Wasn’t it just a few months ago when Instagram turned smartphone photography on its head by opening the platform up to Android users? Now they’re turning the social media sphere on its head again by moving to web-based profiles. Until this week, one could only access Instagram on the web with a very basic platform,
I’m going to give it a try. I finally got someone to give me a job. And it means I’m heading home in a way. I cryptically asked Twitter if you can go back again. I received one particularly poignant response: @that_angela depends on how felt when you left — Mr. So (@so77) October 16,
Full disclosure. I’ve learned my lesson the hard way. I’ve managed (and manage) a handful of Twitter accounts, whether for clients or for charitable events. I have — whew, this is tough to admit — accidentally posted personal opinion or information on the wrong account. Now I say a lot of stupid stuff on Twitter.
I’ve been watching episode after episode after episode of Kitchen Nightmares lately. I powered my way through the UK version and now I’m onto the American reprise. You can blame the intense curiosity I have in all things food and cooking. You can blame the addiction to Chopped and Sweet Genius, brought on by ‘together
Breaking News! The alert hit my inbox at about 8:30 this morning, while I was still lying in bed and sorting through my Google Reader headlines. Oh dear … what fresh hell could this be, I thought. Following “breaking news” on the subject line, I read: How to Use LinkedIn’s NEW Company Pages for Marketing. Now
You already know him as the most beautiful dog on the internet. Now Shep is getting his due. I received an email last month from a gal who writes for the Atlantic Horse & Pony, a publication out of the homeland, Nova Scotia. She was sourcing artwork for a piece on farm dogs and contacted
I did it. I kept my birthday a secret. A secret to Facebook, that is. I took inspiration from my lovely friend Sarah, a.k.a. I Speak Canadian. She wrote an Opinionehted.com post about birthdays and the muddled mess of inauthentic wishes one receives on the good ol’ Facebook. When I read her post in the
I hate infographics. Maybe I just hate anything that’s so painfully obviously trendy and everybody jumps all over like it’s the best thing since sliced bread. Wait … what’s that? Yeah, I signed up for Google Plus and Path. Shuddit. So let me soften my initial statement: I hate when blogs and websites overuse infographics.
Before I get started, let me offer a mea culpa. I didn’t look at a clock before I hopped on my bike and headed out for my daily trek on the Bow River Pathway. I’m typically in the heart of downtown, along Memorial Drive, in less than 20 minutes. And today, that was right in
It was a triumphant moment in our relationship. We were bunking out at my brother’s house in St. John, N.B., for the night. He and his daughters were in Ottawa but left us a key to get in. I texted him: “Do you mind if we do a load of laundry while we’re here?” The
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