Facebook Subscriber Feature Reveals Private Information

 

This morning I was shocked to find that Facebook showed more information to public subscribers than it does from the User’s view.

A year ago I deleted my personal FB profile for a variety of reasons.

But this month I made the decision to create a profile again and add only my family, because I feel like I miss everything in their lives. Between the busy schedule of our lives, I never know what’s going on with them. So until they decide to join Twitter, I’m going to keep up a FB profile.

I chose to allow subscribers, in case anyone else wanted to follow me.

How long this will last, I don’t know, because FB has been a pain in the you-know-where since I started.
It’s no wonder shares are falling, the site is lumbering and awkward.
Does modern and streamlined mean nothing to Mark Zuckerberg? I mean, get with the program. It’s 2012.

But this isn’t what I’m wiggin’ out over.

It may not look like it, but I’m actually careful about what I post on the blog or social media sites. I don’t completely hide my location, but I don’t stick a pin on a map and say, “Here! Come stalk me!”, unlike Facebook.

So when I removed the maps from my FB timeline, I assumed they were gone, right?

No.

I clicked this link:

 

 

In the subscribers view (public view), my location was prominently displayed on a pin map, despite the fact that I had never given my hometown information.

There were no options available to edit or remove the map, so I started looking around.

In the About page, you can remove your city from the hometown tab.

 

My uneducated guess is that the site may automatically add your hometown if you enter a phone number. My phone number was
the only piece of personal information that I had given them.

Secondly, I have read on several message boards that clicking on the map while setting up your profile is what
activates it to your timeline.

I’m not upset about this, I think its stupid and makes FB all the more cumbersome, but its not worth getting angry over.

What I am pissed about is the fact that the map was never visible to ME.

I would have never known that my personal information was open to the public if I had not checked from the subscriber view.

Something like your location should definitely among the privacy options in the Subscribe settings.
When I went through all of my privacy settings, I was very particular about making sure that subscribers could only see
my posts and photographs.

I am probably not the only one who has enabled the subscriber feature on their page, so I wanted to spread the word.
You may want to check to make sure you aren’t revealing more than you intend!

Paris: Strolling Along the Seine

 

It sounds so kitschy. So quintessential. Touristy even?

But strolling along the river is such a relaxing and pleasant experience,
not to mention an affordable one.

 

 

1 – Pont au Double
2 – The Seine’s Left Bank
3 – Pont de la Tournelle
4 – Bouquenistes
5 – Scooter with the better days behind
6 – Pont de l'Archevêché (?)
7 – Notre Dame, Île de la Cité

The time I met my hero, Rick Steves

 

I have a crush on Rick Steves.

Like a schoolgirl-silly-crush.

Here’s a play-by-play from when I met him in Nashville last March:

1. I ordered tickets from Vanderbilt the day they became available. They were only giving them out
to locals, but the nice lady mailed me two tickets.

2. After studying 27 hours for a Calculus exam, taking the exam, no sleep, and drinking several Dr. Enuf’s,
we drove the 5 hours to NashVegas.

 

3. I’ve got the best husband in the world. Besides my having not slept in 2 days,
he had worked the night before as well.

4. Sustenance

5. I wasn’t excited at all.

 

[It should be noted that we met our fab cousins for dinner, but I don’t have any pictures.]

6. After the best 1-1/2 hour lecture of my life, it was time to meet Rick, my Zeus.

7. He’s getting closer.

8. Closer.

 

9. Calm down Jessi, don’t act like an idiot!

 

10. Holy Cow. He’s like a tall, graying, nerd fantasy.
(It’s really a shame that I met my wonderful husband in my teens,
I would have made a great gold digger.)

 

11. This is it! I’m next!

 

12. Signing my first Rick Steves purchase, Europe 101: History & Art for the Traveler

 

13. The moment of truth. I’m pretty proud of the fact that he actually stopped signing to do a little dance when I told him how much he had affected me. I quickly told him that watching his Edinburgh show when I was six had profoundly shaped my interests in life.
17 years later:

(*Is that guy holding a bag of Doritos?)

 

14.  Smiles. I can die happy now.

 

*Note to Rick:

On the one millionth chance that you might read this, I just want to say thank you for
helping shape my ideas and priorities. Not only have you made me love Europe even more,
but I find myself falling in love with the USA when I apply your ideas and tips in general.
I love your shows, your books and your attitude!

I just got back from my 3rd trip to Europe, and I couldn’t have done it without your insight!
Thanks for touring the USA last spring, your lecture was fantastic.

And I’m not a stalker. I promise.

Your biggest fan,

Jessica

Paris: The Deportation Memorial

One of my favorite spots along the Seine is the Jewish Holocaust memorial on the tip of Île de la Cité.

The Mémorial des Martyrs de la Déportation, as it’s known in Paris, honors the memory of the 200,000 Jews who were deported during the Nazi occupation of France.

Descending a set of stairs, you enter a quiet world that maintains a sense of grief for those who never returned.



A passageway leading into the earth sparkles with 200,000 crystals, each signifying a victim.





The plaque around the eternal flame reads:

"They descended into the mouth of the earth and they did not return."

Modern Paris disappears as you enter a time that is quickly fading from our memories.

I can only hope and pray that the lessons learned during WWII won’t be forgotten.



