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Facebook Find Friends Nearby

UPDATE: Looks like the feature got pulled offline. Wonder if the legal department got involved.

Some are calling Facebook’s new Find Friends Nearby feature (turned on just this weekend) as a Highlight-killer. Maybe so but that’s only if you keep the app on the FFN page at all times. It doesn’t track your location in the background.


The real feature is that it helps tighten up your social graph, turning those chance friendships into Facebook friends.

The feature is incredibly convenient if you happen to be chatting with someone in person and want to add him as a Facebook friend. Rather than tapping out his name and wasting minutes scrolling through a list of similarly named individuals, you can just ask your new pal to open up the Find Friends Nearby page and add him with a quick tap.

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To find this new feature on Facebook’s iOS and Android apps,  go to the main menu > apps > find friends > other tools > Find Friends Nearby. You can also find it on the mobile website,


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When Mom Left for America

While in Japan I did the usual, clean out you parent’s hard drive and apply 50 updates that should have been and the other usual computer tune up tasks. I ran across a bunch of scans that I think my sister did last time she was there. I grabbed them and within found one of my favorite old photos of my mom.

My father loves Japan. He moved there in the early 60s when not too many Americans would venture to the Far East as they used to call it back then. The story goes is that he was in Amsterdam, working for a Dutch trading firm and when word went out that they were opening a branch office in Tokyo, he jumped at the opportunity. His job was to find interesting things for his company to import from Japan.

At that time the Japanese Yen was something like 330 JPY/USD. He had a flat in Denenchofu, took taxis everywhere, had a maid, basically lived like a king. He met my mom during this time and they hit it off and began dating.

My Japanese grandmother and grandfather were suspicious. They had heard of young GIs wooing away the young daughters of the village and then flying off to the US where they never saw them again.

My dad was different. He was not with the Army, he had a deep respect for the culture, took kendo, studied kanji, planned to live in Japan for the rest of his life. It took my father a long time, he said a year or two, to convince my grandparents that he was not going to be one of those to steal away their eldest daughter.

If you know my dad, you know he has eclectic tastes. Apparently his nominations for lucrative exports (colorful koinobori flags for one) were not cutting it with the home office and after a time, they decided to shut down their Japanese operation or can my dad (not sure which). Anyway, at that time it was impossible for a foreigner to get a job in Japan unless you were with the military. The English teacher route wasn’t an option, no one could afford one. My father had no choice but to return to the United States, specifically New York City, where he knew friends in the publishing industry that could get him a job.

The photo above is one of my favorite of my mom. Here she is, all dressed up to fly to New York. This is when people flew Pan Am or BAOC and they got dressed up to fly. And look in the background, at my grandmother, dressed up as well in a kimono, to see her eldest daughter off to somewhere very, very far away. She’s scowling! I can imagine what’s going through her mind, “I knew this would happen, I knew this would happen!”

My grandmother was not pleased.

Flash-forward to several months later to the photo below. Dad now has a job in Manhattan and the two of them are living in an old brownstone in Brooklyn. Life’s pretty good but my Mom’s trying to figure things out. My dad suggests a local Welcome Wagon event for recent immigrants – maybe she’ll meet someone there.

And here is my 2nd favorite photo of my mom. She’s there trying her best to fit in. They’ve got some weird activity where you’re supposed to cut up some paper cups into stars and that’s the supposed to be this crafty thing. I guess this is folk art for a country that’s only 150 years old. You can see she’s trying her best to put on a smile for the camera but you can see that she’s thinking, “What the heck have I gotten myself into?”

The Brooklyn Welcome Wagon (circa 1965)

Anyway, thanks for indulging me in this bit of family history. These two photos have been haunting me and I’ve told this story numerous times to friends and have referred to these photos and now I have a link that I can sling their way so they can see for themselves.

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PechaKucha Night

While in Tokyo last week, I had the good fortune to attend a PechaKucha event in the place where it all started. PechaKucha is a simple idea delivery engine. The concept was invented by architects Mark Dytham and Astrid Klein as a clever way to keep architects from hogging the microphone and going on too long about their projects. Each presentation is limited to 20 slides which automatically advance after 20 seconds (20×20). The rest is history.

Marking the City is an example of the weird and wonderful performances that take place. If you’ve ever been to Tokyo and have wondered about all the amazing markings on the pavement, Nick Bruscia attempts to explain the hidden meanings locked within.