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I've been wanting to do this for a while. Now I can type instead of pen scratch in a journal. It's an experiment, but isn't life. I wish you joy and happiness. May life bless you and may you bless life.

People, protect your privacy

I’m re-posting this as I’ve gotten some traffic to it lately.

Updated October 19, 2007 

The Facebook experience has quickly become a social phenomenon. Some complain it is so “impersonal”. Others love being able to keep up/hook up with old friends. Which begs the question, what exactly is a friend? Are people collecting friends as tokens or is everyone on their list someone they would let drink beer in their living-room. 

It’s a psychology and sociology lab for sure. The technology becomes your ally when someone asks to be your friend and an ex-patriot when your extension of friendship isn’t returned as quickly as you would expect. I’m also left feeling like my life needs more excitement. Look at all these people. Look at what they are doing. How can I get a piece of the action? Actually, my life is full, I’m not complaining.

The privacy issue is paramount. As an on-line marketer, I am forced to run all forms and surveys through a rigorous set of privacy rules designed to protect the visitor’s information. And, let’s not get started on the issues around persistent cookies. But Facebook flies directly in the face of the privacy issue. Here you have individuals posting their own information and thereby giving permission for others to see it. The trouble is they may not be completely aware of how these seemingly innocent tidbits of information can be used maliciously. Call me paranoid, but I don’t think I want any information on there that isn’t obvious by looking at me.

The interface does allow you to control what you are sharing and it’s good to be aware and implement some privacy restrictions.

  • Make your profile only available to your friends, unless you are using your profile to attract business. In that case, limit your personal information—it is extremely easy for predators to “profile” you or god forbid, your children. Facebook recommends leaving the profile open and it definitely keeps people on the site longer—a fun way to kill about 12 hours a week. However, I often feel like I’m eavesdropping, or worse, like I’m on a dating website or stalking a crush I’m too shy to ask to be my friend. I’d love to see the stats on how many profiles are open versus closed, the trends and the demographics.  Actually, I’d just love to see the stats.
  • If you do have your profile open, at least turn off your wall. It really is a “predator’s playground”. I have nightmares of people being stalked in reality because someone was able to find out “everything” about them. And their wall says where they can be found on Friday night. I bet there is already more than one movie script in the works.
  • Remember that all those photos you load up are available to potential employers, your mother and your children.
  • I’m also mindful that pictures of me can be added without my permission and tagged. That’s definitely creating anxiety over my wine-induced antics. In all seriousness though, I can see this becoming a major privacy issue. I’ll be watching this one.
  • Turn off the news feeds for unimportant changes. The default is for every little change you make to your profile or wall to be fed to every friend. Often this information is provided out of context, not important (like fixing a typo) or something you don’t want to scream to the world (like you went from “in a relationship” to “it’s complicated” to “single” in less than 3 days).
  • With the addition of all these applications that everyone, including me, so casually load up:  FunWall, Pirates, SuperPoke…I’ll stop there…you are, in effect, placing your profile information in the hands of third-party developers. If that makes you uncomfortable, you can change your privacy settings for the apps or remove them completely. In fact, your profile page will love the fall fix-up. I do get lots of traffic to my blog from my profile page because my posts are fed to my WordPress application. I’ll be keeping this one. I already have a relationship with WordPress.
  • Under search settings be sure to turn off the Public Search Engine listing if you don’t want your profile to be found by popular search engines, like Google.
  • I personally have my privacy turned way down and don’t shoot news feeds to my friends. However, it’s creepy that if I write on a friend’s wall and they do shoot news feeds, my comments are sent to all their friends.
  • If you’re ever uncomfortable, remove your profile, join a local FA group and start your recovery.

I was actually trying to create a clandestine Facebook experience with someone who isn’t listed as a friend. I have no particular need to do this, it’s just bugging me that I can’t find a way. It’s my response to the privacy issue — trying to find a comfort level and a little more control. One thing I have done is messaged or poked someone who isn’t a friend and voila, we have access to each others profiles for 30 days. That’s kind of clandestine I guess.


It was time

After many months I have changed my blog theme. Not sure if it’s better. I was actually looking for one with a larger font size so I can edit more comfortably.

I set an intention for yoga class tonight and focused hard, between breaths. The meditation took me around it a bit as my ego struggled to keep what I was trying to relieve myself of. You know what? It worked! I feel lighter, like the weight that was bringing me down is sitting at the bottom of the ocean and I’m now free to splash and dance onshore.

Something’s been bugging me though. Why do the words blog and wordpress get caught in my wordpress blog spellchecker?

I’m also wondering why I have this insane urge to get drunk. Not tipsy, drunk!


Daunting swirls

Forever doesn’t seem that long when you consider how many people have sworn forever and then let it glide by. If you look at the world from a mile high, you’ll see that your forever is a spec compared to the time it has taken for life to evolve to what it is today. I’m not afraid of forever. Like never, it hasn’t happened yet

I also don’t pretend that forever is irredeemable. We all feel intensely about things today that we didn’t even consider in the past. We shift, moment by moment. What feels like a forever state now, may not raise a conscious thought tomorrow. Thinking that something is forever is limiting. How do you know that you’ll feel the same way always? Besides my kids and my family and my close friendships, I can’t say what will remain with me beyond tomorrow.

