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2月26日 Duality of EmailThe E-Mail Umbilical Cord... Evil or Best Thing Since Sliced Bread? I check my email right before I go to bed - my work email, and my several personal accounts. I check it 1st thing when I get up. I check it in the middle of meetings. I check it at stop lights or while waiting in traffic for unseen stoppage. I've got web mail, have used imap, can get it all on my mobile (a PPC versus a smart phone) -- I have two monitors connected to my system, so I have a browser window open with email even as I write this, and it is in full view in its own large window regardless of whatever other app I am running. I admit it, I am addicted. It is like I am going to miss something, even though I groan when I see that I have nothing exciting most of the time: a crisis at work I don't really want to know about, but now have to face; an invite to a meeting that I am not sure is really needed; a 12 message long ongoing thread from an alias I should have quit long ago; and the occasional declaration that I can get Viagra at low prices, or that some dood claiming to be a lawyer in Uganda cannot find the relatives of a dead person with my surname and is willing to share the recently departed man's $25 million estate with me if I only give him my account information. But it is like gambling - the next mail may present a treasure: a tidbit of rumor revealed by an old buddy; the sharing of someone else's misery by a common third party, making everyone happy they are who they are and not the poor sap receiving pitty, or worse derision; several pics that make the day worth living in their extreme humor or horror; a reconnection with someone from the past... It is EVIL. I was happier in life when it was simpler. News, rumor, or a joke could wait for a real phone call, could wait till the next day. I go through withdrawals when I am in a building with piss-poor reception and am unconnected for an hour. It's total crap. I sometimes even half-listen to my little one as he tries to show me some discovery he has made about a Pokemon or the favored Transformer of the day... for a few seconds till I realize I suck. But for those few seconds I am evil, made evil by the evil email. But it is also wonderful and so positive. I drop my wee one off at his school at 9ish and don't get to work till 10 am. I make up the time throughout the day and in spurts in the evenings because of my remote access to email anytime anywhere. I work at home sometimes one or more times a week, just because I can. I once worked a full day from my F150 when I first moved here while Lynda drove my truck from town to town as I looked for places I might want to live, and checked mail between houses and stops for food... I didn't have any vacation time built up yet and didn't have to worry about it. I no longer loose a full day when I have to travel. If my kid even has a hint of a cough, I can stay home with him and not take a sick day. My sick days now can be used in full compliance with their intent (by anyone's interpretation, however strict) and I can revel in my sickness and not work a millisecond because I can catch up later with my addiction. This is important because once I am real sick, I can be a real wuss. I have a feeling I am not alone in my flopping condemnation and praise of on-demand email... I just may be a bigger junkie. My only saving grace: at least I am not pushing my habit on children -- my kids are not allowed to have email yet. 2月25日 Initial EntryNever thought I'd do a blog... don't count on daily entries from me -- hell, I'll be suprised if a single person ever reads any of my future babble, but you never know. Just created the basics of this space tonight - and since I was sipping on a Scotch on the Rocks, that is where I spent my time, adding a list about the drink.
I have to give inspirational credit for even creating a space to my friend Howard - a new person in my circle given I still feel like a newbie here in my new state at my new company and new job, but a solid great guy... someone I'd have a Scotch with. That is saying something.
I'll keep it short for now - I am known for being a little verbose, and I don't want to start off with a diatribe.
Cheers! goose |
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