Is Facebook spying on you? We can help.

OK I confess I am a bit paranoid.
But who can blame me. I jump on the Internet and wham! There's an ad for something similar to what I've just been been searching for. I take a deep breath and double wham! People I don't even know ( I think? ) are contacting me.
Now my paranoia is spreading and it's starting to numb my left leg.
So, naturally I close the door, shut the blinds and wham to the 10th power! Facebook's "frictionless sharing" is upon us! Not only is my leg numb from paranoia I can only see out of my left eye!

Facebook's new features will bare all your most private searches ( Oh no not "Hello kitty talks dirty?") and info. to people you haven't even liked! Now what you read, listen to and watch are all naked for the world to see. Automatically. But wait there's hope.

Here's what you do. First things first. Regardless of what you do to protect yourself "Ya nevva know" so be careful of what you post and search for. People have lost jobs because companies have searched employees Facebook accounts. Second, on your Facebook site go to "Edit Page", then click "Manage Permissions" this is a great way to reduce risk.
Finally read the article below for some very helpful tips.

If you like this blog there's so much more where that came from. Click on our Facebook site, check it out and please click "like" to help us launch our site next month.
http://www.facebook.com/heyletssplitit

OK the feeling in my leg is returning ....ahhhh....oh no a telemarker is calling!
http://articles.latimes.com/2011/oct/06/business/la-fi-tech-savvy-facebook-20111006

We like to clean up. Literally.
And that means not only banding together and improving each other's lives through our Co-op but giving back by keeping our beaches all sparkly.
One way we give back is by cleaning up our sandy playgrounds. So strap on those clam diggers and Playtex living cloves and help our friends at Heal the Bay.
http://sites.healthebay.org/volunteer/ccd/2011/
And the next time you take your out of town friends you cn stand atop the highest sand dune and proclaim. "My friends. Play. Play on the beach I have prepared for you."

Need a cheap, green ride to SanFran? At least do it like the pros.

There's a great new service where you can share rides with fellow Zimride.com members. 

It only costs about $35 bucks either way. And thank God the profiles of members include music tastes. Can you imagine 7 hours of Bruce Willis: Master Series, Color me Badd or (my fav) Paris.(Hilton that is.)

When you become a member Hey Lets Split it.com the concept of community sharing goes way beyond a trip to the City by the Bay. You will share, shop split it and save in myriad ways. And also have the ability to give back while you make good.

Check out our Facebook page for more and click "like" if you do. We launch in about a month. Ride on!

Make good and do good. Isn't that like Tiger Woods and fidelity?

We don't need to illustrate how tough things are.

But we do wan to tell you how your friends can start a community that will makes things a whole lot better and more fun. Remember fun?


We are Hey Lets Split it and we're creating local communities of people like you who will "Do good and Make good" at the same time.


When our site launches you'll hook up with people like you in your zip code area and share, shop, split it and save. Imagine dictating deals and giving back with friends not strangers. And even shopping at bulk buying stores because you'll be "splitting it". So "like", share and let's start a whole new rewarding way to save and do good deeds.

http://www.facebook.com/heyletssplitit

Hey Let's Split it: does cream cheese taste like love?? or is it.....b...

Hey Let's Split it: does cream cheese taste like love?? or is it.....b...: "I was out with my friend Pete yesterday and we had a very big lunch. Very big. Sure it was vegetarian...which in my mind is always synonymou..."

does cream cheese taste like love?? or is it.....bacon?

I was out with my friend Pete yesterday and we had a very big lunch. Very big. Sure it was vegetarian...which in my mind is always synonymous with "nutritious" and "so low calorie you actually get thinner by eating it." However, I got the distinct feeling perhaps this wasn't so, when I had to unbutton my pants midway through my saag paneer. (forgive the spelling). "Saag" means spinach. I thought  "paneer" meant "eat it and you'll be strong and fit like Popeye" but we popped into  the adjoining grocery store afterward and I saw I was sadly mistaken.

I wasn't that sad though. Cuz I found Ghee! Which is Indian for "hey lazy why don't you clarify your own butter?" and I bought a big container of it, along with black and yellow mustard seeds and something else that I've already forgotten why I needed it so badly. But the thrill was in the hunt and I love ethnic grocery stores and this one had ingredients I'd never heard of, ever. What could be better?

Dessert, that's what. And so Pete led me down the garden path to a place that somehow combined the divine (donuts) with the sublime (Muffins). I couldn't wait.

Atwater Village, the Village Bakery. How you broke my heart.  Out of the donut muffins? or "duffins" as I'd secretly taken to calling them as I'd muse about them at night. I wisely decided, no dessert for me, but Pete ordered the individual sized pie.

Pie? Really? I'm a fan of pie, just not for dessert. Not fruit pie anyway. Fruit pie is breakfast. Cream Pie is for dessert.  Back when my nephew was around nine or ten, my mother tried to pawn pie off on him when he went for ice cream bar #3 of the day. 

My Mom:  "I have peach pie."
Kyle:          "I don't like peaches and I don't like pie."
My mom:  "Kyle, there's watermelon."
Kyle:          "Fruit is not a dessert."
Now I like peaches and I like pie. Usually not together. And definitely not for dessert. So when Pete got his pie, a blueberry/cranberry confection, I was unmoved. Even though it was baked into the shape of a heart. and covered with that thick grainy sugar that crunches when you bite into it.  But I'm only human so when Pete got up to get more coffee, I sneaked a bite. Of Manna. From Heaven. It was the best little pie ever. I asked the waitress if there was cream cheese hidden away in the crust. She went in back to inquire, then quickly returned to tell me "the secret ingredient in our crust....is love."
Huh. Where I'm sitting, love tastes a lot like cream cheese.

What does this have to do with Heyletssplitit? Well come on. It's about shopping. It's about sharing. It's about love. Even if it's love of cream chese, love is love.

And paneer? It's cheese.
www.thevillagebakeryandcafe.com
www.heyletssplitit.com

You say potato. I say spuds.

It was  a strange feeling for me. People get divorced all the time, more than 50% of the time in fact. But I was sad to hear about Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver separating after 25 years. Who's next? James Carville and Mary Matalin?

Why do I root for these couples? Because they are proof that yes, we really all can "just get along" if we try.

That's one of the conceits of HLSI. You get paired up with "shopping buddies" based upon things you have in common. Which is great. But maybe the icing on the Red Velvet cupcake will be that religiously, or politically, you and your buddy are at different ends of the spectrum. Yet despite these differences, your mutual love for Aidell's habanero/mango sausages transcends the fact that he voted for W while you campaigned for Gore.

Yes we all can get along. If we agree not to label each other; if we keep an open mind that we have to view people as a whole; not pick one aspect of their personality and base our opinion on just that.

With Hey Let's Split It, our slogan right after "share/shop/split/save" may well turn out to be "Vive la difference." And wouldn't that be nice?