Gmail…

So, I just got a G-mail account: epistemographer@gmail.com. How, you ask, did I manage such a thing? Well-connected friends? Winning a contest?

Nope. I went to Gmailswap.com and offered to mail someone a fresh NYC bagel for a Gmail invite. Literally within two minutes, I’d recieved a response, and tomorrow morning, a plain (and an onion, just because she seems really nice) bagel will be winging its way to a young woman in Portland, OR.

For some reason, this whole thing really appeals to my sense of the absurd, and I wouldn’t have wanted to get a Gmail invite any other way.

One Response to “Gmail…”

  1. Dad Says:

    As hard as I try to keep up with new advances … I don’t know what a G-mail account is or why it is so coveted … how about an explanation for dear old Dad!

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