Eccentric Flower:199901/the email dance
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four january (later) the email dance Well, goodness. A new year and all the journallers are tinkering with their sites. Well, Kymm is still away, but goodness, isn't Al's site orange! And Beth has redesigned. And Gypsy is presumably redesigning ... all her links, including the December ones, are newly broken. I feel like I should change something here, but I'm rather happy with this design at present. So instead I've added a notify list. It was about time, I guess. I got tired of people missing postcards, since Heliotrope only shows you the latest one. I'll probably use it for gossip a little too, but I don't expect it to be spammy by any means (unlike my postcards). I thought about adding a notify list some time back, actually, but having maintained mailing list software before, I know how painful it is. Fortunately Gypsy clued me in to OneList. They do all the work and the only penalty is that they drop a little ad onto the end of list messages. Seems fair. Oh, yes, the address. I haven't added it to the main page yet. Go to [address deleted] and they'll ask you to create a password and reply to an email to prove you exist. They don't insist on collecting any vital data though. You can also try sending a blank message to the special address [deleted], but the confirmation part may not work right, and they'll pick a password for you anyway. I notice that Anita thinks that when she meets someone online whom she might want further RL entanglements with, she generally tries to meet them face-to-face as soon as possible. She doesn't say it, but I get the impression that she finds the long, long email dance in You've Got Mail a trifle unrealistic. I disagree. I generally correspond with someone for ages before I will even consider meeting them in the flesh, and that's not even for someone I'm thinking of in dating terms! (The latter has never happened, so I don't know what I'd do.) Look how nervous I got when I was going to have lunch with TBTF god Keith Dawson. It's obvious even from his website that he's a thoroughly nice guy and not likely to be a threatening presence, yet I nearly panicked. I used to be able to blame this on the gender problems. Before I revealed my genitalia, so to speak, I couldn't very well meet anyone, because they only knew me as a female. But everyone who bothers to read semi-regularly knows the truth now, and meeting email folk still makes me nervous. The problem is that I believe my presentation here is a lot better than I come off in person. And, given how nasty, pigheaded and rambly these postcards are, that should give you all real pause.
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