The memorial is free and open daily, except Mondays.

Thankful for change…

 

Today I am linking up with Ashley at the Domestic Fashionista. She has been doing a series on Thankfulness for the past several weeks, which she plans to continue through Thanksgiving Day.

I think it’s a great idea and a good challenge.

If you’re like me, the upcoming elections, news headlines and the media often keep me from being as thankful as I really should be.

This week I am thankful for change.

For a long time I saw my faults and failures as something that needed to be addressed directly. That to conquer the things I disliked in my character, I needed to face them head-on. For some people, that may be true, but I found that for myself, change is a sneaky thing.

I’m thankful that one day I decided to quit trying to purge myself, to just let me be. Faults and all. God allowed me to come into this world exactly as I am, and he loves me. Often, the negative aspects in our character are not there just for us to remove, but for us to learn from. If I rid them all in one swipe, I would miss many valuable lessons.

I’m thankful that my friendships have changed. I was always the boss in relationships. The alpha. The one who planned things. The one who hosted parties. I love being the center of attention. But that’s all changed. Over the past few years or so, I feel like I've lost almost every relationship that ever mattered to me, with the exception of my husband, parents and in-laws. Life got in the way for all of us. Marriages, babies, school, jobs, relocation, and even misunderstandings in some cases. But I’m ok with that, because I feel like it’s the way its supposed to be right now. For three years I have left off praying any other prayer than the following:

“God, break my heart…so I can have yours.”

Sweet Jesus, He’s broken it into a million pieces. But I see people like I’ve never seen them before, and don’t miss the past at all.
It does hurt sometimes though. One night this week I cried all night long for the people in my past, who seem so out of reach already.
It’s like I’m standing outside on a street, looking through a window into another world. A world I would never return to, but I can’t help
but want to bang on the window and scream for them to get out.

I’m thankful for how my ideas have changed. I know I’m only 24 (give me a break), but I’ve always been pretty bullheaded. You really can’t convince me I’m wrong about something because I’m so good at arguing and bringing up completely inconsequential points. I’m great at deflecting attention to something else. But I’ve learned to try to look at things from another person’s shoes. Even if we maintain our original stance on an issue, we can handle it differently if we change our perspective and attitude.

I am thankful for the changes to come. Hopefully I have another 70 years to change. There are things I wish I could change quickly, like my issue of patriotism for example, but I think it will fall into place one day. I know most people probably wouldn’t sit around and worry about whether they are patriotic or not, but I do. On a daily basis. It’s confusing to be a young American right now. I need that to change.

I am thankful that I want to change. It should go without saying in a post like this, but I’ve met so many people who really don’t want to change. I’m glad that somewhere along the way, I was bitten by the bug of ambition.

I am thankful that my ambitions have changed. When I was younger, my ambition was to conquer life. As I get a little older, my ambition is to flow with life. I refuse to reach an old age with regrets.

So I must continue changing.

Paris: The Church of Saint-Séverin

 

On our first day in Paris, we meandered in and around the two islands, trying to get our jet-lagged bodies to move.

The Church of Saint-Séverin is on the left bank, smack in the center of a pretty touristy area.

I think it now has my vote for favorite church.

Sorry Westminster, you’ve been knocked to second.

The Church, built, rebuilt, and tweaked from the 13th-17th centuries, is one of the oldest in Paris.

I don’t know how you could keep from feeling close to God in this beautiful little chapel. It’s really a shame that I’m not a Catholic,
I would have to move nearby so I could meditate in the chapel every day.

At first glance I thought these windows were Marc Chagall, but they are actually by Jean René Bazaine. (I have no idea who that is.)

It feels so intimate inside, like a true neighborhood church, something that’s missing in the cathedrals.

Surrounded by café’s and shops.

Johnny Nice Painter

 

These clips from the Fast Show have had me in stitches all morning…

 

“Do you hear? The Moon is weeping in its secret room!”

 

We’re going on a bear hunt. Not.

 

Unless I run into one in Switzerland. (There are bear in Switzerland, right?)

I guess it’s time to start posting a few photos from our trip.
This is so depressing.

I guess I’ll start with the miscellaneous file.
I don’t miss the airports and planes and shuttles and buses and metros so much.
(Who am I kidding? I could happily ride a subway all day long.)

It’s good luck to pass the Google cam on the way to the airport.

Passing time in Charlotte.

I actually took boots to Europe for the first time. (My Aunty would be proud.)

Unlike my first trip, where the frigid weather joined forces with my sandaled feet.
(Edinburgh, Scotland c. 2006)

The hubs.

Oddly enough, I love airplane food.

Charlotte?

Munich?

Philly?

I think I’ve discovered the key to great travel: start at a small airport.

We’ve always driven to larger airports for our flights, but this time we flew out of our itty bitty regional airport.

Shabam!

There may be one whole TSA officer in the entire terminal.
Security was a 5 minute deal, even with my giant battery packs that look like bombs.

There were smiles, laughs and bon voyage’s all around.

I’m telling you. Go small or go home.

 

Paris photos next.

Cuppow, for the jar drinker in all of us.

Mom, this is for you…

 

 

BPA free. 1-time purchase. Supports USA business. Genius.

 

Cuppow $7.99
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A mason jar and cuppow needs a cute sleeve:

The Cozy Project

 

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