privacy

And for god's sake, turn off Google Latitude!

And for god's sake, turn off Google Latitude!(army commander on patrol) Ramirez, you take point. Butterfield, you maintain radio contact and lay down smoke if we engage. And Dietrich - did I SAY this was bloggable?!

Talk to me, don't talk to me

Could a simple code ease conflict over email marketing?

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You're at a business event, meet someone, talk, and exchange business cards. A few days later, you discover they've subscribed you to their email newsletter. Is that legit... or is it spam?

Chris Brogan recently posted about his online business card... and about one of the reasons he's giving up on the paper kind: "Every time I give someone a business card, I have about a 70% chance of receiving someone else’s dumb email newsletter that I didn’t opt into receiving."

We are all in the witness protection program now

We are all in the witness protection program now(man in a disguise, at a coffee shop) I tried to delete one of my social network profiles, then I realized it would be easier to just fake my own death and assume a new identity.

Maybe because you herded all those Farmville sheep

Maybe because you herded all those Farmville sheep(one dog on a computer, to another dog) How does Facebook know I'm a dog?

A click too far

Why Quit Facebook Day didn't work

The CBC's Theresa Lalonde interviewed me back in January about social media trends for the coming year, and she was kind enough to replay one of my predictions that actually seems to be coming true (that people are going to become more attentive to how they use platforms like Facebook, and who they friend) in a piece about Quit Facebook Day.

Your friend just sniffed you! Sniff back? (y/n)

Your friend just sniffed you! Sniff back? (y/n)(one dog to another, while using a laptop) How the hell does Facebook know I'm a dog?

We see you when you're sleeping. We know when you're awake.

Little disclosures can add up to big exposures

Surveillance cameras

Social media culture is all about transparency: tell the world about your last meal, your current location, your relationships, your likes and dislikes, your hopes and dreams. (So far, to the best of my knowledge, there's no social network devoted to sharing recent digestive updates. No, I'm not going to go Googling for it.)

But at least you're conscious of what information you're choosing to share and with whom... right?

What's that... you'll throw in magic beans, too? HELL, yes!

What's that... you'll throw in magic beans, too? HELL, yes!(man to a shady character) You'll get me 15,000 new followers?! SURE you can have my car, house and office keys! (Caption: And that's why we have Twitter worms)

Tipnorati

Tipnorati(waitress to couple at a restaurant table) My name is Kelly, and I'll be blogging about this later tonight.

Kindly pee into this cup and hand over your login and password

Kindly pee into this cup and hand over your login and password(boss to employee) Your work here has been flawless. But unless you start following people back on Twitter, your days at this company are numbered.
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