Photography, art, things that occur to me.
An exchange between me and The Mrs. in the car, talking about The Boy:
She: “Maybe next year he should go as a member of Devo for Halloween.”
Me: “Well, that would probably guarantee him free haircuts for life from the woman who cuts my hair.”
She: “Yeah, I’ll bet.”
Me: “Do you know what I’m talking about?”
She: “No.”
Me: “Then why did you say ‘yeah’?”
She: “Sometimes it’s just easier that way.”
Facebook, as you know, has gotten a lot of grief in the past for the way it treats users’ privacy. Seemingly every few months, they make some change that has users up in arms because more of their information is exposed.
I understand why people get upset, but at the same time, most people who use Facebook every day don’t take the time to learn how it works under the hood, even when there are hundreds of posts online that explain in simple terms how to manage your privacy settings. If you opt in to use a free service that provides a lot of value to you, is it too much to ask that you put in a little effort to understand it?
That attitude went out the window today, thanks to the new Facebook Groups feature. This article in PCWorld does a good job of laying out the problem “and the prank Michael Arrington of TechCrunch pulled on Mark Zuckerberg that clearly shows one of the fatal flaws”. Essentially, anyone can create a Facebook Group and add anyone else to the group. You then start getting emails any time anyone posts to the group. If you don’t want that, you have to go and opt out.
Someone I know, although not very well, added me to a group this morning. By mid-afternoon, my inbox had more than ten emails telling me that other people had posted in the group. Who do you know who is eager to get more email, especially without their knowledge and possibly against their will?
Yes, I can go in and turn it off, and I did. And just like everything else with Facebook, it took me a long time to find that control, and I’m not entirely sure it did what I think it was supposed to do.
And if you go to that group’s page, I’m listed as one of the members, even though I didn’t actually join it. So, as we saw from the Arrington – Zuckerberg prank, I could go create a group called “Kitten-Hating Devil Worshippers Against Springtime” and add you to it. You’d show up as a member, and get an email whenever another member posted about how the sight of a flower in bloom makes them want to punch a tabby.
“If you now feel you need to go and create that group and add me to it, I’ll understand.”
Imagine what this has been like for the big name social media folks. I wonder how many groups Chris Brogan, Scott Stratten, Amber Naslund, David Armano, Brian Solis et al have been added to?
I wrote a while ago that Facebook needed a business board of advisors to help it make better decisions about its functions that affect the way Facebook is used by companies. I still think that’s a good idea.
But now I think they just need some people with common sense.
I use Evernote for keeping notes during calls and meetings. Often something comes up that I want to add to my to do list, and I write it this way in my note:
*TODO: Send an email to Clint Flamblemast re pumpkin rodeo
Then at the end of the call, I transfer all those to dos to my master to do list. I can also search “*TODO” and find all the notes with “todo” in them.
What I want, though, is for that to somehow happen automatically, so that something noted as a to do item gets automatically populated to a master to do list.
Is there a way to do that? I’m happy to change my taxonomy or procedures.
We went to a toddler party this morning and a librarian party this afternoon. As we drove gratefully down our street heading for home, we saw people parking on our street and walking up to our neighbors’ doors. I realized that it was only 7:30, a perfectly normal time for normal people to begin parties, and also a time that some of the people I used to party with took their pre-partying Saturday evening naps.
I think I’m going to lie down, but not so I can get up at 11:00.
The Boy, pointing at a woman walking by: “Look at that lady. She’s walking… like a duck.”
