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FriendFeed

Ages ago, it seems, I started exploring FriendFeed. I started messing with it after Robert Scoble sang it's praises. (Perhaps you've noticed the FriendFeed badge on the right hand column of my blog?) I like the notion of consolidating the various social network streams, as well as the ability to combine the comment threads into one place. Currently, My FriendFeed combines my Twitter feed, my Flickr stream, my Delicious bookmarks and this blog. One challenge I've pondered regarding the plethora of social media sites is keeping this mess organized. Heck, I've been wondering how I can avoid neglecting any of them. By smooshing the different threads together, FF provides that common place to follow your work. So far, so good.

I wonder, though, if there is an iPhone app, like Twitter has? It would be nice, if addictive, to have access to these threads remotely. Eh, who needs this "life" stuff, anyways.

Comments

Jenny S said…
Thanks for your post. Been curious about friendfeed for a while, but haven't taken the leap yet. I'm still liking posterous as a multi-posting tool. Since you know both can you explain a little how they are different?
Carl said…
They seem to work in reverse order. FriendFeed collects my various postings and combines them into one feed. It looks like Posterous lets you post in one place and distribute them out to the various sites.
Carl said…
One additional thought on this comparison: FriendFeed allows comments. I don't see a way to comment on Posterous.

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