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Wed, Apr 09, 2008
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A while ago, I started getting emails from people asking if I'd be interested in making money out of putting text links on my site.
I never bothered to reply to any of them, since initially I thought that the total lack of adverts anywhere on my site would make it obvious that I wasn't interested in the first place - it's not like it's hard to get adwords installed, after all - and subsequently I ignored them because it got on my nerves how often I got "still haven't had a reply" emails.
I never kept paid particularly close attention, so it's only today, after I've had two in relatively quick succession and not bothered to delete either, that I notice they're coming from different people...
Hi,
I am writing to you again in case your spam filter ate my last email. I had written to you basically to offer a business deal. The deal namely is purchasing text-links on your site http://linux.oneandoneis2.org/. In case you have already thought over this, let me know of your views pronto.
Looking forward to your reply,
Regards,
Christan
and
Hi,
I am basically interested for business reasons. I had written to you about the offer a few days back. Perhaps you never got the mail in the first place. Anyhow, here is the deal. I found your site http://geekblog.oneandoneis2.org really enchanting and would like to buy a number of text-links on your site.Let me know if you would like to hear more of this.
Best regards,
Brad.
Hmm.
Try as I might, I can't really consider this blog "enchanting" somehow. So.. is this a slightly more sophisticated way of getting emails for spam links - look up emails on websites, email the owner with what looks like a legit proposition, and then spam the confirmed email address without mercy - or just a very lacklustre attempt to get as many webmasters as possible to accept text links?
Doesn't make much difference either way - it's unwanted, unsolicited email that I therefore consider junk and don't reply to - but I'm vaguely curious. . .
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Advice From a Single Girl
I was giddy and hopeful when I first met Cary and spent a brief amount of time with him.
The week after that I was happily high on the idea of what could be, the possibility of getting to know someone interesting and intriguing, the wide open potential of what could be.
And I wanted to tell my friends all about him and what had, and hadn't happened, but I also wanted to keep it to myself, sealed safely in the happy bubble that was floating inside me. So I talked to some close friends about him, told them he lived in Vancouver and they, meaning well, told me quite firmly that they would not allow me to go through another long distance relationship. That I shouldn't even consider it.
My bubble had been burst.
I was completely deflated. Hurt. Let down.
I talked to C-Dawg, a sad tinge to the story now that I'd been told it could. . . should never work out.
"Vancouver?" she said, her voice somewhere between amused and incredulous. "That's not long distance! Get serious. Go for it."
And I let my bubble maybe start to re-inflate. Cautiously. Maybe just a little.
Then I talked to my friend about Cary. She said good things.
Maybe there was reason to be hopefully optimistic. Maybe it was ok to be a little girly and dreamy over what-ifs.
I went for a walk with S. We had life to catch up on.
Life including Cary and the story that still makes me smile.
She encouraged me to get his email, which I did, and then she went home and tried to find out what she could about him.
See, I'm not on Facebook. (No, really.) But S is, and in the small world way that Facebook seems to work, she found that Cary and she had a mutual friend and so she looked him up for me. (The modern background check.)
You can sometimes tell a lot about a person by what they put on their Facebook, she cautioned me. Sometimes.
How old is he?
Me: I don't know.
Is he a smoker?
Me: Um, I don't know? (God, I hope not)
Could he maybe be a little bit immature?
Me: I don't know. I suppose.
Well, he seems like a good guy. Cute. Interesting. I'd say he was my type, you know. (We laugh, we already know we share similar excellent taste in men.)
"I say go for it." She says, "just be aware that he's human. Not perfect."
I don't want to hear it.
Don't want to know the reality of him.
Find myself running away from all the what might have been's towards it'll never work what what I thinking's.
It's all or nothing. Perfect or awful. It'll work or it'll be a disaster.
And I realize that my bubble, the one that's been growing and floating inside me will burst on its own, without anyone's help if I get too far into imagining just how great Cary is, how great we'd be together, how perfectly perfect it all will be.
I'm Icarus. My friends don't want me flying too close to the sun.
But I like the feeling.
I like the soaring giddiness of how utterly fantastic this thing I've found will be.
Every single time I meet someone I like that feeling.
And I ride it higher and higher until I'm flapping my bare arms, feathers fallen into the sea and the crash is coming, the relationship splintering and I'm left staring at the brokenness wondering how on earth I could have been so wrong again.
The extremes are familiar. Addictive perhaps.
But I'm trying to learn to ride in the middle.
Safer. A shorter distance to fall.
A smaller bubble to burst.
Expectations that can be met and exceeded.
A safe, yet joyful and giddy flight. Wings intact.
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