2009-03-01 - 9:12 p.m.
...emails that weren't meant for me...
There is another woman faculty member in my department who is a part-time prof. She's a bit, well, out there. Another one of my colleagues refers to her as "Professor Sprout," which pretty much nails it.
Anyway, over the past year and a half, I've been getting emails from her, on her "suppressed list." I haven't commented at all. I just read them from time to time. Sometimes they are funny, sometimes they are odd, sometimes they have alerted me with useful information. And sometimes they are lovely and poetic: an essay from Garrison Keillor about the inauguration, and how refreshing it feels for it to be "cool" to be American again. (Garrison Keillor writes this from within the country. As someone living abroad I might still hold a different opinion about the 'coolness' of being American, but I get his point). Anyway, so I get these emails from her maybe a couple of times per month, and sometimes I read them, and sometimes I just dump them in the trash.
So two weeks ago, she sent me a virus warning - you know, those horrible hoaxes that are sent around - they are hoaxes 99.99% of the time. These virus warning hoaxes are one of my pet peeves. I really dislike it when people forward them without checking out first whether or not they are a hoax. So for the first time in so many months, I sent her a reply. I thanked her sending the essay from Garrison Keillor last week - I really enjoyed that. But actually, unverified warnings are kind of my pet peeve. I showed her where to check them out, and recommended that she just not forward them again.
I got a startled reply from her,"How did you get my email??? Who sent it to you????" Professor Sprout had NO IDEA that she has been sending me emails for the past 18 months. She was shocked and a little startled. She said she has no idea why and how emails are being sent to people she has not indicated. And so the emails stopped coming...
Until yesterday, when they resumed. Guess she gave up worrying about broadcasting things she thinks are cool to the wider world. I guess this is a new kind of in-your-face in-your-inbox blogging. And since Sprout is not sure who she is emailing, I've decided that I could just as well post the lovely poem that she sent yesterday. Enjoy.
By George Bilgere
Perhaps, in a distant café,
And perhaps someone there,
And, like me, he misses the old days,
I liked it
You didn't want to kill them,
O person like me,
after which we could have a cup of coffee,
leave a note
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