There are some things I carry with me that I have to train myself to dump, else risk labelling them ‘forever feelings’ that limit my ability to move forward. I’m not the same person I was 10 years ago. Hell, I’m not the same person I was even yesterday.  Transforming ourselves is rooted in our ability to remove expectations and attachments to outcomes and let the life we intentionally create move us forward moment by moment.

Forever doesn’t scare me, it fills me with hope for tomorrow, but I don’t hang my hat on it.


Canary in a coal mine

I’m certain there is something wrong with the air quality around me. It’s being measured so I’ll soon see what is making me feel so sick and tired and lethargic. Unless, of course, I keel over before the test is complete.


Random thoughts

So I’ve been thinking…

  • If you kick a dead horse long enough, you’ll get glued.
  • The future is what you dream it to be. Turn around and walk toward it…fearless.
  • Sundays are long when I don’t have my kids. I miss them the most on Sundays.
  • Hockey arenas are cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Full

I found this while I was exporting my blog. I don’t know why I didn’t finish it. The kids must have been calling: 

I haven’t had a moment
to dwell upon the past
don’t feel the tug of loss 
when putting myself last.

I’m focused on the fun
and winding up the clock
feeding laughs and giggles
with hugs and stinky socks.

Two days of just a mommy
two days of total bliss
I’ll be me first another day
to wait for their next kiss.


Technical Glitches…excused

WordPress experienced a technical glitch and my blog was suspended last night. My mind immediately raced to the conclusion that I had done something wrong. Perhaps the experiment somehow violated the terms. I wasn’t doing anything misleading, I was simply testing the power of the keyword and demonstrating how important it is to great web content, which I am very passionate about.

Anyway, it’s back. I’m back. I took Mandy for a walk today after 6:30 am hockey practice and kept thinking about everything I would have lost. All the chronicles about the kids and our time together and the cute things they do that I don’t ever want to forget. I think I’ll periodically dump-out my blog to make sure I don’t lose anything.

Thank you WordPress for the blog and for fixing things up so quickly. I appreciate the immediate response to my inquiry.


Proxy servers

Thoughts move through
to accomplish their mission

Doubt fills the spaces
and kinks communication

Layers of fibre
spread the thoughts flat

Voices are heard
and understood

I warned you this was just going to get weird.


Music Lyrics

I love that it’s so easy to find music lyrics and guitar chords and tabs on the internet. All you have to do really is google a couple of words from a song and voila…the lyrics are standing there before you. Don’t always trust their accuracy though, the liner’s where it’s at, but then you’d have to actually buy the CD and isn’t it disappointing when the lyrics aren’t there? I mean what’s the point of printing all that stuff with just some thank yous and blah…blah…blahs that no one really cares about until they are playing trivial pursuit or something.

My experiment worked by the way. My last post brought some traffic. It was number 4 on the aol search list for the keyword in question. So I’m a happy internet marketer. I haven’t received my latest keyword tracker so not sure I googled myself enough, but thanks to everyone who did.

I’m having so much fun lately, I don’t have time to write. Life has taken an interesting turn for me and I’m holding on for the ride. I think it will be good.

Oh, and I’m not really shocked when I find p*rn on the internet. My only concern is that my kids will find it. Not that I think sex is bad or dirty. I just don’t want to have to explain what’s happening. That would be uncomfortable for me, not to mention I’d probably overexplain it, which would be uncomfortable for them. 

So far my kids can’t really spell all that well and I don’t think they’ve found the address line or the Google search box, so I’m ok for now, but just to be safe, I’m thinking I better turn on the parental control for their computer. And, I’m also thinking, that second computer will come in handy.

(p*rn=creep deflector. Don’t underestimate the power of search.)

I was going to end here, but…

Ok, I don’t follow movie stars. Not really interested so much in what they are up to, but just now I saw a link that read, “Can’t Jen and Orlando go to a wedding together without it being a big thing?”…and, I actually clicked through, so I guess the answer is a resounding “No”. 

Which says a lot about the power of content, especially the clickable kind. 


I’m just a little disturbed

My experiment took a slip to the dark side as I cruised the keyword list looking for something that wouldn’t bring up a porn site. Keyword Tracker removes any blatant words and they do a great job, but oh how humans can masquerade their fettishes behind the meaning of names. 

….

And then there it was, the innocent word that brings a softness to every child’s slumber:  Webkins. My children only have a couple. Mandy adopted my nephew’s and is bringing it up in our backyard. Moving it around like a new mother protecting it from danger and escape. It’s full of dirt and grass and likely the processed food she so industriously cranks out back there.

Actually, when the kids got their webkins their computer was conveniently broken so we haven’t entered the online extravaganza. Their tags are still around here somewhere. They get dusted and put back in the pile of “I’m not sure what this is for, but it might be important someday.”

Something similar is happening on my Facebook profile.