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The Facebook mini-feed continued its expansion on Friday, adding YouTube, StumbleUpon, Hulu, Pandora, Last.fm, Google Reader, and your personal blog to the list of sites that can share data to Facebook. The import feature already included Flickr, Picasa,
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Check your Facebook inbox. Say “Hi” to friends. Learn about a lockdown on campus. Facebook, the wildly popular social networking site, has already established itself as the unofficial source of campus chatter, whether it’s to announce a wild party, a prot
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During the past year as I became consumed by Facebook, Facebook has become my portal for business communication. An increasing number of my business conversations have been taking place inside of Facebook. A cornerstone of this strategy has been my abilit
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-FriendFeed has largely replaced my use of Google Reader.
-FriendFeed has essentially replaced my use of Twitter.
-FriendFeed has definitely replaced my use of Facebook.
-FriendFeed is fast.
-FriendFeed has search (also fast).
-FriendFeed isn’
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Casual games are making connections with social networks to make a play for even bigger audiences. The reach of online casual games is already impressive: One-third of people ages 6 to 44 have played them, according to market tracker The NPD Group. Global
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unlike Google, which has focused on an almost exclusively developer-centric message to buffer their lack of clarity around user privacy, Facebook has revealed its conflicts of intention between serving its advertisers while awkwardly protecting the intere
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Whether you are a world traveler or just take local jaunts, TripTouch does the location research for you. TripTouch delivers links to places to eat, local events, hotels/motels, transportation and more. Local images are included in the widget as well.
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The few thousand of you that installed idiomag’s Facebook app will have noticed that over the last few months it has experienced problems as the number of users have grown. So, we have rebuilt our embedded magazine, and it is now available as a widget o
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Back in 2006, when I was 24, my life was cozy and safe. I had just been promoted to associate editor at the publishing house where I’d been working since I graduated from college, and I was living with my boyfriend, Henry, and two cats in a grubby but s