Showing posts with label email. Show all posts
Showing posts with label email. Show all posts

Sunday, September 20, 2009

little help

hey gmail gurus.

having a little trouble with gmail.

i finished a draft of an email, sent it along, now i'm having trouble removing that email from drafts.

i'd like to archive it. failing that, remove it from drafts. failing that i'd like to contact someone at google that can help me out.

no luck.

if you have any advice, i'd greatly appreciate it.

my contact info

i've noticed a couple of people have searched for my contact info, so i put my email to the right. just below medication and the search box.
i've tried to disguise it a little, writing ``AT'' instead of @, which i hope people can figure out and will trick the spam.
if the inbox gets too spammy, will have to find some other way.
but, if you like, feel free to contact me. i'll respect your privacy.
and if you want to remain anomymous, there are several remailers around the interweb:
i've never gotten mailinator to work, but i've had good luck with my trash mail. the others, i've never tried. for most of these, you can set-up a password so you can check and see if i've replied yet.
i haven't set-up pgp yet for this account, so i can't cryptographically sign or encrypt. if this becomes an issue, i'll gladly set it up (if you're posting from outside the US, there's international pgp, which pretty much works the same way).

Friday, September 11, 2009

Just wrote mom

whew.

That sucked. Not as much as the phone call I'll inevitably make, once the phone is turned on again. Once Ma Bell gets her two hundred.

It was good I had a game plan--worked it out with the therapist. It was mostly a good one.

I'm afraid I wasn't contrite enough. Oh well, how much can you grovel before it becomes repetitive.

And I no longer feel bad that I have to appologize for something she essentially started. But I did take it too far.

It does show me one thing: our relationship must not be so tight if I can go so long without calling. To be honest, except for the last few days, I didn't think of it at all.

Which says something. Not to get over dramatic, but it's kind of like being an orphan--not relating to either parent.

The sibs have interesting relations with them. Sister always felt close to dad. Brother with mom. Sister fought Mom, but through that fighting, they grew closer. Brother hated dad and I sometimes wonder if he's gotten over it (bronther, not dad. Dad's dead.)

Me, I never understood either one.