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...share your playlists with other MySpace users - and it's definitely fun to check out what new songs your friends are grooving to - but you can't listen to those playlists on other sites. Imeem, on the other hand, lets people export and post their playlists on blogs, Facebook, and even MySpace, using an embeddable widget. That means your friends can listen to your Imeem songs without ever logging onto Imeem (or even knowing that it exists). But MySpace president Chris DeWolfe thinks playlists make more sense as an extension of a person's profile. It's the digital equivalent...
That said, MySpace faces some hurdles. For one thing, Seth is my only friend on MySpace; the rest of my family and all of my friends are on Facebook. It remains to be seen whether MyMusic will be enough to get them to migrate. Also, Rhapsody streams music to my home music system, Sonos, which wirelessly connects to speakers throughout my house. By comparison, the free portion of MySpace Music streams tunes only to the computer at this point. So I'll keep subscribing to Rhapsody, but I'm guessing its days - in my household, anyway - are numbered...
...simply get out of that room ASAP. The result is often the loss of anything from underwear to jewelry to ID cards, and whether you get them back or not is really up to you. If you desperately need that blue scarf or Red Sox hat, then send a Facebook message to your partner in crime and ask them if they would kindly leave it in their door slot for you to pick up. Otherwise, consider your belongings a sacrificial parting gift...
...upcoming events include “Wasilla Drinks,” when the club will watch the vice-presidential debate between “our beloved Gov. Sarah Palin and that dirty Washington Insider Joe Biden,” as advertised on the club’s Facebook group page...
...classes began this week in earnest, Camp Harvard ’08 and its sidekick, “Shopping Period,” came to a jarring end. And while freshman Facebook statuses bemoaning its conclusion have begun to pop up across the Harvard network, I can’t help but question the legitimacy of this nostalgia. Because, to be quite frank, Harvard is populated by a group of people who were undoubtedly painfully awkward campers in childhood, and why any such camper would virtually pine for a return to the contrived, queasy confines of any camp-like situation...