn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-8444531040481274847</id><published>2008-03-14T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:39:13.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Heels'/><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>In this dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9r9lTlTZFI/AAAAAAAAABA/q9WiL_QVCZE/s1600-h/NinaRicciDressFlou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177729538969527378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9r9lTlTZFI/AAAAAAAAABA/q9WiL_QVCZE/s320/NinaRicciDressFlou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-8444531040481274847?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/8444531040481274847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=8444531040481274847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/8444531040481274847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/8444531040481274847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9r9lTlTZFI/AAAAAAAAABA/q9WiL_QVCZE/s72-c/NinaRicciDressFlou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-1919595623612337135</id><published>2008-03-14T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:37:41.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dresses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Heels'/><title type='text'>Ahh Paris</title><content type='html'>There is so much to learn.... I am wondering for example, if there is a way to search blogs for like interests. Not Jut my blog, but for all the blogs on Blogger.  I found this one, Paris Daily Photo, and I love it - a daily peek into the life of a city.  I am a such a voyuer (of course it does not hurt that the city in question is Paris, or that I find the Blogger kinda sexy). But check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parisdailyphoto.com/"&gt;http://www.parisdailyphoto.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should explore more cities, really.  I have always been fascinated with Prague, for example.  I wonder where the best place to buy shoes in Prague is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Eric, as a good parisian, puts these tantalizing photos of fashion on his blog. Today I am in dress-lust over a pink Nina Ricci that would go with about four pairs of heels I own (though it would be an excuse to buy another pair too....).  In the interestes of expanding my technical ability I am going to try to get a photo in here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBTuwr34yA4/R7haqg7faXI/AAAAAAAAFxA/rlnOTew8EG0/s1600-h/NinaRicciDressFlou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBTuwr34yA4/R7haqg7faXI/AAAAAAAAFxA/rlnOTew8EG0/s1600-h/NinaRicciDressFlou.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the color and the black polka dots!  The whole post is availble at PDP, 18 of February or so.  I would kill to have this in SL.  If only more SL designers would try to base clothes on what gets made in RL as opposed to what gets made and canbe downloaded from Content Paradise, SL fashion could be leaps ahead.  Not that there is not great fashion in SL, but the market is often saturated with too mcuh of the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh but that is for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is my adventures in the School while wearing only high heels and dental floss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-1919595623612337135?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1919595623612337135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=1919595623612337135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/1919595623612337135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/1919595623612337135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-is-so-much-to-learn.html' title='Ahh Paris'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBTuwr34yA4/R7haqg7faXI/AAAAAAAAFxA/rlnOTew8EG0/s72-c/NinaRicciDressFlou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-1618979452285220625</id><published>2008-03-13T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:33:26.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtual Worlds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Second Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Heels'/><title type='text'>The Cast, Part 1</title><content type='html'>I don't do this alone. My adventures in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; are made possible by the support of a lot of people who somehow put up with mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;loca&lt;/span&gt;, and still like me anyhow. There are far more than I can mention in one blog, so this will be a more or less random introduction, and a wonderful way to make them self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SarahJane&lt;/span&gt;. In all truth I was ready to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dramatically&lt;/span&gt; refocus my computer entertainment until I met Sarah J. I ran into her in a hallway, and realized she needed decent footwear, as no woman should be stuck with newbie shoes! Somehow I found in her a kindred spirit, who was exploring herself as well as the virtual world. Its one thing to wander around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; shopping, its completely another to look at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; and see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt;, and ask: "What would it be like if I just...." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SarahJ&lt;/span&gt; gets that and well she has taken to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; like a fish to water, despite being tentative at first. I love you Sarah J, even in the naughty ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oZUjlTZCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ujU-I9Vut3w/s1600-h/sarahjane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177478562555585570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oZUjlTZCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ujU-I9Vut3w/s320/sarahjane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she pretty? Of course Sarah's taste is exquisite, as is her legendary abilities to find the most amazing clothes for next to nothing. Of course she knows how to spend her money wisely:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9obNzlTZDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Url0cTJZI10/s1600-h/sarahs+red+pumps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177480645614724146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9obNzlTZDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Url0cTJZI10/s320/sarahs+red+pumps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our explorations Sarah J and I got to know two women whose pictures will surface here, though I do not have any right now:&lt;br /&gt;Tars, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Fresno&lt;/span&gt;. They are the other half of the original members of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jenz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Girlz&lt;/span&gt; Night Out. They are both amazing and incredible people and a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, for tonight at least, there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Megz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Megz&lt;/span&gt; is a constant source of fun and information, and an amazing DJ. She also is an incredible dresser, with tons of style. Half my wardrobe is stolen from her ideas. I do not have a picture of her, yet. But take it from me she is stunning, which goes well with being nice and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three posts is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; enough for one day. Its hard to be so introductory all the time. But at least you know some of the references.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-1618979452285220625?