Kim Parsons of Hermitage, Tenn., is part of a class-action lawsuit against Facebook. Neighbors called Parsons when they saw her daughter's picture posted with an ad for a local ice cream store.
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A mock-up of an online form for parents who want to prevent their children's images from being used in Facebook's Sponsored Stories.
A San Francisco judge will decide this month whether to approve a settlement in a class-action lawsuit that could affect more than 70 million Facebook users. The $20 million deal would mark the end of a years-long battle over the social network's "Sponsored Stories" advertising.
But Facebook users' images could still appear in ads if they don't change their settings. And many users say the deal before the judge doesn't go far enough to protect their privacy.
Dylan Young, then 18, posed for a photo as a vehicle cruised by North Arlington, N.J., in June 2012. Young was in a fender-bender accident caused by being distracted while texting and driving.
Almost half of teenagers cop to texting while driving. And those texting teens are more likely to make other risky moves while in the car, too.
That includes not wearing seat belts, drinking and driving, and riding with a driver who's been drinking, a study just published in the journal Pediatrics finds.
Any gardener will tell you that compost is "black gold," essential to cultivating vigorous, flavorful crops. But it always feels like there's never enough, and its weight and bulk make it tough stuff to cart around.
I belong to a community garden in Washington, D.C., that can't get its hands on enough compost. So you can imagine my delight when I learned that the U.S. Composting Council was connecting community gardeners with free material from local facilities through its Million Tomato Compost Campaign.
Dewey-Hagborg documents each sample, photographing it where she finds it. This cigarette butt was collected on Myrtle Avenue and Himrod Street in Brooklyn.
A dropped cigarette butt, a chewed-up piece of gum, a stray hair. Artist Heather Dewey-Hagborg uses DNA she's picked up around New York City to generate 3-D portraits of those who left their trash behind. This rendering of a brown-eyed man of Eastern European descent came out of a cigarette butt Dewey-Hagborg found in Brooklyn, N.Y.
Heather Dewey-Hagborg was sitting in a therapy session a while ago and noticed a painting on the wall. The glass on the frame was cracked, and lodged in the crack was a single hair. She couldn't take her eyes off it.
"I just became obsessed with thinking about whose hair that was, and what they might look like, and what they might be like," she says.
Beekeepers In Massachusetts are taking the mission to save the bees into their own hands.
There has been a dramatic disappearance of honeybees across the U.S. since 2006. A recent U.S. Department of Agriculture report blamed a combination of problems, including mites, disease, poor nutrition and pesticides.
In this image made from video provided by NASA, astronaut Christopher Cassidy, foreground, holds a power wrench as he stows away a coolant pump on the International Space Station on Saturday. Thomas Marshburn is at left.
Two astronauts went on a last-minute spacewalk Saturday to replace a pump suspected of being the source of a serious ammonia leak.
It was unclear what caused the ammonia leak, NASA spokesman Rob Navias said, "but the installation of this spare pump package — at least at the moment — seems to have done the trick."
NASA officials called the spacewalk a success, but said it would take time to see if the leak was indeed stopped. Engineers will review photos the astronauts took at the site.
A few nights ago, (Wednesday, I think, around midnight), I was by my window looking up, and there, hanging in the sky, I saw the moon. Not all of it, just what the almanac used to call "a crescent" — what my mom called a "toenail moon." The whole moon, I knew, was up there, hidden in shadow. The crescent part was facing the sun. That's the part you can see at the beginning of each month, my second grade teacher, Mrs. Elkins taught us, using a flashlight and a tennis ball to demonstrate the phases of the moon. Scotty Miller, I remember, got to hold the tennis ball. Mrs.