Gmail Migration
I finally moved to Gmail. Yeah, I know - I was stuck in the stone ages with my Yahoo account (actually, I was more like a battered wife...). But aside from how amazed I was with the fact that Google imported my 7000 messages and somehow threaded them all together, I was surprised to see the sheer volume of stuff that has happened the over past 3 years. I've always thought that we lived a pretty uneventful life out here; my email proved me wrong.
We've welcomed transplants, lost old friends, witnessed people fall in love, break up, get married, make babies, and start families. There were countless Evites, witty threads about nothing, properly footnoted article forwards, recipes that I had to try and recipes that sucked balls. I adopted a dog, I returned the dog, became "Uncle Mike" to a dog, and I dog sat. I rode the bull market, got mauled by the bear market, and somehow inherited millions from a distant relative - a General, in Nigeria. I wrote two eulogies, helped fight cancer, and helped run for a cure. I listened, consoled, pontificated, conjectured, analyzed, opined and yelled - IN BOLD.
I don't take lots of pictures - I never really grew up in a picture taking family, but I know now, that email is the chronicle of my life.
We've welcomed transplants, lost old friends, witnessed people fall in love, break up, get married, make babies, and start families. There were countless Evites, witty threads about nothing, properly footnoted article forwards, recipes that I had to try and recipes that sucked balls. I adopted a dog, I returned the dog, became "Uncle Mike" to a dog, and I dog sat. I rode the bull market, got mauled by the bear market, and somehow inherited millions from a distant relative - a General, in Nigeria. I wrote two eulogies, helped fight cancer, and helped run for a cure. I listened, consoled, pontificated, conjectured, analyzed, opined and yelled - IN BOLD.
I don't take lots of pictures - I never really grew up in a picture taking family, but I know now, that email is the chronicle of my life.
This entry was posted by Mike, on
Wednesday, March 25, 2009.
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I think it's scary to go through old email. I much prefer going through old letters because I don't have to see myself in there, just other people's literary response to mine. Email diving creates a hyper-awareness of one's self... It's sort of how I feel about reading ancient blog entries, except that, Comments (0), so it's pretty one-sided.
I would never ever consider that your life is uneventful - not from what I hear, anyway. Anyone who has uncled a dog has lived large! Carry on.
Signed: mother of Burkbum
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