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/1618979452285220625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=1618979452285220625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/1618979452285220625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/1618979452285220625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/cast-part-1.html' title='The Cast, Part 1'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oZUjlTZCI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ujU-I9Vut3w/s72-c/sarahjane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-4436349606495422728</id><published>2008-03-13T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:59:41.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oUPzlTZBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YzpFLzHvAws/s1600-h/Jenn-Model.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oUPzlTZBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YzpFLzHvAws/s320/Jenn-Model.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177472983393068050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already a new post, but I am trying to sort out the technical details.  I confess I lied about my birthday.  Well I did not exactly lie, but lets just say the relevant birthday is March 12, since thats when I rezzed in SL.  It was hard then too, it took me forever to find the right look.  I think I have it now, but then everything is mutable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my favorite present might be shoes, but jewelry might work well too.  If you need help shopping, find me in Second Life.  A shopping trip is much more fun than a gift certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I needed to learn how to put photos in here, since SL, and RL are visual mediums.  Besides, other bloggers can fill space with candid shots, so can I.  I suppose I should sort out what the limits are for photos, I don't want to get banned right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is, my first modelling style photoshoot in SL or RL, and I am the damed photograher.  Me, trying to look like a model:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-4436349606495422728?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/4436349606495422728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=4436349606495422728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/4436349606495422728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/4436349606495422728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/already-new-post-but-i-am-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oUPzlTZBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YzpFLzHvAws/s72-c/Jenn-Model.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1640481620109527293.post-800949543263245191</id><published>2008-03-13T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:09:58.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>My High Heels</title><content type='html'>I guess I should introduce myself.  My name is Jennifer and I am a woman who plays in the Virtual Environment Second Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know what this is, but for those who don't, its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt; virtual world, that looks like a video game, but functions more like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chatroom&lt;/span&gt;.  There are a lot of articles and such on it, especially recently, and they are helpful to understand what this world is.  They are also very misleading in many ways.  I have been in Second Life, in this incarnation, Since March of 2005.  I was in Second Life before that in another incarnation, but that is a long story, best left alone.  I have created this page to continue my virtual explorations of my self in sort of a diary.  I want to give a lasting voice to a persona who, over the last three years has become my alter-ego, as well as an outlet for many things; things I would never do in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt;.  One very interesting thing about adopting an alter ego is the process of separation that takes place when you see your virtual avatar on the screen and you think: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! what is she doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 28 years old and was born on Halloween.  I have a masters in a field typically dominated by men,  I am geeky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to have played D&amp;amp;D and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt;, and I am about as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; as they come.  In second life I am a former escort (though I never had any of Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Spitzer's&lt;/span&gt; money), part time clothes designer, part time house builder, sometime coach to girls who want to be strippers or escorts, full time shopaholic and constant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;voyuese&lt;/span&gt;.   I am also a catalyst-I enjoy bringing people together and making things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this everything is either mutable, negotiable or subject to whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most defining characteristic, however, may be my love of shoes.  It started when I was about 11 and has followed me through real and virtual and second life.  I think what ultimately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; were the shoes.  Three years ago, no other game or environment was even close.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Adn&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;RL&lt;/span&gt; shoes are more compelling, I cannot afford them in the quantities I can in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;, and i certainly cannot wear them for days straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In so may ways, shoes define who I am at that moment: the reflect my mood, my personality, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;political&lt;/span&gt; opinion..really almost anything.  I am fond of saying "the heels made me do it!" Really, its true!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;slip&lt;/span&gt; them on and I change, I become a new me.  In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; everything is variable, I change my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hair color&lt;/span&gt; as often as my outfit, but I always start with the shoes.  Be prepared. The title of this blog is meant to be truth in advertising. You are going to hear a lot about high heels and Second Life here.  But you will also hear the random musings and explorations of a girl, a woman, a citizen and a human. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, the best thing about second life is how human it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now can anybody teach me to put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt; in this blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1640481620109527293-800949543263245191?l=virtualheels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/feeds/800949543263245191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1640481620109527293&amp;postID=800949543263245191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/800949543263245191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1640481620109527293/posts/default/800949543263245191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://virtualheels.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-high-heels.html' title='My High Heels'/><author><name>Jennifer Reitveld</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01312951026038737237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TIfqHGd_6y8/R9oPrTlTY_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1kA8Waz_7mo/S220/Jenn+portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
